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Snapshots

By: Ronny



Steven rang my doorbell at 4:00 on the nose. I had just walked in from pulling my car into the garage, and hadn't had time to kick my shoes off. He came in with his camera bag, eager to get started. I had agreed to let him shot photos of my garden for his high school class. Just then the phone rang, so I directed him out back and told him I would join him in a minute. The phone call was from my man. He is overseas on a business assignment for the next three weeks - which is a long time to hear his sexy voice over a phone. We talked about how our days went; then he started in on me.

His voice dropped an octave, and he asked me what I had on. I smiled and described what I had worn to work. He told me to take it off.

"What," I laughed.

"C'mon, take it off."

I glanced at the patio door, "I can't."

"Why, is somebody there?"

There was no need to plant a seed of jealousy, "Who would be here?"

"Then take you clothes off."

"All right, if you do too."

"I had them off the minute you picked up the phone."

I put the phone down, and made little sounds like I was getting undressed. I picked the phone back up, and he told me to think about him. To close my eyes, and concentrate on him. The way he looks at me, then way he kisses and touches me. I took another glance at the patio door, then complied. I could see his eyes loving me, his lips and hands caressing me, and it started tuning me on.

"Now, rub yourself."

"Okay," I whispered, taking another look at the door.

"Rub you thighs. Now you breasts."

I twirled the phone cord around my finger, wishing hard that Steven would finish up and leave. Timothy and I had phone sex on a regular basis when one of us are out of town for an extended amount of time. Ideally, I would be stretched out on my bed, naked, following his every command. But with Steven in my backyard, all I could do give the impression I was playing along.

"Now, touch your pussy."

He had no idea how much I wanted to.

"Imagine your fingers are my tongue, kissing and loving your lips - working you way to you clit. Is it hard for me, baby?"

Steven or no Steven, my hand slid inside my skits and pantyhose and panty waistband. I kept my hair shaved, so with a slight spread of my legs, "yes, it's hard for you."

"Play with it, like my tongue does. Make circles around it, then go back and forth across it." I kept an ear out for the patio door opening, and did as he said. My juices started flowing, and I was floating.

"Rub it faster, like I'm rubbing my dick. Faster."

I rubbed faster, and within a minute we both groaned in sweet release."

"Thank you, baby," he said after catching his breath.

I licked my fingers, "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We hung up, and I sat there allowing my heart to settle down. Timothy wasn't aware that just rubbing my clit is not enough to satisfy me. It usually has to followed up with some good dick, when Tim is here, or my favorite vibrator when he's not. I started to my room to finish the job Tim started, when Steven came in the back door announcing he was finished out back. I tried to usher him out the door, but there were some plants inside he wanted pictures of. I escorted him around the house, and watched him work. He adjusted lights, and changed lenses until he had things looking just the way he wanted before snapping the picture.

"Why don't you get in some of these?"

"Uh uh," I declined.

"Why not? If I got all these pictures of your plants, I might as well have some of you with them."

"Timothy grew these."

"So we'll lie."

"Okay, but I want to see them before you turn them in," I stood beside the plant he was shooting. "And if I don't like them, I'm keeping them."

"That's cool," he adjusted the light.

He had me pose by a couple plants he already had pictures of, then he said he had what he needed.

"Do you develop the film yourself?"

"Yeah, it's part of our grade."

I got an idea for a nice surprise for Timothy, "Can I trust you to do a favor for me?"

"Sure, what is it?"

A voice was telling me to forget about it, but I was still a little 'high' from the conversation with Timothy. Besides, what's the worse that could happen. "You have to swear that this will stay between you and me."

"I swear."

"I mean it Steven. If I hear that anyone else knows about this, I'm going to get Timothy after you. You remember what he looks like, right?"

He nodded, "Cock diesel brotha, yeah I know. What's the favor you want?"

"I want you to take some more photographs of me."

"Sure."

"Nude."

His eyes bulged, "Nude?"

"Yes, they're for Timothy - and if you let anyone else see them, he's gonna get you."

I could see him calculating the position this put him in. I've known Steven for years. His older sister and I graduated together when he was a freshman. Him and his little friends would try to get our attention, in the hopes that we would show them a little affection. Now, three summers later, I'm home from school, staying at my boyfriend's house, and asking him to shoot nude photo of me.

"Let's get started," a grin came over his face.

What have I just got into?

I took him back to the bedroom, and started adjusting the lights as I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off. Just to make sure I was still going to go through with this, I worked myself back up. Putting my foot on the toilet seat, I ran my hands, one after the other, from my asshole to my clit until it was erect again. Then I pressed my fingertip to it and made myself come again. My body immediately wanted more, so I put on Timothy's bathrobe and came out.

"I'm all set," he acted as if he was afraid to look at me.

"How many shots do you have?"

"36."

I got comfortable on the bed, keeping the robe on, and sat in different positions. After 5 or 6 shots, I untied the belt. Steven shot pictures as it fell off my shoulders. I looked down at my exposed breasts, and my nipples were sticking straight out. Steven stopped snapping, and looked overtop of the camera. His eyes were locked on my chest.

"You like?" I teased. He didn't answer, but the bulge in his shorts was affirmation enough. "Keep snapping," I grinned as a wave of naughtiness took over.

5 or 6 more shots, I opened the robe completely. Steven almost dropped the camera. I laughed and told him to be careful. His unsteady hands continued to snap pictures as I stretched out, stood up, bent over and squatted. It was turning me on to be naked in front of Steven as he snapped pictures - 1) because I knew how much he still liked me, and 2) it just felt so freaky. I couldn't wait for Timothy to see these (I would tell him my girlfriend took them, of course).

Steven snapped the last picture, "Done, unless you want me to get another roll."

"No thanks, that's enough. When can I see them?"

"I have a lab coming up, so next week."

"And remember, nobody sees these."

"No problem," he stood there as I got up and put the robe back on.

"You can go now."

"I just thought that . . . "

It took me a second to recognize the look in his eyes, "Oh no you didn't!"

"I'm sorry," he corrected himself, then left the room quickly.

I went out to hallway where he was packing his camera, "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that."

"It's okay," he said with his head down like he used to do when he expected a kiss on the cheek after getting me something in the lunchroom.

A part of me felt bad for him. He couldn't help being a fool for me then, and I guess he would never learn.

"I'll see you later," he turned for the door.

