1 comments/ 25202 views/ 0 favorites Playtime By: eroticorgasm "Unless it's immoral, I think you should try just about anything," she had told him earlier. It was a good philosophy, he agreed. He still had three or four morals left -- but aside from those, he'd try just about anything. They had been sitting on the couch, watching the movie for the University of Indianapolis course. It was pretty slow, but the scene had raised Jen's curiosity and she asked Jeff the question. She did it because she was feeling a little wanton, and thought it would be a good icebreaker to a little sexual play. But she didn't expect the answer she received. Jen leaned forward, her eyes widening at the comment. "You're kidding, right?" "No." "You've never masturbated?" she asked him again. Her head was leaning to one side like she was a curious animal in a zoo. And this statement raised her curiosity. "Why not?" Jeff was uncomfortable with the questioning. For 22 years, he thought he was not dirty because he didn't touch himself, and now this friend of his was making him feel like an idiot for not taking in the self-pleasure. "Never felt the urge, I guess." "Never?" He looked around the room for some kind of comforting reference point. Perhaps a movie poster of a flick they both liked or a band they both listened to. But only tapestries were hung in the television room -- like the ones he'd seen while stationed in the Far East. He never talked about his masturbation habits -- or more accurately lack of -- to any of the girls over there. Jeff had a lover and that was that. Good, hard sex the old fashion way -- with her climaxing four times before he came once. And this girl -- what was she even 19? -- wanted to talk about him and his desires to break off a piece. "No. I swear I don't." "I thought every guy did?" she asked confused. "I know my brothers did. Hell, I think my dad taught them." "Yikes. That might fall under 'TMI.'" "TMI?" "Too much information." She laughed. "I don't know that he did. We're not an incest family, but I always assumed every guy masturbated. Most girls do. That's a little secret we don't like to share, though." "Well, not every guy. Like 90 percent of men do, if I recall a survey right. Hell, I was raised Catholic. The way I was brought up, I'm not even supposed to know I have a penis, much less a prostrate and testicles." "So, what, you walk around with blue-balls all the time?" Jen asked, trying not to laugh. "No. Blue balls is a myth. I mean, when I'm not in a sexual relationship, I still have 'moments' where things are drained." "Things? You mean your cum, spunk, sperm, right." "You know, you're kinda crude. Kinda evil." "I know," Jen smiled. "But I'm honest." "I guess." He felt boyish talking to her, and it annoyed him. He was far from a boy. Jen and Jeff met in Modern Theatre 101 at the University of Indianapolis. She was a member of the tennis team there, while he had returned home after spending four years in the Marine Corps as a combat photographer. They were watching some artsy European movie where the lead actress started satisfying an urge -- all underneath the letterbox border -- when the topic of masturbation came up. "Wait, how did you cum?" Jesus, this girl is a little wanton, Jeff thought. "Nocturnal emissions is the proper name, I guess. Wet dreams. Some guys jacked off in the Marines. Hell, some guys were proud of it. I just never had to." He recalled some great wet dreams. In a dream while in basic training, he was making love to his female friend Leah -- she was wearing a white teddy as they laid their bodies bare on a white sheet in a white room. It was like a room of Heaven. And then he work up with a fresh, warm batch of white in his skivvies. "Wet dreams? Jacked off? I'm offended," Jen smiled. "Loosen up, Jeff. You've done your time for God and country. Now enjoy the pleasures of freedom." She moved closer to him. There had been definite flirting in the classroom, and Jen licked her body lip, placing it on his and kissing him. She felt him respond, soft lips but firm placement on her mouth. She was 19 and hadn't been properly laid in seven months -- but she no longer wanted to get laid. Well, not right away. She wanted to be crude, evil and honest. Jen inhaled his scent and looked at his eyes as they glazed over. His lips raised in a suspicious smile like he knew there was something more in her sexuality's desire. "I don't want this to go too far, too fast," Jen said. "Anyway, I have a match tomorrow, and I haven't had sex in a while, and if you're half as good as I bet you are, it would affect my play," she commented. Her cheeks and ears were flush -- a part of her body chemistry she didn't quite understand, but she knew happened when she was wanting. She wrapped her fingers around Jeff's bicep and kissed his neck -- then pulled away, crossing her legs and lifting her "Greyhounds Tennis" T-shirt. Jeff momentarily pulled her chest to his mouth and tasted her skin. Her legs were crossed and she felt the wetness of her passion seeping within her. She wanted to feel his body penetrating her -- but she wanted something else. Something he'd never done before. Thinking about it make her nipples rise and her ears and cheeks grow hot. "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. Wait, wait, wait." He was no idiot. He was a gentleman who had no desire to upset this beautiful, if not crude and slightly evil, girl. "I want to do something," she said, pulling down her athletic shorts and revealing her purple satin panties. "That thought is going around. Feel free to do something," he smiled. She took off her sports bra, showing him her firm 34 inch chest. She wore a B cup when not in a sports bra, but that was growing into a C cup she hoped -- she was at the edge. Too big, and they would get in the way of her game -- but she was envious of how guys looked at busty women -- but that was the way Jeff was looking at her. He looked at her chest, and her waist and then into her eyes. "This may be obvious but you are beautiful." "Thank you. That's sweet. Now, take off your clothes, Jeff." He felt butterflies dance as he stripped off his polo shirt from The Hard Rock Cafe -- Tokyo. The bulge pushed through the front of his jeans. He unhooked his belt. Normally, in his relationships, this was something the girl did. People only removed their own clothes in bad teen movies and -- well -- here in Jen's apartment. She admired his body. He was strong -- stronger than any boy she had dated. On his upper arm, three blades of scars streaked across his bicep. Above, a tattoo with three numbers: "7-21-99." "What's that?" she said. "Code to your high school locker?" "No. Just a scar," he responded. "The numbers are a scar as well." "In a way." "Explain that," she asked. "We were doing an exercise off the coast of Hawaii. I was on a helicopter with three of my best friends in the -- well, unit, let's call it. The bird went down -- the helicopter. We hit hard. Somehow, me and four other guys were pushed out of it when it crashed -- but everyone else -- my three best friends and 12 other guys -- drowned or was killed on impact. It was July 21, 1999." "Oh, babe, I'm so sorry." "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Anyway, I think they'd all be happy for me right now," he said, kissing Jen's lips. The life tragedy was his, but it was also his past -- a past that wasn't ever far from him -- but he put it in perspective. He had survived, and his friends would want him to live. To love. To experience crazy nights and funny jokes. And hell, sexy women. "Take off your jeans," she asked. As he did, she saw his boxers -- Indianapolis Colts. "Cute," she laughed. "Well, I didn't think I'd be losing my pants today." Jen spread her legs against Jeff's knees -- then pulled back to her side of the couch. "I want to watch you," she breathed. Her fingers -- nearly unconsciously -- were touching herself. Her arms, her shoulders, her breasts. Her skin was warm under her fingertips, the trimmed fingernails racking under the caress. "Watch me?" "I want to watch you masturbate," she stated clearer. He looked around, cautious this might be some crude, evil trick. "When I think about you," she smiled, "I touch myself -- just like that song." Jen slipped her left hand into her purple panties and stroked her pussy and clit inside. Her right hand went to Jeff's leg. "Babe, I want to watch you so bad." So this is what college is all about, Jeff smiled, trying new things. Hell, it's not like I'd be the first guy to masturbate -- and how often would the first time of doing it be with such a beautiful girl? He dropped his shorts down, exposing his half-erect cock. He felt nervous when looking at the situation, but he also felt her