"Wait," I said. He turned to face me. I sighed, and walked up to him, my robe still open, "This is between you and me too." I slowly knelt down in front of him, letting my breasts slide down his body, and unfastened his belt. As I unbuttoned his jean shorts, I noticed a wet spot by the pocket. "You were that excited, huh?" I pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, and licked his dick into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his dick and moved my head back and forth slowly a few times. The feel of his dick in my mouth reminded me of the two boys I had gone-down on in high school. Steven was young, and smooth, just like them. He was also very hard. Timothy, while larger than Steven, didn't always get fully hard. Though it would get hard enough to make love, it would give in to my squeeze. I could have bounced a quarter off Steven's dick.

I could feel him tensing up, so I increased my rhythm. This was another difference between Timothy and Steven; stamina, or should I say staying power. I'm sure Steven had the energy to make love for a long time, but he hadn't developed the control. I had only just begun, when I heard him fighting to hold back. Moments later, he lost the fight, and shot cum into my mouth - a lot of it. When he finished, I stood up, and closed my robe. He stood there for a second, then pulled his shorts up. I opened the door, "See you next week."

"Yeah, bye," he stumbled out the door.

I laughed, closed the door, then went to the bedroom to quench the fire that was really raging in me.

Snapshots #01



The music and laughter behind me vanished as if a mute button had been pressed when I saw her alone, leaning against the railing of the balcony. The thought that captured me was: "I want to be alone with you..."

She was tall, skinny but sinewy in her white and navy jersey and "Seven" jeans; her skin was smooth mahogany; her hair a tight black cap on her narrow head. Dear brown-eyes watching the curl of crashing waves.

I had felt her eyes on me when I first entered the party. Eyes both brash and shy as they traveled from my face framed by unruly strawberry blonde hair, across my shoulders, over the overabundance of my breasts; pausing at my bare midriff; the tiny crescent Moon belly ring twinkling; and finally down the flow of my gypsy skirt that flattered my hips and hid my stocky legs. I had felt her eyes...

Kisses and hugs from the hostess and her effusive partner. A pleasant cry from across the room, and hands herding me to a couch. An old flame, now old friend, smiling at me and saying, "Sit! I've been thinking about you!"

I sat and spoke and laughed, but I was thinking about another woman's eyes...

She turned her head, looked at me, at the two flutes of champagne in my hands, and took one while saying, "Thanks, I'm Deka." 

I wanted to say, "No, your name is Lilith, Black goddesses of the Moon, and I am wearing your token," or something equally, floridly, idiotic. Wisely, I only said as I raised my glass to my lips, "I'm Cassie."

We were silent; but not awkwardly. I gazed out at the night, and she looked back and forth; from the sea to me. Sometimes it takes days, weeks, months; sometimes it only takes a wondrous moment. A time, a woman who makes my pulse race, makes my eyes shine with desire. That moment...

Her lips finally moved I thought, but she said nothing. I stared out at the water and whispered, "Would you like to come home with me?" The silence made my face hot. I may be a hippie dyke, but I never was that free with either my body or my love. She took the empty champagne flute from my hand and turned me to her. God yes there was a smile on her lips! She bent her head to me, my face lifted up, our mouths met. No tongue plunging, no gasping, only a kiss. The warm crush of her lips on me. My skin prickled, and the small of my back tingled, and my breasts honest to god throbbed with need. Only a kiss...

We left hand in hand, ignoring the parting smiles, the wry grins. Two endless blocks to my studio. The joke of fumbling with the keys at my door. Inside, her look exclusively at my bed: A frame of wildly rhapsodic iron curves with a spread of vibrant, contrasting colors -- a bed that promised...

She kissed me. Her hands on my waist, red-brown beautiful on pink cream. My sandaled feet going up on tiptoes, arms rising to hang around her neck. Her lips like ripe figs, my lips opening, welcoming, craving. Her tongue making sailing, swirling motions inside my mouth; devastating. 

She moved me backward onto the bed with a sureness that excited me as much as her continuing kiss. She only stopped to help me pull off my top and undo my bra. Her hands splayed on me; cupping a breast in each hand, her fingers reddened my nipples – the tips of her fingers were fine sandpaper over the pebbled tips. My moan in her mouth made her lean body shudder against me. She broke away, pulling her shirt over her head. No bra, her breasts two small, sweetly curved mounds with chocolate nipples. As she struggled to tug off her tight jeans and plum colored boyshorts, I nervously unwrapped my skirt; hoping to be a present she wouldn't forget. She stopped my hands on my panties, "Let me," she said huskily.

Lying back, I lifted my hips. Merely her sure hands sliding my panties down made me shiver. I expected her to grin, but she instead she saw my wetness, my flowering need, and breathed a long drawn "ohhhh," and her head was there, where I wanted her...

Her lips against me, her tongue snaking, lapping, rasping, cuffing gently at my swollen pearl. Her hands holding my hands, gripping them tightly. I looked down at her, black curls buried in my blonde ones, and lost myself in the love of it all. Then her tongue shifted, found the way into me, and glided upward, deep inside, finding the rough goddess spot. I tipped my hips and mewled. Her tongue began to gyrate in slow, powerful circles. I groaned out her name, "Deka, Deka..." She answered with a moan on lips that were mated to my womb; a moan that floated to my pearl as her tongue drove into me. I whimpered into my climax, and whimpered, and whimpered, and whimpered...

She waited until I floated down, and then wafted me back up. Hands on my breasts, short nails scraping on my nipples. Mouth possessing the pink pearl of my clit, humming on me a song of the Nile that caused me to flow a river. Causing a cascade of moans, back arching like a bridge, causing a flooding, blinding, come...

She wrapped herself around me. Her fine-drawn thigh between my thick ones, her long arms enveloping me, my rich breasts on her svelte chest, her full dark lips on my thin pale lips. She rode and rocked me, she rocked against me – my thigh so wonderfully pressed into the wet haven of her cleft - Oh God was there anything so good? There was, the sound of my name when she screamed it out of her, when she held me so hard to her, when she felt the glory, when it felt it with me.

Black on white, passion on desire. She had me until morning, she had me as long as she wanted me... 



Snapshots #02



The first date: We went to a production of "Last Summer At Bluefish Cove" staged at a local community theatre. I wore a coral stretch knit halter-top and a matching printed silk charmeuse skirt. She surprised me by wearing a green shirred blouse with a floral, flirty, ruffled hem skirt. We had coffee and desert afterwards; the chocolate mousse tortes helping us get over some of the sadness we both felt about the story. 

Her goodnight kiss was dry and cool and sweet. It made me feel delicious…

The second date: A beach volleyball tournament. She whooped and yelled herself hoarse; I admired the women spiking and worked on my gaydar. She wore a white crop-top and cutoffs and her "lucky" Bruins baseball cap with her blonde ponytail pulled through the back; I wore my pink hibiscus sarong wrap over a metallic blue one-piece swimsuit. We ate a picnic on the beach, curried chicken salad, homemade spicy coleslaw, and a couple of bottles of hard lemonade. At sunset, she casually put her arm over my shoulder as we walked on the beach.

A lingering kiss goodnight, my hands resting on her waist. It made me feel like a girl again.

The third date: Dinner at my house. I had confidently made poached in champagne salmon, sliced ripe tomatoes with fresh basil, and hot spinach stuffed mushrooms. I had confidently dressed in my mauve Lauren tank dress that clung perfectly right – suggestive without being aggressive. In every other way, confidence was a stranger. I was nervous as a cat on hot bricks.

She showed up wearing charcoal seersucker slacks, a matching mesh tube top underneath an unbuttoned pale lemon ruffled shirt, and cute sandals on her slender feet. The look of her, the quiet crooked smile of her, made me more than skittish…

We ate; she complimented my cooking. We laughed; she loved my tart humor. We finished the bottle of champagne that I used for the salmon; her eyes got that wonderful glow. I put the Indigo Girls on the stereo; she sat down on my sofa nonchalantly letting her shirt fall open, the little red diamond-points of her nipples under the tube making me shiver deep inside. I sat down beside her; when Amy Ray sang "She exploded into my heart," I got a kiss that exploded mine. 

We kissed and kissed; until my lips trembled, until her lips became swollen. We touched; her hands on the nape of my neck, on the back of my knees, teasing, not tickling under my armpits – my hands on her shoulders, on the curve of her ears, a glazing caress across her bare stomach. We kissed and touched with all the time in the world, building the fire one aching moment at a time.

I shuddered at how perfect it was, how perfect she felt, and pulled back out of her arms. I hunched a little forward, looking down, clasping my hands on my lap and began my speech.

"I don't come. I have what's defined as 'female orgasmic disorder'. There is nothing wrong with me physically, I've been examined and tested more than once. I have tried therapy, I've tried weed and ecstasy," a blush on my face as I glanced at her out the corner of my eyes, "I've tried all sorts of women. Nothing works."

Even though I had given this speech so many times it hadn't gotten easier. "I'm telling you because I hate pretending, or making someone feel that she is doing something wrong, that she isn't making me happy," I raised my face and looked at her. Her head was tilted to one side, looking a little puzzled. I wanted to kiss her then, have her tongue sweep inside me, but I continued speaking.

"It does make me happy," I said strongly. "Being with a woman, being with a woman like you, it makes me feel euphoric, feel so alive, feel complete."

She asked, in that surprisingly light, vaguely accented voice, so unexpected, "Never?"

I sighed, afraid that she'd be one of those who see it as a challenge – I had been hurt from those who did, frustration of the heart as much as of the body. I replied slowly, "I have come a few times, alone, a couple of times, but…" my mouth quivered, "I can – but I can't."

She stunned me by laughing. "Okay, okay, I get it! She put her hand alongside my face and grinned lopsidedly. "I'll come for both us, deal?"

I had to smile; had to sink against her with my mouth on her neck. I had to have her hands on me; taking my dress off with fingers that made my skin glow. I had to gasp as I took her clothes off; had to catch a pendant breast with my mouth, my lips trapping the caramel peak. I had to hear her gasp.

We ended up on the floor, on the pile of brightly striped cotton and silk floor cushions I bought long ago in Marrakech. Her kisses were deep, torrid, but her caresses were soft, feathery; as if she were painting with a sable brush all over the canvas of my skin.

My kisses were yielding, our tongues tangling in my mouth. My caresses were urgent, seeking, finding the places that made her groan on my lips.

At last she straddled my head, her thighs around me, the plump center of her passion sinking onto my yearning lips. My tongue spiraled over and around her, circling into the petal-silky center of her. Too lost to slow and tease her, too aching to love her.

Her hand on my hair, her soft squeals becoming faster and faster, her words, "Oh fuck, yes there darling, there, there…" 

My mouth embraced her clit, tonguing her precious, beautiful pearl in an insistent rhythm that her breaking cries told me was so very right.

Then she leaned far back and I felt her hand cupping me. Not moving, only curving palm and fingers over the center of my passion. My hips moved without thinking, pressing up against her, my clit on her warm palm, my full lips on her still, gentle fingers…


She fell silent, her thighs stiffened, and pressed my lips and tongue against her, pressed my mound up to her, and then to the rhythm of my tongue came the rhythm of her convulsions; her cries, the music of her exultation. 

That music melted ice, made my waters flow. Not in a cascade of screaming ecstasy but a river long and slow, that seemed to never end.

Some eons later, she kissed my mouth and giggling said, "I guess my selfishness is a virtue."

I could only reply, half laughing, half pleading, "Please be virtuous with me again, and again, again… 



Snapshots #03



She phones me at twilight. Saying eagerly that her woman is away again on a business trip and she'll be free for the entire night; asking me in her sweet husky voice what time she should come by. She doesn't ask me if I am free; she knows that for her I always am. She doesn't realize how much her need is revealed in the inflection of her voice.

I hurry to change out of my old jeans and tee-shirt, stripping off worn cotton bra and briefs; changing into an lacy lilac demi bra and matching g-string under a sheer floral mini dress: High on the leg and hip, empire waist, billowing sleeves. A retro 60's look, but she came of age, came out, in the 60's. And how I look is so important to her, and me. 

She knocks firmly twice at my front door, she never uses the bell. I open it, holding in my hand her mug filled with hot green tea. Neither of us drinks anything stronger, we met at an AA meeting. Our only addiction is us, we get drunk on each other, on our sex. He short gray hair glows silvery under the porch light, but she smiles like a kid.

She enters, hands me her rain-damp jacket, takes the mug, and quickly kisses me. I hang the jacket up as she goes to my leather armchair, places aside my guitar, and sits with her legs stretched out. I smile and kneeling before her, I pull off her favorite black engineer boots with fancy silver buckles. It's a gesture that relaxes and excites her all at the same time.

Her eyes are caressing me; it only takes that for me to shiver. I stand and walk behind the chair, my hands fall on her shoulders and I start to slide the muscles back and forth. She sighs, and undoes the buttons of her flannel workshirt. She is almost completely flat, but she has such large nipples – I can see the outline of them underneath her ribbed tank top.

I ease her heavy shirt off her shoulders and start to knead deeply her muscles; alternating between fingertips and a fist, small circular movements. We talk casually. We have a rule, we never talk about our personal lives; we talk about novels and poems we love, the musicians we both raptly listen to. I mind more than speak, my hands moving, paying attention to the rhythm of her breathing.