desire at eroticism as she looked at him. One nympho girlfriend had measured him at 8 inches -- and it has always seemed enough to please his girlfriends. "Oh, Jeff. You're cock is nice." He didn't know what to say. He tried to get into her erotic mindset and out of his awkward boy mindset. "You're sexy, Jen. Touching yourself is really sexy." "Touch yourself, Jeff. Look at my lips, and imagine I'm sucking your cock." He braced one leg under his ass -- his other leg on the floor. He looked at her lips and did as she said, thought about her tasting his body. Her eyes stared at his hardness, darting from time to time to his eyes. He was clumsy at first, trying to figure out how it would feel -- trying to adjust his right hand to the touch of skin. "Do you like that?" she asked. "I like the idea of you sucking me, yeah." She removed her panties and tossed them at him. They landed next to his leg and he slowly touched the moist fabric with his free hand. Jen was leaned back, one leg on the floor, the other against the back of the couch. Her fingers glided over her pussy, and slowly touched her clit. She licked two fingers and pressed them down on her clit, encircling it -- pressing it -- pleasuring it. Her other hand explored her body -- from her neck to her sensitive breasts to her extra sensitive nipples. All of her senses were nearly overload as she heard Jeff's breathing narrow, felt the touch of her body, and her visual senses were in paradise. She saw the intensity of his eyes, saw his lips quivering, his hard cock fully erect -- going from skin tone to red and now to a dark red and purple. His hole on the head was opening and precum leaking from it. She sank a finger into her pussy and felt dizzy as she pleasured her G-spot and her clit at the same time. "What a view," Jeff managed. "Did I mention you are beautiful?" "Yes, Jeff. I'm so close to cumming, babe. Cum with me, okay." The heat that had started in her ears and cheeks -- the heat that had migrated to her passion -- now had her body inflamed. Quickly, like an unlit match stuck in a candle, she erupted in orgasm -- her body shaking, her voice squealing in pleasure, her wetness seeping from between her legs and onto the couch. It was too much for the first-time masturbator to take. This had never been a fantasy of his, but he was enjoying living it out anyway. It has been almost a month since the last time he came, and he knew it wouldn't take long. "Damn, I'm going to, Jen. I'm going to cum." He was worried. He didn't want to climax on her couch. Just not very gentlemanly of him -- especially when they were dating. "God, I need to cum, Jen. Where should I cum?" She leaned forward and picked up her purple satin panties -- she glided her fingers against his 8 inches and held the underwear in front of his stroking motion. "Cum on my panties, babe," Jen said staring at his cock. Jeff's breathing was frantic. Two strokes later, like on command, he was climaxing. Three large streams of cum flew against her purple panties, and afterjuices leaked out from his cockhead. He leaned against the couch, looking at the 19-year-old who had taken him where no military deployment or exercise had taken him before -- to masturbation. Mutual, at that. She looked at him, smiling, kissing his stomach and chest and up to his lips. They laid next to each other on the couch. "You know," she said, "unless it's immoral, I think you should try just about anything." "I agree," Jeff said, wrapping his arm around her waist. Credits were rolling on the movie they were supposed to watch. They'd have to rewind it and see if they could pay attention to it again. Playtime Amber walks in holding a leash tightly in her hand, carrying a very small little bag as she drags her bond boy, She looks back at her slut and whispers "Come boy, we've got to get down to business today, I've got plans this afternoon." She tugs your leash a little more. You struggle against your strait jacket and your hood and mumble something as you stumble along. She walks you to a table in one of her many special play rooms. She stops short as you catch up with her. Her arms reach up and release the hood and gag from your face. Your eyes blink a few times and you see that you're in one of the darker rooms of her wonderful play house. She smiles and kisses your cheek, whispering "Welcome back sweetie." Amber points to the table and looks at you. You know your place and quickly scramble to the table. Your body is naked except for the strait jacket. You quickly wiggle your ass up on the table hoping that it is what she desires of you. Amber walks over and lays you back carefully she whispers, "It's been a few days since I've released this cock of mine... It's about time isn't it? " You look up at her and notice an evil glint in her eyes... Your mind wanders, hoping, praying that she really means what she says this time... It has been two long weeks since the last time your cock was touched. You can't even go to the bathroom without her there to make sure you do nothing more than pee. Every day you get a promise of release and come to find for whatever reason she changes her mind... Leaving your cock throbbing and aching for release... You lick your lips and whisper "Yes Mistress, Your boy..." You watch as she pulls up some very large straps; she steps around you placing the straps over your strait jacket. Amber ducks under the table and secures you into place. You feel her tug on your feet and secure them to the legs of the table with some soft silk-like material. Your mind wanders and races wondering what she might have in mind today. Your cock twitches as you look up and she appears in view. "Ready my slut?" She gives you a wicked smile . You nod your head. Amber places a pair of surgical gloves on. You hear the rubber snap against her wrist as she covers both hands. Amber opens up the little bag she brought with her, she pulls out a tight silver cock ring. Gripping your cock she secures the ring into place and your heart pounds. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a large container of lubricant. She gives you a warm smile as her fingers glide the cool lube slowly over the tip. Your cock already filling with blood. She giggles to herself.. "Mmmm, such a needy little slut you are today" Amber trails the lube down one side of your shaft and then up the other, taking her sweet time as your cock swells more and more. Amber licks her lips as she finishes covering your cock with lube. It glistens in the low light, harder than she has seen it in a while. Amber's eyes glance up at you as her index finger swirls the lube over the tip of your cock. You gasp, feeling the incredible touch of her hand on your cock once again. Your heart races. You try to buck up towards her hand as she moves it deathly slow, trailing it over the tip and slowly down the throbbing shaft. Amber moans softly "Mmmm.. Good boy..... That's it baby... Let Mistress take care good care of your cock." Amber adds another finger repeating the slow lingering carress around your cock, add one more after trailing it down and swirling it all over your cock, 'til she's used all of her fingers. You groan deeply trying for all your worth to move. God, your cock aches! Two weeks and here she is... Touching you so softly. so sensually, oooh god so fucking slowly.... Your breath becomes deeper and harder as the urges become more and more... You feel her fingers grip your cock, and slower than they were, trailing around your cock you feel her start to stroke her hand down. "Oh GOD!" You groan! The head of your cock is filled with more pre-cum then you've seen in ages. You whimper and start to beg... But she quickly "shhhh's" you.. Not wanting to give her reason to stop, you bite you lip. Amber releases the grip she has on your cock and trails her fingers sensually back up your shaft, she again grips your cock, and repeats this slow torture for a few minutes, which feel like a life time to you. Amber takes a deep breath and blows over your sensitive cock as her hand starts to pound harder and faster down on your shaft making long full strokes. You lay there, bound to her table shaking and withering under her hand as it slams against your cock. She watches as she drives you to the edge... Knowing you, and your body she stops... right before you're ready to explode... You whimper so loudly you swear they can hear you five towns over. Your cock throbs and aches for release. Amber reaches into her bag and looks up at you as she pulls out a Wartenburg Wheel. Your eyes grow big as she brings the tip of the wheel to the head of your cock. Her hand glides it all around letting the pins dig into your super sensitive cock.. You yelp and moan deeply like a wolf. The pain from the