She leans back, her sentences trailing off. I lean down and kiss her below her seashell of an ear, nibbling on an earlobe. She murmurs lowly, "Yes Tess..." I reach down and rake her slight soft mounds with the squared long nails of my right hand. Fingernails strumming over a suddenly firm nipple underneath her tee. I play the melody she loves. She inhales sharply, "Oh Jesus, yes baby..."

We stay like that for endless minutes. My tongue running over and in her ear, my long straight black hair draping over her shoulders, my fingers over her front; on the velvety nipples that I love, teasing with nails, tweezing with fingertips. She breathes heavily, her hands tight on the arms of the chair, her eyes glazing over. She is losing herself, becoming drunk on the sensation, on me.

As my tongue dips and coils in the whorls of her ear I whisper, "Pull up your shirt, Sal." She groans and rolls up the tee over her chest up to her armpits. My hands now have bare skin to touch; caressing the mature curves of her stomach, palming over her sides, returning to her breasts and pinching the caramel tips. Her hands go over mine, holding them urgently.

I tilt her head back, the beautiful arch of her neck sending quivers through me, and kiss her mouth almost cruelly. Kiss her until she is whimpering, until my hands are on shaking on her quivering body. I move away, breathing almost as hard as she is. I look at her over my shoulder and say, "Come to bed." She lurches out of the chair and takes my hand.

We climb the steep stairs up to my bedroom. Kissing each other madly as we stagger up the steps, her callused hand on my rump, my soft hand clinging on the nape of her neck. The bed is ready for us: The blankets turned back, the large goose down pillows placed where we will settle on them; our magical, golden curved love wand wrapped and warming in a towel.

She undresses me: I lift my arms, she pulls my dress over my head, and it flutters down to the floor. She reaches behind my narrow freckled back, her mouth hotly wandering on my neck, and undoes the bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders; my heavy breasts skimming tantalizingly against her chest. She sinks to her knees and as she kisses my thighs draws the g-string slowly down.

She looks up at me, her face showing all the eager, helpless, lust she feels. I take my nipples between my fingers and pinch them, reddening them – she loves seeing me wanton. Her mouth settles on me, her flat tongue laving gradually down the middle. I groan her name out and hold her head. She doesn't tease; her tongue enters me, pushing herself in as deeply as she can.

I don't know what excites me more, the passionate fierceness of her tongue diving in me, or the soft trembling of her mouth and chin as the want builds in her. My knees bend and she fucks me with her tongue even more deeply; until I am on hovering on the brink, and then she pulls away gasping and crying, "Tessie, I need you! I need you so much!"

I groan and nod shakily. Her clothes rapidly join my dress on the floor. She lays down her back on my bed, her head and ass propped up by the pile of pillows – my beautiful, stocky, odalisque. I unfold our wand from the towel, the gold-flecked curved glass is so warm and slick to the touch. The thickly ribbed side is for her, the spiral wrapping is for me...

I kneel between her outstretched legs, looking into her hazel eyes that are brimming with desire. I touch her neat sex, feel the overflowing wetness, and ease the large bulbous head of our love wand between her lips into her. Carefully I slide it, she is small there, and before me, no one has ever had the ecstatic delight of possessing her womb. Her eyes widen, and she whimpers...

Her half is now in her and she closes her legs. I move up, my narrow thighs straddling her heavy ones. She reaches down to steady the wand and I lean forward, resting my hands on her shoulders, sinking down, letting her enter me. Hands find my breasts, palms rubbing roughly on my peaks – the rasp on my nipples echoing the fretting of the spirals on my inner flesh.

We ride the heightening storm in us. She, lost in the rapture of being fucked – what she never thought she wanted, what she now knows she urges. I, lost in the delirium of lust, of love, of wanting to fuck and be fucked. We are both lost in the perfect rhythm, our mutual strokes creating madness in both of us. She comes, keening my name. I come, sobbing hers.

We are junkies, addicts for each other. Hopelessly, helplessly hooked...



Snapshots



Usually he enjoys his first visit to a new city, takes his time as he is driving to his hotel, checks out the feel of the city, what there is to see just driving through. That would have to wait this time though; his thoughts were on the restaurant he had just spotted ahead, the hour delay taking off, and the likelihood he was too late.

He missed the turnoff into the restaurant, further worsening his mood. He made a u-turn at the next intersection, hoping they weren't illegal in this town, although not really caring at this moment. He turned into the restaurant rather too quickly, typically trying to make up seconds when already an hour late.

He waved an anemic apology to the older couple leaving the restaurant that he had just terrified with his erratic driving and searched for another long moment for a parking place. Someone else managed to get the spot the older couple vacated, he almost felt like he deserved that. Finally he found an empty spot and pulled into it.

He rushed into the restaurant lobby and to his surprise saw her sitting there. Relief began to pour over him as he ran to where she was sitting and he crouched down in front of her.

"I am so sorry, the flight was delayed for an hour, it took forever getting my rental car, I missed the stupid turn, I almost ran over this older couple,? the words were pouring out of him.

Then he finally looked up into her eyes, and saw her smiling down at him, and the dam closed on the words.

She reached out and touched his cheek. "It's ok, I made sure I checked on your flight before I came over, I haven't been here long. And it's nice to meet you too."

"Oh gosh," he stammered as he got back to his feet, "I'm making quite a first impression aren't I." He heard her laugh softly as she also got to her feet. He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Looking down into her pretty eyes, "It is very nice to finally meet you milady."

She smiled at him warmly, "It's nice to finally meet you too. I have a table for us, is that ok?"

"Of course", he offered her his arm and she took it as they made their way to the hostess.

-click-

They talked as easily as they always did online. During the hour they had eaten dinner they had discussed childhoods, families, favorite restaurants and covered a bit of online gossip. After the strained introduction things had quickly smoothed out. She had caught him staring at her lovely eyes, long pretty brunette hair and gorgeous smile but had simply smiled each time their eyes had met. The hour had gone by far too quickly.

"Do you have some more time, can we talk some more?" he asked.

"I'd like that," she said, "but it's too noisy here, can we find someplace a bit more quiet?"

-click-

He opened the passenger side door of her car and climbed inside. Already inside, she looked over at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, this is your town, and I?ve never been here. You're going to have to be the one to decide where we are going." Their eyes met, she was smiling at him. There was a lot of warmth in her gaze. The look lingered, past the time when both should have become self-conscious.

He began to lean toward her, and she didn't back away. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, looking for any sign she didn't want what was happening, and then he felt her soft lips against his and they kissed for the first time. His hand slid to the right side of her throat, touching her cheek as they kissed. He could feel her breath on his face as the kiss continued. He slowly pulled back, feeling their lips slowly separate, both breathing heavily.

He pulled back just far enough to be able to look fully at her pretty face. His hand still softly caressed her cheek. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.

Her eyes lowered for a moment and a slight flush crept into her cheeks. Her eyes raised back up to find his. "You have the warmest, prettiest eyes," she said.

This time it was his turn to blush slightly. "May I kiss you again?" he asked.

"Yes."

He lowered his head slowly towards hers, anticipating the soft touch of her lips against his. As they kissed her mouth opened slightly and his mouth opened against hers. They began a deep sensuous French kiss, his hand slipped behind her neck so that he could pull her towards him a little, deepening the kiss even further.

They both scooted around in their seats, trying to get more comfortable for kissing. Soon he was on his knees in his seat, leaning over into her seat. Just then he noticed someone walking by her car and remembered where they were.

He sat up and in response to her somewhat surprised look managed to breathlessly whisper, "I think we are putting on a bit of a show."

Her blush was far more intense than when he had complimented her. "Perhaps we should find that other place that I was talking about."

-click-

She pulled the car into the parking lot of a beautiful tree-filled local park. The parking lot was deserted. The evening was getting late, in less than an hour it would be dark. The moon was very bright this evening though.

Inside the car she turned to look at him. She looked lovely backlit by the moonlight, her dark pretty hair tumbling over her shoulders. It was a bit in disarray from the activities of a few moments ago.

He reached out to touch her cheek again, and she pressed her cheek into his hand. His hand softly caressed her lovely face, his fingers moving gently over her cheeks, across her lips, tracing the outline of her eyes. He ran one finger down her nose, dropping at the end of her nose to her lips. She kissed his finger.

He watched as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She dropped the pumps she was wearing onto the driver's side floor. Sitting on her knees, this time she leaned over into his seat to kiss him.

She kissed him tenderly for a moment then broke the kiss. She stared for a moment deep into his eyes. "I know I don't say it much," she whispered, "but you make me feel absolutely wonderful."

She leaned in to kiss him again, deeply, French kissing again. He had found the release to let the seat go back, but forgot they now had two people leaning against the seat. The seat quickly fell all the way back, pulling him completely away from her as he fell back hard into the seat. She was able to catch herself and started giggling at his startled look.

"I'm sorry," she managed to stop giggling. "Are you ok?"

Now he started laughing. "Yes, only thing hurt is my pride."

"I see," she said with mock seriousness. "Do you suppose I need to come down there and see if I can help?"

"I think I'd like that very much."

She very carefully climbed into his lap, and slowly stretched herself out against him. "Is this better?" she asked as she snuggled up against him. Her face was just inches from his and soon their lips were pressed tightly together again.

His right hand quickly found it's way to her left breast. His left hand slid down her back to gently caress her butt. The material of her dress felt very silky, which he actually notice for just a minute, before his brain reminded him of the wonderful lady under the dress, and that she was in his arms.

Their kiss deepened, he felt her body pressing into his, and into the hand at her breast. He slowly worked her dress up in back, until he was able to caress her butt through only her panties. He felt her breath catch in their kiss, and her body press hard against his. One of her hands covered his as he caressed her breast. She squeezed his hand gently and then removed his hand from her breast.

She stooped kissing him and sat up a bit. The hand she has just taken from her breast she raised to her lips, kissing it. She looked deep into his eyes as she told him, "I want to make love with you. But, not here, this isn't comfortable. I have a blanket in the back, I want you to make love to me under the moonlight in the park."

-click-

He lay back against the blanket as she kissed her way down his bare chest. Kissing her way down across his abdomen, he shivered in pleasure at what she was making him feel.

She wasted little time undoing his belt and unsnapping his jeans. She sat up and he felt his jeans sliding down and off. She started kissing her way up the inside of his thighs, something he had often done for other but never really experienced for himself. Her warm lips and soft, wet tongue felt incredible as she worked her way slowly up his thighs. Then he felt her kissing him over his jockeys, her mouth wrapping around curves and mouthing him softly.

Then she was swiftly pulling off his jockeys, tossing them somewhere behind her.

"Oh my, it's so big," he heard her exclaim.

Half laughing he was quickly up on his elbows looking at her. "What did you just say?" he asked.

Her eyes found his and he saw the humor in them though her face remained completely serious. She had always said that her eyes could never hide her mood. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to say?"

He laughed. "In this case I'm afraid that would be a case of false advertising darling."

"No, no, no," she lost her composure, giggling. "It would only be false advertising if you said it, I'm allowed to make such claims aren't I?"

"Good point," he managed, just before he fell back and moaned loudly. She had just taken him slowly into her mouth, sliding far down his erect penis. She bobbed her head up and down on him several times before slowly releasing him from her mouth.

"Honey, I have to say you're not exactly small, and oh my do you taste good." The last she said with an exaggerated lick of her lips.

He blushed again. The second time for the evening and it left him speechless.

"What's the matter honey, having trouble speaking? Perhaps I should do that some more, you seemed to be able to moan just fine when I was doing that for you." She smiled sexily at him and lowered her mouth to him again, slowly taking him into her hot, wet mouth.

He did moan again. He also managed to find his voice.

"Oh darling, I can't deny that feels wonderful. However, I think at the moment I'd really love to have those incredible lips of yours up here kissing mine. Besides, you're still almost dressed and I think it's my turn to be the undresser. I've been looking forward to it all night now."

Once again she slowly released him from her mouth. She sucked rather hard just before he slid out, causing him to moan loudly again. "You've been undressing me with your eyes all night, is that what you are saying?"

"Pretty much, yep," he admitted.

She laughed. "No one can say you aren't honest," she said as she slid up to kiss him deeply.

-click-

He finished sliding her bra off as he gently sucked on her right nipple. He teased her nipple with his tongue before sitting up between her legs. He gazed down at her; obviously letting his eyes slide all over her body. Clad now only in incredibly sexy looking Victoria's Secret white panties, she was beautiful. Her breasts were full and her nipples as dark as she had told him. The moonlight gave all of her womanly, sexy curves an almost eerie glow.

She watched him looking at her, and smiled when his eyes finally returned to hers.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked him.

"My love, you know I have always liked what I have seen."

"So you have said," she almost whispered, "but you have never seen quite this much of me. Are you sure I haven't gotten too skinny." She laughed, a light, musical laugh that made him smile and filled him with longing to hear it again.