wheel brings your erection down a little and brings you back from he edge, tears roll down your cheeks as you look at Her, the love of your life, your Mistress. After what seems like forever, she places the Wheel back down in her bag. She gives you a loving smile and you feel her hand take your cock again in her hand. You gasp, feeling it throb even after being rolled over by the Wheel. Her hand grips your shaft and starts to stroke just below the head of your cock, moving faster and faster. You feel your orgasam return quicker than ever before. Moaning and squirming under her hand you bite your lip and she whispers.. "Cum now slut!" You don't need to be asked twice, you blow your sperm all over the place shooting faster and harder than ever before! Your body shakes and shutters as she continues to stroke you cock till you're spent. She leans down kisses your lips and whispers "I love you, my pet." Amber pulls the gloves from her hands and drops them on the floor. She leaves you there for a moment as she looks at the big mess you've made... Amber release you from the table and whispers "Get this room cleaned up before I return or maybe that will be the last time you ever get release again..." Amber walks out of the room and locks the door trapping you inside. Playtime He placed the blindfold over her eyes, kissing the back of her neck, after moving her hair out of the way. She shivered both from desire and fear. He chuckled seeing this, believing it was mainly the worry over the situation that caused her to shiver. "I don't see what you're so worried about; I'm not really taking anything away from you. You seem to like having your eyes closed, and you're blind as a bat without your classes on anyways." Chuckling he moved, kissing down her spine. She growled low in her throat and attempted to kick at him. He easily blocked her attempt and swatted her ass hard in response. She cried out, though her body responded to the pain, as always, sending a flood of wetness between her thighs. "I know exactly what you need, Pet, you're in good hands with me. All you have to do is remember that I'm in charge right now, you'll do as I say, and remember to address me properly and things won't be too hard on you." He chuckled at his own sad attempt at humour in the situation. Pet whimpered, "Yes...sir." "That's a good girl, now just stay in that position until I tell you otherwise." Pet shifted slightly, getting comfortable in the "bitch" position. Truth be told she had no intentions of moving, except for maybe leaning her top half down over some pillows if her arms were to get tired, though she was sure that would be fine with Master. He trailed soft kisses down her back, causing her to shudder with pleasure. He nipped at each ass cheek, his hands not touching her the entire time, only using his mouth on her. Pet moaned and moved back, her dripping pussy seeking out stimulation. Master smacked her ass sharply, the sounds reverberating within the room. "I told you to stay in that position, do not move unless I tell you to." "Sorry, Master." He smacked her ass again. "Do not be sorry, simply follow my orders, and I'll have no reason to punish you." "Yes, Master." He continued nipping down ass cheeks, reaching her thighs, he ran the tip of his tongue along the inner side of first one thigh then the other. Pet wanted to grind against his face, wanting more stimulation, but managed to stay still, crying. "You like that don't you, Pet." "Yes, Master, please.... more." "I do like hearing you beg, but you do not make demands of me." Pet felt Master get off the bed, and then heard the sound of clothing rustling. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs, but stayed still on the bed, not knowing if Master was watching her or not. She heard him return, but he didn't get back onto the bed. "You will learn that I'm in charge and you will do what I say. I take my pleasure of you, you having pleasure is a mere side effect of what I desire of you." She heard the sound of it flying through the air just seconds before the belt hit ass, leaving a definite sting behind. Pet cried out from the pain, barely remembering to hold her position. Twice more Master brought the belt down, leaving stinging red marks on her white ass. "Do you understand now?" "Yes, Master." Pet sobbed. The wetness between her legs was flowing freely down her thighs. Master climbed onto the bed, placing himself between her thighs, and began lapping at it, cleaning her inner thighs with his tongue. He then moved to her core, running the tip of his tongue gently across her pussy lips, which where now slightly spread due to her arousal. Pet's breathing hitched, but she did not move. Master placed his hands on her hips, his head resting on the pillow he had placed there earlier, and began lapping and suckling at her clit. Pet cried out, moaning, barely resisting the urge to rock against Master's face. It did not take much, as turned on as she was from the spankings and the blindfold, she came crying his name. He drank in her release, holding her unconsciously bucking hips still as he drank it all down. He would not punish her for this, at least not with spanking. Now, he had a different instrument to torture her with. Getting up from underneath her, he moved behind her, guiding his cock to her soaked sheath. "Now I take my pleasure of you, my little toy." Brutally he entered her, reaching her depths with his dick. Pet's arms gave out, unable to handle staying up under Master's using of her. Her head fell forward, allowing her to scream out her release into the pillows, as she soaked his cock with her juices. He road her roughly, moving her up the bead, until her head would have been hitting the wall had it not been for the pillows. The pleasure was so intense; her mind was gone, lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss. Finally at last, he roared his release, filling her. He collapsed on top of her, still buried in her warmth. For a few moments they stayed that way, their heartbeats synching, and slowing down. At last Master stirred, sitting up and slipping out of Pet. He noticed her position, and saw that she had let her arms fall. "I thought I made it clear, Pet, that you were to maintain that position." Pet could only mumble incoherently, her mind still lost in a haze. Master moved her so that she was positioned with her ass facing the side of the bed, he allowed her to have her arms and head remaining down, knowing she would likely not be able to hold herself up much further. He then grabbed his belt, folding it in half in his hand. "You will count out each strike and thank me for it. I suggest you learn from this, and do what is necessary to make sure I don't have to do this again. I think 5 on your ass, and 5 on your pussy should teach you a lesson." Pet tensed as she heard the belt flying through the air, just before it struck. It hit, and stung harshly, her body still extremely sensitive from the thorough fucking she had just received. She cried out, tears rolling down her face. "One.... thank... you... Master," she sobbed through her tears. Four more were administered to her ass, making it beat red, the stinging heightened both by the air around and her body's sensitivity. "Spread your legs, Pet. You have 5 more to go." Following his orders, she spread her legs further, allowing him access to her pussy. With each strike of the belt, she felt the heat in her belly pool more. Finally the last blow was dealt. Her body was shaking from the pleasure; she was so close to orgasming. Then, surprisingly Master let his belt fly one last time, and she cried out loud, coming hard, drenching his belt with her juices, her thighs holding it there as she bucked against it. As her body calmed down, Master moved her to lie down properly in the bed, removing the blindfold and climbing in beside her. He stroked her back as she cried into his chest. As her sobs slowed down, he reached down forcing her to look up at him. He kissed her softly on the lips, she returned his gentle attentions, while with his thumbs gently dried her tears. Then she snuggled into his chest again, falling into a heavy slumber, with him to follow closely behind. Playtime It was a man's room. It had a heavy wooden chest of drawers and black coverings on the windows as well as the beds. There were two beds, one a twin bed, pushed against the wall now so He could walk all the way around the other, which was a hospital bed. It could be raised or lowered for His comfort. Every wall was hung with His toys. There were several whips, as assortment of floggers, various sizes of canes, paddles of wood, leather and rubber. There was only one occupant in the room now. She lay on her stomach across the bed, listening to the steady rain outside the window. The light was low and her mind wandered as she lay there feeling the coolness of the air on her naked flesh. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and fastened to chains attached to the bed. Idly, she tested them and felt them to be secure. She was alone in the room with her thoughts. She knew that soon He would be there with her giving her the pain pleasure that her body and mind needed. For now she was alone with her thoughts. There was excitement, apprehension, dread and impatience all vying for position in her mind. She knew that He was in the bathroom, smoking one last cigarette as he contemplated the white expanse of her back and buttocks. What was going through His mind? Was He just thinking and planning the scene that would unfold shortly? Was He seeing in His mind's eye the redness, the stripes, the bruising He would soon lay on that defenseless flesh? Did He get excited thinking of the complete control He had over this woman? Was He anticipating her painful writhing and then her begging to be allowed to cum to orgasm? She heard him come into the room and sensed his standing over her. She felt his hands caress her body, her arms, back, buttocks and legs. He pulled her long brown hair away from her face and arranged it gently off her shoulder exposing her upper back. There was nothing sexual in His touch, more sensual, and exploratory, like He was getting to know her body. His touch was soothing. She was relaxing, then SMACK! SMACK! Unexpectedly, yet anticipated the smacks rained down in a steady rhythm. The tempo of the firm whacks beginning to warm her bottom and then moving up to her back. She lay there unmoving, just enjoying the sensation of his firm hands on her tender flesh. Too soon, the tempo was interrupted by His stopping. She knew it was to change implements. Her warmed skin anxiously awaited the next step. She didn't have to wait long. She felt the leather falls of the flogger laid gently across her face. She breathed deeply of the leather scent, raised her buttocks, and spread her legs wider in eagerness for what she knew was next. Slowly, he pulled the flogger across her face, down her back, across her raised ass, patiently letting the flogger tips fall across her pussy. She shivered at the feeling of the first feeling of wetness. Slap, Slap the flogger fell across her back and buttocks, again and again. There was no pain yet, just the delicious feeling of warmth and closeness to Him. She lay still and treasured this feeling of oneness with Him. He changed implements again, this time to a heavier flogger, more thud and more warmth, she wriggled in delight as the strokes fell across her back and buttocks again and again. She knew that when this Master of hers was satisfied with His handiwork, He would step up to a stingier flogger, causing her to begin to wriggle a bit. She knew Him well and trusted Him completely, but didn't think of that now. Her whole being was concentrated on the sensation of the flogger raising and falling again and again warming her ass and back. He changed to the combo flogger and her back and ass began to burn, getting a little too warm for the complete comfort the earlier ones brought. She began to writhe in pain as she knew she would, but the pain was not unbearable, just very hot and causing her pussy to get very hot also. The anticipation of the stick was there now. She knew it would be next. It was her favorite toy. She loved the way it felt on her ass as He struck her hard and fast. But He began lightly, with the side of the stick, giving her body a bit of a rest before the punishing strokes of the thin oak board began. He started striking her ass with the flat of the board; she raised her ass to give Him better access. She could no longer lie still, but wriggled and moaned as the strokes hit firmly, then harder and faster. God, she was hot. She needed release but wanted to hold off as long as she could. He beat her now tenderized bottom harder and faster and harder and faster until she could control herself no longer. "Please, Master, May I CUM? PLEASE? PLEASE?" She cried out. "KUM" He shouted, bringing the board down on her ass a couple more times to help her. She moaned and cried out her release as he caressed her now sore bottom. He continued the caresses until her orgasm subsided and she relaxed under His ministrations. She could not tell how He was feeling tonight. Would He continue to whip her until she cried? Sometimes He did. It really hurt when He did that, but she also loved the feeling of complete loss of control. It was her nature to try to keep control of her self and her emotions. It was in His nature to enjoy complete control of her. He always sent her to subspace, giving her this drug of choice that she needed and craved. He loved watching her pale bottom change to pink, and then to a rosy red. He loved watching the reaction when He changed to the stick. It brought a smile to His lips to see her passion build, to know that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. When she begged to cum, it was such a rush to know that He controlled even that. Tonight, He wanted more. Her ass was a scarlet red and He knew it must be tender. He walked over and picked up the half inch cane. He brought it down softly across her back and then across her bottom watching as it bounces with the short tapping blows. She began to relax again and grinning wickedly, He lashed down five cruel blows across her crimson ass. This brought her up off the bed as far as she could strain against the restraints, holding her breath until the last blow landed. Sinking back onto the bed again, she exhaled, as He backed off again, tap, tap, tapping her tender bottom. He could tell that she had accepted the pain of the harsh strikes and sadistically, brought ten more blows, getting much the same reaction. She rose up, holding her breath, but this time making "oww, oww, oww" noises, half sobbing. He exchanged this cane for a smaller one and began slapping her ass with the supple cane. He watched as the welts rose across her ass. He knew that this had much more sting than the larger one. She burrowed her hips into the bed as if she were fucking the bed. He stopped and got the smallest of the canes. Backing off, He gave her time to again come to terms with the pain He was inflicting. He had reached "Top Space" by now. He was part of her; the world around them was in the background. There was only this woman who loved Him so much that she happily gave Him this pleasure. She had recovered enough that He now could whip her with that whippy little rod that she had such a love hate relationship with. He brought it down across her welts, time and time again, she burrowed deeper and deeper into the bed, trying in vain to avoid the blows, crying out softly with the pain. Sadistically, He brought the cane down three times across her pale unmarked thighs and watched the beautiful red welts rise immediately. She yelped and kicked. Laughing softly, he rubbed her thighs with her hands and whispered softly in her ear. "I am so proud of you, my precious slave." Her ass was on fire. Why did she ever feel that He did not give her the attention she needed during playtime? There were certainly no complaints on that score tonight. He was giving her all the attention she could handle. He had made her cry out and plead "please, please" (She did not know is she meant "Please don't stop" or "please stop." She did know that He would not stop when she entreated Him with those words. There had been no tears, just a good butt whipping, and the kind she enjoyed immensely. He then picked up a leather paddle and began to whip her ass very hard and very fast. She knew what was coming and dreaded it. There was so much pain. She cried out again and again as he relentlessly brought the paddle down again and again. Soon she dissolved into sobs, squalling like a ten year old who was being punished. He continued the whipping, telling her to "let it all out." He seemed to know her needs. He stopped the spanking and caressed her and spoke soothingly to her as she cried her eyes out. She hated herself for not being able to maintain control. She loved Him for taking that control from her. After a time, He asked gently "Are you ready to take your little trip?" In answer, she straightened as well as she could, making herself comfortable. He got the floppy leather paddle and brought it down firmly and then followed it with the caress of his hand wiping away the pain. She felt the first three, then could hear the slaps, but could feel no more pain, she felt His closeness, and she wanted this to go on forever. Deeper and deeper she went into subspace, that floating, peaceful