"No darling, I assure you, you look absolutely stunning."

"Good," she murmured. She caught his gaze and he felt like she was looking into his soul. "Because I was rather hoping you'd want to finish undressing me soon."

"Oh you were?" His eyes flashed mischievously as his hands slide under her sexy bottom, squeezing softly. He lowered his head and brushed his lips across the front of her panties.

"Yes," she moaned softly, "because I want to feel those wonderful lips of yours on my skin.

His hands on her butt grasped the hem of her panties and quickly pulled them down almost to her knees. At the same times his lips found the bare lips of her vagina, and pressed into them, his tongue flicking out to trace the opening of her lips. She moaned loudly and he felt her hips pressing up at him.

He pushed her panties off with one hand so that he could spread her legs a bit more, get better access. He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She gasped loudly and bucked her hips against him. He kissed her again softly before sitting up and smiling at her.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Mmmm hmmmmm", she murmured as she watched his eyes trace over her body once again. It thrilled her to see the look of love, desire and lust in his eyes as he visually ate up her body. "Unlike you my dear, I don't mind if you do continue that."

"Oh my, it's so big," she heard him say.

Her head snapped up. "What did you just say?"

"Oops," he attempted to look chagrined, "that's not what a guy is supposed to say is it?"

In a flash she had grabbed him and thrown him back on the blanket, straddled him, and was tickling his side and abdomen. Though he usually could control whether or not he was ticklish, he was not in control this time.

She tickled him mercilessly as she pounded him with questions.

"What is so big my dear? Were you talking about my hips? My butt? Just what was it that you found so big?"

He tried to answer several times, but was barely capable of breathing. Her tickle attack was relentless. Finally he managed to twist around under her enough to take one deep breath and managed to gasp out "your breasts."

Almost immediately she finished her attack. "Hmmmmmmmmmm. They aren't that big you goof, I hope by that you mean that you like looking at them."

"I adore looking at them," he replied. "I especially liked how they bounced while you were tickling me."

"Nonsense," she replied, "you were in no shape to notice." She was sitting just over his middle thighs. She reached down and wrapped her hand around him, and he immediately regained most of the hardness he'd lost during the tickle ambush. This time it was her eyes that roamed over him, and he who enjoyed the inspection. Her eyes finally met his again and she held his gaze for several seconds. Her hand was slowly stroking him.

"You have the sexiest eyes," she finally said to him.

He blushed again, a blushing trifecta.

"You seem to blush a lot," she teased, "I don't recall you mentioning you are easily embarrassed. Just what are you going to do when I tell you that I'm planning to take this very hard penis in my hand and slide myself onto you?"

He moaned as she began to rub his head against her. Partially pushing him into her. "A moan," she murmured, "I rather like that reaction much more than blushing. I'm planning to have that reaction in just a moment myself."

With that she lowered herself slowly onto him. Taking him deep inside her. They both moaned.

-click-

They lay side-by-side on the blanket, kissing softly. His hand softly caressing her breasts, sliding gently all over, teasing her nipples.

"I'm ready for more already my love, if you're interested," he whispered softly in her ear.

"So I noticed," she laughed softly back, before kissing him hungrily, deeply, pressing her body hard against his.

His free arm went around her and he allowed the weight of his body to push her back onto the blanket. He kept himself off her, putting his weight on his arms on either side of her. Her legs spread and he felt her hand guide him into position. He kissed her long and deep as he slowly slid into her.

It wasn't anything exotic; they simply made love, slowly, tenderly. They didn't speak beyond moans, kissing almost the entire time. He just slowly moved in and out of her, while she squeezed him and moved her hips with his to take him very deep. The act itself may have been very simplistic but the pleasure generated was far from it.

She reached orgasm slightly before him. She had to break the kiss as she moaned loudly, her body shuddering with the intensity of the pleasures coursing through her. That was more than enough to send him over the edge not long after, thrusting into her as his pleasure built to a crescendo. He found her lips willing to kiss again as he exploded inside her, feeling her muscles working with him in her, making the pleasure last.

-click-

They kissed outside of his car. A deep kiss that recalled for both the pleasures they had so recently shared. A very long kiss, but one that had to eventually end.

"I'll be here all week," he whispered to her once the kiss had broken.

"I know," she whispered back as she pressed a piece of paper into his hand. "Call me at work tomorrow, let me know how to contact you."

"I will." He kissed her once more and got into the rental car. He watched her walk away in the side-view mirror. He wondered if she might glance back, but she didn't. She walked to her car, got in, and drove off. As she drove by she did look over and smile, so he blew her a kiss.

He took a deep breath, parts of him still tingling from the amazing evening he had just experienced. Time to get to the hotel, he thought, good thing I got a late check in.



Snapshots



Lorenna sat on her bed. The satin felt cool on her skin, and a chill breeze came in from the open window, making her nipples hard, sending goosebumps up her arms. She idly fingered herself, feeling her fingers slide slowly over her wet clit, as the clock approached the appointed hour.

At midnight, the bedside phone rang. She let it ring once. Twice. Three times, making him wonder if she'd pick up at all. Four times. Five times. Right before the answering machine picks up, she presses the "speaker phone" button.

"Hello James," she whispered into the phone, sultry, satin.

Her slave was on the other end of the phone, following her instructions to a tee. He was naked, kneeling on the floor, the cell-phone headset on. He was teetering at the very edge of orgasm, his cock lubed up with hand lotion. His voice was breathy, unsteady, submissive, and with an edge of fear.

"Hello Mistress Lorenna."

Lorenna smiled, taking her time. She knew he wants it. She could hear his desire, his frustration. She sits up in her bed, her bare feet dangling over the edge. She visualized him there, kissing her toes, worshipping her feet and legs. She felt like a Goddess when he worshiped her, dutifully exploring and licking and massaging every inch of her body. She feet like such a queen as he broke apart for her, crumbling, frayed at the edges.

"Slave James, have you done all of the things I asked of you?"

"Yes Mistress," he breathed, his hand still sliding carefully up and down his well-lubricated shaft. Too much stimulation and he'd go off. He'd been close several times tonight, as per her instructions.

Once per hour, she required him to take a digital photograph of himself. In each photograph, he is hard and horny, at the very edge of orgasm. Each time, it's been so hard to snap the humiliating photo, and then put his pants back on. He didn't want to do these things (well, deep down, he did), but it pleased his Mistress.. and James was afraid of the consequences of insubordination.

The first picture, at 8 PM, Slave James set up the camera to take the picture. This one was to be completely naked, his hands behind his back. His cock was perpendicular to his body, tense and bobbing. He almost flinched as the flash went off. If anyone ever saw this...

The second picture, at 9 PM, was worse. Getting himself close without spilling over took willpower - especially after he'd been denied so long... He blushed as he looked at the 9PM picture in the viewfinder. It showed him with the word "slut" written on his chest with a sharpie. In this picture, he was to be stroking his cock while standing in front of his bedroom window, so any passerby could see him. Mistress actually required two pictures at this juncture - one at 9 PM and one at 9:05, to prove that he'd been standing in the window stroking himself for five minutes. James hadn't known if anyone had seen him, but he blushed red nonetheless.

The third picture, at 10 PM, showed him on all fours, drinking water out of a dog bowl. The shot was set up so that you could see his hard cock dangling between his legs. After the picture, James put his clothes back on and tried to watch TV and distract himself. He was dreading the 11 PM shot, and wanted to get his mind off it. No matter what station he watched, there always seemed to be leggy girls laughing and giggling, and his mind twisted it and curled it so that they were looking at these pictures. Jame's brow furrowed. 11 PM was coming...

The fourth picture was the hardest of all. At 11 PM, already crazy with lust, he brought himself quickly to the edge. The lubed dildo was mounted on the home-made stand, and James, on all fours, backed his ass up to it. The camera captured it halfway into his ass, a look of humiliation and frustration on his red face. Looking closely at the photo, Mistress Lorenna would see precum dripping from James' cock head. She would smile, fingering herself errantly.

Now, at midnight, James was near tears with frustration. He had been teasing himself for quite some time now, his cock rigid. To him it seemed like he had been aroused four five straight hours now, and it wasn't going to get any better.

"Are you ready to take the fifth picture, Slave James?" asked Mistress Lorenna, hardly able to conceal her own arousal.

"Yes Mistress..."

"When was your last orgasm, slaveslut?"

"January 31st, ma'am"

"And what is the date today?"

"February 5th, ma'am."

"You've been a good boy, Slave James. I know five days is a long time for you. Longer than the last four day stint, and you said that was the longest you'd ever been. Next time, I'm going to push you a little bit further. But for now, you might get some limited release."

James gulped at the word Limited. Sometimes she'd make him jerk off and then let go, just as he started to spurt. This 'half-orgasm' was maddening in that they released some of the pressure, but without the joy of a full orgasm. She never made his orgasms easy. She liked to turn his desire against him.

"You know what, slave James?"

"What, Mistress?"

"You're going to get to cum tonight..."

James waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Lie on your back, with your feet up on the wall." James crawled over to the wall and positioned himself as instructed.

"Move your cock about six inches above your face."

Still stroking softly, still poised at the edge, James complied. Nooooo, he thought, I know what she's going to do...

"When I tell you it's okay, you are to let your orgasm loose, all over your face," she breathed. James could hear her voice -- his Mistress was close to orgasm too...

Mistress waited, making him keep himself at the edge. If she told him to cum and he couldn't fast enough, there would be worse punishments later.

"Slave, the next span will be longer. More taxing. More difficult for you. And if you cum without permission, do you know what's going to happen?"

"No Mistress," he breathed, his voice cracking.

"I'm going to post all these pictures on my blog. Everyone will know what a dirty slave-slut you are."

"Oh Mistress, please don't..." he gasped. That would be terrible -- all those people, looking at him in his weakest moments. She wouldn't do that, would she? Deep down, he knew she would. She had complete control over him. She could make him do anything she wanted as long as she had those pictures. His orgasms, those rare beautiful things, were soon to be a thing of the past.

Meanwhile Princess Lorenna's breath caught as her fingers kneaded her sweet wet clit. She was riding the waves of pleasure, riding the waves of power. Once he sent her these pictures, James would be putty in her hands. The hottest part for her was these breaking points, making him do things, like this, that he really didn't want to do. The absolute desperation in his voice, the shaking and pleading of surrender, it twisted her and sat smoking in her stomach.

James moaned again, this one sounding like panic. Was she even going to let him spurt? She toyed with the idea of just hanging up the phone, making him wonder what he did wrong, all pent up and desparate in his worst hour.

"After your cum is all over your face, you are to take the picture, and then e-mail all of today's shots to me. Can you do that for your Princess?"

"Yes ma'am," he gasped, knowing how much worse this was going to get.

"Good boy... now we're going to cum together... are you ready?"

"Yes Mistress..."

"Five"

"four"

"three..."

"...two"

"...one..." 



Snapshots



Steven rang my doorbell at 4:00 on the nose. I had just walked in from pulling my car into the garage, and hadn't had time to kick my shoes off. He came in with his camera bag, eager to get started. I had agreed to let him shot photos of my garden for his college class. From what he told me he was taking classes at the community college for a year before going off to a 4-year university.

Just then the phone rang, so I directed him out back and told him I would join him in a minute. The phone call was from my husband. He is in San Diego on a business assignment for another week – which is a long time to only hear his sexy voice over a phone. We talked about how our days went; then he started in on me.

Donté's voice dropped an octave, and he asked me what I had on. A smiled and described the black business suit and lavender silk top I had worn to work. He told me to take it off.

"What?" I laughed.

"C'mon, take it off."

I glanced at the patio door, "I can't."

"Why, is somebody there?"

There was no need to plant a seed of jealousy, "Who would be here?"

"Then take you clothes off."

"All right, if you do too."

"Honey, I had them off the minute you picked up the phone."

"Naughty man." I put the phone down, pulled off my shoes and jacket, and made little sounds like I was getting fully undressed. I did want to totally indulge in the conversation, but I couldn't with Steven so close. I picked the phone back up; he told me to think about him - to close my eyes, and concentrate on him. The way he looks at me, then way he kisses and touches me. I took another glance at the patio door, then complied. I could see his eyes loving me, and it started tuning me on. Donté has a way of making me tingle before he touches me. Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say my body has a way of responding to him.

"Now, imagine your hands are mine, and rub your body."

"Okay," I whispered, taking another look at the door.

"Rub you thighs."

I remembered the way he touches me, and my nipples began to show through my top.

"Now you breasts."

I twirled the phone cord around my finger, wishing hard that Steven would finish up and leave. Donté and I had phone sex on a regular basis when one of us is out of town for an extended amount of time. Ideally, I would be stretched out on our bed, naked, smelling his scent, and following his every command. But with Steven in my backyard, all I could do was give the impression I was playing along.

"Now, touch your pussy."

He had no idea how much I wanted to. He knows how his voice hypnotizes me, and he was sounding so right in my ear.