feeling. She felt His closeness, felt his love, felt his pride in her. She felt that she had pleased Him and hoped that He knew how much He had pleased her. Time had no meaning while she was in this subspace. It could have been five minutes, or an hour, she didn't know. She started coming back through the cotton wool cloud she was in and feeling His love, His pride in her, His happiness with her. She felt happy, complete, contented, calm and so comfortable. He had covered her with a blanket and was rubbing up and down on body. She smiled blissfully, "Thank you, Master, I love you." she spoke so softly He could hardly hear her. "You are so welcome and thank you, my sweet slave." She reached her hand to touch his arm. He knew she would soon be asleep. He could not resist, feeling her bottom tenderly. It was so hot, his hand felt scorched. He hoped there would be bruises. She loved bruises so and seldom did her skin bruise anymore. Playtime I had a Toy again. It had been ages since I'd been with someone who could fill the role.. in the bedroom, she belonged to me entirely, but in other things she was strong, independent, my equal. It always made the submission that much sweeter, seeing this willful creature kneel patiently as she awaited new direction on how best to pleasure me. Tonight she was bound hand and foot, naked, in the middle of the room. I had placed a pillow there for her comfort- I am always careful not to break my Toys- and a length of chain looped between the leather cuffs and the improvised restraint of my belt pulled tight around her ankles. I could have skipped it- she has never once struggled against any restraint, and can hold herself still without it- but the visual of cold chrome chain against her ass was simply lovely. Earlier, I had placed a collar around her neck, and now I held one end of a simple leash in my hand. A downward tug had brought her to her current kneeling stance, and now I looped the slack around my hand and stood close. Her forehead rested against my hip as I stroked her jawline and spoke softly. "Do you like being my Toy?" Nod. "I can't hear you." "Yes." A whisper, but certain in tone. "You like wearing this leash? Are you proud to be at the end of my leash?" "Yes," slightly louder. "Will you do whatever pleases me?" "Yes." With my free hand I unfastened my pants and freed my cock. A tiny drop of liquid glistened at the tip, and her tongue darted out to taste it. The leash prevented her from bending to take it in her mouth, for now. I could hear her breathing quicken as I kept it just out of her reach. "Do you want that? Do you want to taste it?" Nod. "Tell me what you want to do." "I want to suck your cock." The reply was instantaneous. Another tongue dart at the precum that escaped, and my cock swelled, nearly closing the gap to her waiting mouth. I had intended to toy with her longer, but we had a history of difficulty in keeping our hands off of each other. I let up enough on the leash that she could take me in her mouth and she did so eagerly, dipping down nearly to the base on the first stroke. She was the first woman who ever got me off with her mouth alone, and the combination of enthusiasm and skill was formidable under any condition. Seeing her head work up and down, showing flashes of the collar as she bent to bring my cock to the back of her throat, left me whimpering incoherently in a matter of minutes, but today I wanted to last long enough to fuck her senseless. A tug on the leash brought her head back up, and I stepped back. I walked around behind her, leaving the leash pooled on the nightstand. I slid a finger between her thighs and felt them slick with moisture. She didn't budge an inch as I undid her ankles and wrists, only sighed softly whenever I stopped to probe her dripping pussy with a finger. Picking up the leash, a gentle tug upward brought her back to her feet and she stood, looking up at me. "I want to fuck you. Do you want me to do that?" "Yes." "Tell me what you want." "I want you inside me." "Do you want to feel me drive deep inside you, my beautiful Pet? Do you want to feel my cock fill you up, feel me slam into you?" "Please, yes, please fuck me." Her voice remained quiet, but I could feel her shaking as she stood before me. Without another word, I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her over to the bed, pushing her back into the mattress. I paused long enough to refasten her wrists with a clip, and then secure them to the collar. Burying myself in her familiar, soft heat, seeing the black leather and chrome against her fair skin, I growled out half-words as I grasped her hips and drove into her as deeply as I could. I reached down and ran my thumb over her clit and was rewarded with soft gasps as she began to writhe against the sheets. Still her hands rested on her chest, not exerting any pressure on the restraints. Head thrown back, back arched, I felt her begin to tighten around me and it pushed me over the edge until I cried out and collapsed against her in explosive release. Somehow her hands found enough slack to hold me gently around my ribcage, and she planted soft kisses on my shoulder as I lay on top of her shuddering with pleasure. So many firsts, this woman. So many new ways that only she could get me off. And always, underneath, the delight and awe that she had done this, that she was the reason I found myself clutching at sheets and sobbing like a baby as I shot my load with such force that I saw stars. Quickly, the cuffs and collar were undone and we lay twined together, naked and sated, underneath the covers. I never knew how long it would take her to come down after a session. Tonight she lay silent, face buried in my shoulder, as I stroked her hair, until nearly half an hour had passed. At her request I eased my arm out from under her and started the shower, then watched from the bed as her shapely ass made its way through the steam in the master bath. When she emerged the transition would be complete, and I would have my argumentative, stubborn hellion back. Rough life indeed. Playtime "Here's your present." He handed her a Christmas gift bag, which seemed out of place in September, and sat beside her. She looked at it for a moment, surprised, then remembered what he had told her a couple weeks earlier. She hadn't known how to react when he'd said he had bought her a sex toy. Now she was holding it in her hand, and wasn't sure she dared to open it. Inside the gift bag, the present was still in the plastic bag from the adult store. She took it out and slowly pulled the box out of the plastic bag. Her face went crimson as she read the label and tried to avoid looking at the picture of a woman happily using the toy. "Thanks." She set the box on the couch beside her. "Take it out and look at it," he said. Reluctantly, she picked up the box again, and was hit by a fit of embarrassed giggles. She only owned one toy, and she'd ordered that online; when it had shown up in the mail, she'd been home alone. She'd been asked to use it with men she'd dated, but had never done so. It was with her now, in her overnight bag, but she'd brought it knowing she probably wouldn't use it tonight. She wouldn't dare to. Then again, she wouldn't dare to use the new toy either. She looked at the box again and let out another giggle. "What's so funny?" he asked, his tone amused. "I- um- nothing." She opened the box and took out the toy. It was soft rubber, much better than her hard plastic vibrator, and had beads inside the center of it. He pointed to the smaller, rabbit-shaped nub attached to the large shaft. "Do you know what this is for?" "Yeah, it's for the- the..." She started laughing again as she managed to choke out the word, "clitoris." He smiled. "That's right." "Yeah." She put the toy back into the box. Her face was so hot she didn't think it would ever cool down, and she kept her head turned slightly from him so he wouldn't see how red she was. "Not going to use it?" She stared at him. "Use it?" "Well, isn't that what it's for?" She turned the box over in her hands, then put it down on the couch beside her. Of course it was. But she couldn't... She'd never even masturbated in front of a man, never mind used a toy with one. How could she do that now? "I don't know." She leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you." "You're welcome." He pressed his lips back to hers, and slipped his tongue between them. She let his tongue into her mouth and sucked lightly on it, as she knew he liked. His hand found its way into her shirt and he squeezed her left nipple, making her gasp. She returned the favor by rubbing the front of his sweatpants, and felt his cock swell. With a grin, he pushed his sweats down and his cock sprung free. She squeezed and stroked it until he pushed gently on her shoulders. She bent down and sucked just the head of his cock. When he moaned, she took him as deeply into her mouth as she could manage without gagging. "Mmm, yeah," he gasped. She licked up his shaft and down the other side of it, then plunged her mouth onto it again, this time far enough that she did gag slightly. He fucked her mouth for a few strokes, then said, "Let's go into the bedroom where it's more comfortable. And bring your present." He got up and headed into his room. She hesitated, looking at the box. Did she dare? Could she really use a toy in front of this man? He'd introduced her to some new things, but was she ready for this? "Hell with it," she muttered finally. "What's that?" he asked. "Are you coming?" "Not yet, but I will be." She slid the toy out of the box and followed him before she could lose her nerve. In his room, it took them only seconds to shed their clothes. He lay on the bed and motioned for her to lie beside him. She put the toy on the bed beside her, and they kissed again, hands roaming each other's chests. "Turn on your toy," he said after a few moments. She looked at it. "Um..." Ignoring her hesitation, he turned on the vibrator and held it against her arm. "Feel it?" he asked. "How do you think that will feel inside you?" "I don't know." "Try it." Without looking at him, she brought the head of the toy to her pussy and pushed slightly. The toy was thick, and her opening didn't yield. "I'm not wet enough." He fingered her. "You're wet. The toy isn't. It needs some lube." He took it from her and rubbed it lightly up and down her slit, lubricating it with her own juices. She moaned as it brushed her clit. He put the toy back at her opening and slowly pushed it inside, stretching her. "Does that feel good?" "Yes," she whimpered. With the toy fully inside, he moved it around until the smaller head touched her clit. "How about that?" "Oh, god, yes!" She looked into his eyes. "It feels amazing." "I knew it would." He got on his knees near her face, and she took his cock in her mouth again. As he thrust the toy in and out of her, she sucked and licked him, his shaft and balls. The vibration of the toy combined with his moans of pleasure quickly brought her to the brink. She screamed around his cock as she came. "Oh, my god!" "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he said. He turned so that she could no longer reach his cock with her mouth. She knew what he wanted. She gently sucked his balls for a few seconds, then ran her tongue from his balls to his ass. He groaned and thrust the toy into her harder as she rimmed him. It only took a minute for another orgasm, even harder than the first, to hit her. "Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh, god!" "Yes?" He held the toy still so the vibration on her clit became more intense. "Stop," she gasped. "Enough of the toy." He moved it slightly inside her. "You don't like it?" "I like it." She grabbed his wrist to keep the toy still. "But now I want your cock." "You do, huh?" He turned off the toy and slowly pulled it out of her. "You want my cock in your wet pussy?" She squirmed at the removal of the toy. "Yesss." "Tell me." "I want your hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck my wet pussy with your cock." "Good job." He set the toy on the bed, grasped her ankles, and pulled her in front of him. Kneeling between her legs, he put her feet on his shoulders and thrust his thick, hard cock inside her. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Do you like feeling my cock fuck your pussy?" "Oh, god, yes," she moaned. He thrust harder and faster. "I want you to cum, baby. Come for me." "Yes!" She felt the orgasm build. "Fuck me. Make me cum! Oh, god, yes!" As her orgasm abated, she felt his cock swell inside her. "I'm going to come, baby," he said. "In your pussy?" "Yes, cum in my pussy! I want to feel you cum in me." He tensed as he came, then thrust in and out a few more times before slipping out of her pussy. He kissed her and lay beside her. "Did you enjoy your present?" Smiling, she reached over him and touched the toy. "I think it's my new favorite gift." Playtime Amy felt the buzz on her hip. She put down the steak, leaned on her shopping cart and pulled her cell phone from its belt clip. She curled a loose lock of hair around her ear as she glanced at the small phone. Text from Him. Her heart skipped a beat and she flipped it open quickly. HIM: A, new toys arrived. Come over at 9. Amy smiled broadly and hit the reply. Her thumb danced across the keypad, the auto spell feature working with her for once, and she smiled at her message. New toys? Nice. See you then. Bring anything? She hit send and watched the little animation cycle before holstering her phone. It was barely three in the afternoon, but there was so much to do. Amy put the steak in her basket and then strolled down the aisle toward the produce area. A small bag of snow peas and ginger later, she was ready to check out. Unfortunately for Amy, the supermarket had miss-scheduled, and even the "express lane" was backed up. Or perhaps it was fortunate after all. Her cell buzzed again. HIM: Besides yourself? An airy giggle escaped Amy as she read. Before she could reply another text message arrived. HIM: Wear the gloves. And he answered as the question formed in her mind. HIM: Yes, the stockings too. Amy laughed loudly, and some of the other people in the line cast an odd glance at her. She pointed at her phone and then they either nodded in response or rolled their eyes. Soon Amy was finally free of the store and on her way home. It was a short drive, and her mind already drifted into possibilities: delicious, naughty, desperate possibilities. He was deviously secretive about the new toys, so the skies were the limit. Her breath quickened as her arousal grew. With the requests of her long, over the elbow, gloves and matching stockings, Amy knew he was planning a long and sensuous evening. Amy closed her knees slightly as she drove. Her center warmed and her sex began to moisten. Amy brushed her curly black hair out of her eyes and curled her lip under her teeth. Amy hurriedly put the groceries away and walked toward the bathroom, stripping off her mundane outer ware. She ran a hot bath, lighting several candles that perpetually surround the tub before adding her homemade sandalwood bubble bath. She slid into the tub and let the steamy water and the frothy bubbles slowly envelope her. A long sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed into the water. She ran her hands along her curvaceous body and caressed her skin. Her hands fell quickly between her legs and she began to toy and tease her sex under the surface. Amy coaxed her sensitive nub from under its hood and played with it, lost in her imaginings. She felt the heat of his breath on her, the roughness of his hands, the manly spice of his scent filled her memory, and she let out a shuddering sigh as she teased her self into a hard climax. The water shook and rolled against her breasts as she writhed in the tub. Another wave of pleasure pulsed through her and soon she simply relaxed in the hot water, purring out a long sigh. Amy pulled herself out of the tub, dried off, wrapped herself in a fluffy bathrobe and ate a light supper. She then went to her room and pulled her cocktail gloves and matching black stockings from their special place. Amy stretched out her legs, rolling the stockings up past her knees and tying the playful black ribbon against her hamstrings. The top of the stockings wrapped enticingly around her thighs. Amy slipped her feet into a pair of stiletto heel lace up ankle boots and then pulled the long, cocktail gloves up her arms. She stood and looked into a full length mirror. Amy smiled and took a couple of provocative poses. She suddenly furrowed her brow and decided something was missing. The young woman went to her jewelry box and took out a simple black velvet choker and wrapped it around her throat. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled. "Perfect," she said. Amy strode out her room and grabbed her long coat, wrapping it around her mostly naked body, and grinned wickedly. She slipped out of her house and into her car, ready to surprise Him. ++++++ Amy knocked on His door at eight fifty-five, rapping out a silly little beat. She pulled her coat around her and her more sensible side berated her for not putting on anything underneath the coat to ward off the chill of the November evening. But her playful side won out, again, and she waited for the door to open. He lived in a modest house on a large, tree filled property with several out buildings that he continually tinkered with. He answered the door wearing a black turtleneck sweater, accentuating his broad shoulders, and his well cut blue jeans, accentuating the rest of his long, angular body. He smiled, and his sea-green eyes locked on Amy's. "Come in," he said in a warm baritone. "Thank you," Amy cooed as she slinked past him. She shrugged her coat from her shoulders revealing her naked body, not really caring he hadn't closed the door yet, and kissed his lips. The bristles of his well cared for moustache and goatee brushed on her flesh, and Amy savored the sensation. They rolled together, and the door closed from their embrace. She leaned against him and he against the door as their kiss deepened. Their mouths opened, and they breathed each other's passion. Her arms wrapped about his neck, and his hands wandered down her back, cupping over her firm rear. Wicked grins spread across their faces as they finally broke the kiss. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased. Amy purred sultrily, "Maybe a little." She took his rough hands in hers and placed them over her breasts. "So, what about these new toys?" He put his index finger to her lips and grinned, "All in good time." Amy pouted playfully and coyly folded her hands behind her back. He gave her nipples a firm squeeze before sliding around her. He leaned in, wrapped his arms about her torso, held her breasts in his hands, and whispered in her ear, "I want it to be a surprise." Amy cooed and her knees closed slightly, trying to contain her warmth. Her eyes reflexively closed as he caressed her body. He kissed her neck and dropped his hands from her breasts, sliding them down her sides. "Oh," she droned in a long sigh, losing herself in his caresses, "surprise me." He answered in a soft, dangerous whisper, "I intend to." His hands left her body, and then covered her eyes. She felt the pressure of his hands, but a cool silk in place of his usually rough fingertips. Amy instantly realized she was being blindfolded and bit her lower lip in an effort to keep still. Her body trembled in arousal as the black, she knew it just had to be black, silk scarf wrapped around her head, completely closing off her vision. Her thighs rubbed together, desperately trying to hide the shiny moisture seeping out of her hot sex and a long throaty coo rolled out of her. He stepped away, leaving her lost in her own arousal. Amy stood motionless, her hands folding at the small of her back, and she leaned her head back slightly. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the rise and fall of Amy's breasts with each quickening breath. "Amy," he whispered. "Follow my voice." Amy turned and took a cautions step. She glided across the tile floor smoothly, her hips swaying in a practiced seductive dance. She knew the layout of his house, and it made it easier as she followed his soft voice to the living room. "Stop," he commanded. Amy put her gloved hands flat on her thighs and took a deep breath. She heard the crackling of a fire in the fireplaces and smelled the soft smoke of candles in the room. He stepped in close and caressed her breasts in long wide strokes of his fingertips. "There is a mattress in the center of this room," he whispered. "Find it, and lay on your back." He dropped his hands and gave her a gentle push into the room. Amy took a tentative step, and then a longer, sultry, sliding gate. The warmth of the fire flushed over her skin, and she confidently found the unfolded futon. She slinked around all four sides of the knee high platform before stretching across it like a cat. Knowing he watched her every move aroused her greatly, and she took a shallow breath as her center spasmed slightly. Amy rolled to her back and pressed her knees together again, hoping in vain to keep her juices inside her sopping wet sex. Her stiletto heeled boots caught the linen sheets, and her knees were high in the air. Amy couldn't help herself, her hands covered her breast and her sex. "Now can you tell me about your new toys?" Amy mewed. "Please?" "I'd rather show you." He circled around her, and she felt his shadow from the fire pass over her excited body. He lifted Amy's head gently and slipped something behind her neck. Amy let out a wanton purr as he guided her hands away from her body and slipped her wrists into open cuffs. Then a bar closed over her wrists and throat, pinning her in a leather lined yoke. Amy cooed and purred as she shifted, showing off her accepted helplessness. "Oh, nice toy," she mewed. He hushed her and then stretched out her leg. She felt his eyes on her exposed body, and her wetness poured from her lewdly. Her hips rolled forward, arching her back, and made her display all the more provocative. He propped her ankle on his outside shoulder, giving him a clear view of her sex and breasts. Amy's mouth opened into a breathless pout as he pulled... a... strap... a... cuff... a slapper? She couldn't tell as he pulled something leather across her stocking covered leg. She couldn't see, nor could she really turn her head. Instead she shook it slowly from side to side, begging silently for him to take her. She then felt the leather wrap snugly about her ankle boot. He fastened it closed before setting her leg down and repeating the entire process with the other leg. Her legs folded together, and she rubbed her swollen labia with her thighs, trying to coax out a building orgasm. Before he put her other leg down, he clipped on something heavy. Then he took her other ankle and spread her legs wide. She heard another heavy clip and now couldn't put her legs together. Amy was totally exposed. A yoke pinning her arms wide open showing off her round, full breasts, and an ankle spreader forcing her legs apart, revealing her gushing wet sex. "Oh my God," Amy wailed in delight. "Oh, please fuck me!" He chuckled, "Eager, aren't we?" "Oh, yes," Amy hissed. "I'm so wet...." "I can see that, you naughty thing." He ran his hand along her leg and cupped his fingers over her labia, petting her folds like he would a kitten. Amy purred in response and rolled her hips to his caresses. Just before he pushed her over the edge, he removed his hand, and a half formed curse formed in the back of Amy's throat. It went unuttered. He loudly licked his fingers, smacking them against his lips. "And oh, so sweet." The simple thought of him licking her sent her into a series of small orgasms. She shook lightly against her binds. "Oh for the love of God!" she cried. "Please fuck me!" She heard him unzip his jeans and gasped in anticipation. "You are so," he paused for a dramatic beat, "impatient!" He slapped her breast, sending a delightfully painful shockwave across her body. She heard him move around the mattress, and his fingertips grazed her skin. Amy let out a guttural moan as he caressed her cheek. She scented his musk and new his proud member hung tantalizingly above her face. She leaned her head back as far as she could, even scooted to the edge of the mattress and dangling her hair over the side. And he rewarded her efforts by running the tip of his cock along her lips. Her mouth opened instantly and wantonly and she popped his mushroom head between her moist lips. Only using her tongue, she caressed him, and his breath caught. He watched her writhe under him as she suckled him eagerly bordering on desperately. She made wet smacking sounds as she gasped for air around his thickness. Her eyes closed in the pleasure of his member in her mouth. She savored the taste of his flesh and the scent of his musk. The collar part of the yoke rubbed on her neck as she expanded her throat, taking him deeper into her mouth. He wrapped his hands around her breasts and kneaded them. Amy purred lewdly, vibrating her mouth on him. Her hands opened and closed wishing they could grab his thighs and pull him deep into her throat, but she was at his mercy. And she lost herself in that pleasure. He took a red pillar candle from the nearby table and tipped it, pouring hot wax on Amy's full breast. "Oh my GOD!" she gasped around his member still deep in her mouth. Her hips bucked and a hard spasm wracked her body. He rolled his hips, feeding her more and more of his member as the wax drizzled on his lover. Amy had a series of hard orgasms as the wax landed on her breasts, her stomach, and her mons. She held her head steady as he simply used her throat, occasionally pulling out and spilling streams of saliva on her face. Amy was loosing herself in all the sensations: the heat from the fire, the passion, the hot wax, his scents and his cock, the constricting of air as his hardness crowded her throat, and fell into bliss. He pulled out of her mouth and she out of her reverie. "Please," she breathlessly pleaded, "please..." He mounted her and easily entered her slick sex. The sudden full sensation instantly brought Amy around, and she moaned loudly. He thrusted hard against her, and she rolled her hips as best she could meeting each stroke. He called her terrible names, and she loved admitting to and echoing each one of them. Moaning out each word preceded by "Your..." He roughly pistoned her over and over, like the drive shaft of a steam locomotive. And she squealed out her pleasure like a train whistle. He wrapped his hands around the yoke and pounded her desperately and hard, filling her again and again, lightly bruising her sex, and driving her to deeper and deeper passionate pleasure. After another of Amy's hard orgasms forced him out, he stood on his knees, and wrapped his hand around his member. He worked himself angrily until he exploded, showering his lover with his seed. Amy mewed in triumph as he spent himself on her, leaving them both gasping and breathless. After regaining his senses, he fumbled at the ankle bar, his hands not wanting to obey his orders, and he shakily detached the bar. He laid over her and unclasped the yoke, freeing his lover. She tore off the blindfold and kissed him deeply and sloppily. They laid together on the futon and molded their bodies to each other. She purred in his arms. "Mmm, when's the next order coming in?" Playtime Listen in as she cums hard playing by herself. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Playtime [This story was originally the transcript of an IM chat session. Nearly the only changes I made were formatting- removing the name/timestamps.] **************************** You smile as I kissed my way from your bare shoulder, up your neck, to the base of your ear. I make sure you're really turned on with lots of kissing. I move on to sucking your full tits, stroking your pussy... As you start to moan in response, I begin sliding a finger slowly in and out of your cunt, letting your horny pussy lube up my finger. "Mmmmm..." is all you reply, both of us thinking in the same direction. My tongue now flicking your nipples, finger flicking your clit. I let two fingers start delving into your cunt, gently curling to rub your G-spot. My hard cock rubs against your thigh, and then my fingers slide out of you, slowly gliding back along the surface of your ass, gently caressing, then rubbing your rosebud. The tingling sensation spreads all throughout your body. I feel the tight muscles in your ass clenched under my fingers; I don't try to penetrate. Again you moan softly. I just slowly rub the surface, making circles, relaxing the muscles; your ass relaxes, enjoying how good it feels. My pressure increases slightly, and you tilt your hips to rub your pussy lips against my wrist. I can feel your hole begin opening, inviting me in and with a bit more lube I press in slowly, gently. Just barely penetrating you, only that half-inch to your sphincter, I hear you gasp softly in pleasure. Your ass squeezes my finger, unsure what direction you want it to go. I just hold still, letting both of us enjoy how good this feels. My other hand firmly squeezes your breast, and I kiss you deeply, our tongues entwining. Your hand then closes over mine, pressing me further in. I let my finger sink slowly past the first knuckle. You exhale raggedly as your ass stretches to let me in, squeezing to control the pace, letting me know how far to go. I can feel your pulse through the muscles, into my finger - quick and strong, like your breath. Extremely aroused, wanting more, your hand wraps around my cock, squeezing it, showing me how much you like this anal play. I press in further, hearing your pleasured moan as I do, knowing how deep, how fast is good by the pitch of your moan. With yet more lube, I'm now in just past the second knuckle, and you begin to rock your hips slightly. Your hand on mine, I begin sliding my finger slowly, slowly in and out - short, shallow strokes, very slow, teasingly slow. To my finger it feels like almost no movement, but I know the strokes feel full and powerful in your ass. Your moans rise, louder and hornier as I feel your ass relaxing more. As your moans of pleasure get stronger, I gradually increase the pace and depth of my strokes. Soon, almost my entire finger is sliding in and out of your ass, never quite leaving entirely, still slow, but steady and firm. I can hear you start to murmur... "yesssssss...ohhhhh yeahhhhhh...mmmmmm, ahhhhh, yeahhhhh" Adding another dab of lube, I break the rhythm, pausing on the outstroke. Pressing firmly, but very slowly, you can feel me adding a second finger. Your eyes widen, fully open, staring into mine. My free hand squeezing your tit firmly, as my fingers sink into you in one long, slow stroke. I pause when they're fully inside you, and I can feel a shudder of pleasure course through your whole body. Your eyelids droop and your arms clasp me, pulling me hard against you as your passion climbs. Your hungry mouth devours mine, the thrashing of your tongue telling me better than any words how turned on you are. The movement creates a slight stroking of my fingers as your ass rises off and onto them. You fall back against the bed, gasping, breathing hard, one hand clenching your tit, the other reaching down to rub your pussy. I gaze down at you with a lustful grin and I let my fingers start a new rhythm in and out of your ass. I love how tight you are around them. I kiss you hard again as I grind my cock into your thigh, your cool skin in such contrast the heat pulsing through my rigid tool. I hear your guttural moans of lust, feel your body rising in time with my fingers and the alternating strokes of your own fingers on, then in, your pussy. "Yessssss...unghhhhh, yeahhhh, oh yeahhhh... fuck me....unghhh, yeahhhh... now... fuck my ass..." We stare into each others' eyes, both seeing hot, horny lust reflected. I grin and lube my cock. My fingers withdraw with a slight pop and you whimper briefly, but you know what comes next. I slide a pillow under your hips, raising them a bit. Kneeling between your luscious thighs I see you pull your knees to your chest, wantonly, brazenly offering up your ass. I reach down and guide the head of my cock to your back door. Your eyes close as you feel the fleshy head of my dick pressing against you. I slowly press my hips forward, and your eyes widen as your ass does too, stretched open by the bulbous end of my cock, the hard length following it, inch by inch, filling you up. Even relaxed and warmed up as you are, it's a stretch - no pain, just an intense feeling of resistance and surrender. My cock feels huge, enormous; you can feel each vein and ridge sliding in. The length of my shaft seems to go on forever, prolonging the agonizing ecstasy of being penetrated. I hear you whimper in joy and pleasure at being so filled. You can feel my cock throb as my own excitement climbs. When I'm buried to the hilt I pause, watching you, making sure you're still enjoying this as much as I am. Your legs wrap around my back and I feel you pull me even tighter against you. I rock back slowly and hear you inhale , then roll forward back into you. Your hands clench my shoulders, your nails digging into my flexing muscles, stabbing, piercing me harder when your legs pull me in to stab, pierce you. Gradually our pace builds, both of us delirious with the amazing feel of my long hard cock plowing deeply into your hot, tight ass. Me feeling your ass squeezing my cock; you feeling my cock throb and glide inside you. We're both moaning, gasping, grunting as we grind ourselves together. My own hands now grip your shoulders allowing me to pull you even harder onto my rigid pole. The lube lets us thrust and pound hard and fast with pleasure only, no pain, until we both begin to spasm, my hips quivering. Your ass clenches hard around me as my cock swells and explodes deep inside your horny ass you can feel the pulsing as my cum gushes out. your nails scratch deep red lines into my shoulders while my own fingers clench on yours, leaving slight bruises. Our cries of release echo around the room, until, breathless and exhausted, we both collapse, my still-hard cock sliding out of you. You lay spent, your ass satisfied, thrilled, yet oddly feeling both empty and relieved. I kiss your shoulder, then your lips, lightly. We both smile at each other, and you run a finger across my chest, saying, "Wow... yeah, now THAT'S the way it's done..." ************************** ************************** [After this, she was quiet for a few minutes, which started to worry me. Then she typed, "sorry this was so intense. i passed out after i came". I hope you had a similarly positive reaction. Either way, I certainly would appreciate your rating and any comments. Thank you.]