"Touch my pussy," he said slowly.

I moaned.

"Yeahhhh. Imagine your fingers are my tongue, kissing and loving your lips – working their way to your clit. Is it hard for me, baby?"

Donté had a wonderful tongue. He said he learned to eat pussy from an older woman he dated in college. He wouldn't say who she was, but he joked that he ate his way to an A in Economics. I must say, she taught him well. Donté has full, sexy, Blackman lips, and he knows just how, when, and where to press them. Steven or no Steven, my hand slid inside my slacks and panty waistband. I kept my hair shaved, so with a slight spread of my legs, I was able to answer, "Yes, it's hard for you."

"Play with it, like my tongue does. Make circles around it, then go back and forth across it."

I kept an ear out for the patio door opening, and did as he said. My juices were flowing, and I was floating.

"Rub it faster, like I'm rubbing my dick."

I moaned.

"Faster."

I rubbed faster.

"How do I feel?"

"So good, baby."

"I bet you look so good, spread out on the bed."

"I'm in the living room, baby."

"Word? Naked?"

I drew a breath, "Naked."

"Damn!"

"You want me so bad right now, don't you?"

"Hell yeah!" I whispered hard in the phone.

"I like when you growl like that!"

"If I wasn't naked already, you'd rip off my clothes, throw me down, and push that big, hard dick into my tight, wet, hot puuussssy."

"Time to give it to Daddy, baby, now tell me how you want it."

"Hard!"

"Yeahhhhh."

"Deeeeep!"

"You want me to take it, don't you?"

"Oh yesss!"

"Beg me."

"Take it! Take it!"

"Take what?"

"Take my pussy," I whispered strongly into the phone.

"Whose pussy is it?"

"Yours!"

"From a thousand miles away; who's is it?"

"Anywhere, it's yours!"

Within moments we both groaned in sweet release.

"Thank you, baby," he said after catching his breath.

I licked my fingers while checking the door, "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We talked for a minute longer, then hung up. I sat there allowing my heart to settle down, and my hand to cool off – it got hot down there. Donté was fully aware that just rubbing my clit is not enough to satisfy me. It usually has to be followed up with some good dick, or my favorite vibrator when he's not. I straightened my pants and top, and started to my room to dry off and change, when Steven came in the patio door announcing he was finished out back. I tried to usher him out the front door, but there were some plants inside he wanted pictures of. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink and escorted him around the house. He adjusted lights, tinkered with his flash, and changed lenses until he had things looking just the way he wanted before snapping the picture.

"Why don't you get in some of these?"

"Uh uh" I declined.

"Why not? If I got all these pictures of your plants, I might as well have some of you with them."

"Donté grew these."

"So we'll lie."

"Okay, but I've some things I need to handle, so these will have to be the last shots."

"That's cool," he adjusted the lights.

He had me pose by a couple plants he already had pictures of, then he said he had what he needed.

"Do you develop the film yourself?"

"Yeah, it's part of our grade," he started packing up.

I got an idea for a nice surprise for Donté, "You do all the stuff that makes them look like real pictures?"

"Real black and white photos, yeah."

"Could I trust you to do a favor for me?"

He smiled, "Sure, what is it?"

A voice was telling me to forget about it, but I was still a little 'high' from the conversation with Donté. Besides, what's the worse that could happen? "You have to swear that this will stay between you and me."

"I swear."

"I mean it, Steven. If I hear that anyone else knows about this, I'm going to get Donté after you. You remember what he looks like, right?"

He nodded, "Cock diesel brotha, yeah I know."

"And if I tell him somebody did me wrong, he won't be happy."

Steven swallowed, "What's the favor you want?"

"I want you to take some more photographs, of me."

"Sure."

"Nude."

His eyes bulged, "Nude?"

"Yes, they're for Donté – and if you let anyone else see them, he's gonna get you."

"You, in the nude?"

"If you keep any of them, he's going to come after you."

"Me, photograph you, in the nude?"

I could see him calculating the position this put him in. I've known Steven for years. His older sister and I graduated together when he was a freshman. Him and his little friends would try to get our attention, in the hopes that we would show them a little affection. Now, four summers later, I'm asking him to shoot nude photos of me for my husband. "Can you handle it?"

He tried to discreetly adjust his pants, "I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"Let's get started," a grin came over his face.

What have I just got into?

I took him back to the bedroom, and he started adjusting the lights as I went to the bathroom and took my top and slacks off. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I removed my bra and panties and told myself this would be easy. My nipples drew up at the thought of exposing myself like this. Just to make sure I was still going to go thru with this, I finished off the job Donté started. Putting my foot on the toilet seat, I ran my hands, one after the other, from my asshole to my clit until it was exposed again. Then I pressed my fingertip to it and made myself cum. My body immediately wanted more, so I put on Donte's bathrobe. It smelled like his soap, so I took a deep breath and went out.

"I'm all set," he acted as if he was afraid to look at me.

"How many shots do you have?"

"Uh, 36."

I got comfortable on the bed, keeping the robe on, and sat in different positions. After 5 or 6 shots, I untied the belt. Steven shot pictures as the robe fell off my shoulders. I looked down at my exposed breasts, and my nipples were sticking straight out. Steven stopped snapping, and looked overtop of the camera. His eyes were locked on my chest.

"You like?" I teased. He didn't answer, but the bulge in his shorts was affirmation enough. "Keep snapping," I grinned as a wave of naughtiness took over.

After 3 or 4 more shots, I opened the robe completely. Steven almost dropped the camera. I laughed and told him to be careful. I kinda liked this – being exposed, and seeing the affect on him. His unsteady hands continued to snap pictures as I stretched out, stood up, bent over and squatted. It was turning me on to be naked in front of Steven as he snapped pictures – 1) because I knew how much he still liked me, and 2) it just felt so taboo. I couldn't wait for Donté to see these, to see me in the poses he likes to see women on the internet in.

Steven snapped the last picture, "Done, unless you want me to get another roll."

"No thanks, that's enough. When can I have them?"

"I have a lab coming up Friday, so this weekend."

"And remember, nobody sees these."

"No problem," he stood there as I got up and put the robe back on. "I won't even let the professor see."

"You'll probably get in trouble if he does."

I expected him to leave, so I could get down to business, but he lingered. "You can go now."

"I just thought that . . ."

It took me a second to recognize the look in his eyes, "Oh, no you didn't!"

"I'm sorry," he corrected himself, then left the room quickly.

I went out to hallway where he was packing his camera, "I'm sorry for snapping at you like that."

"It's okay," he said with his head down like he used to do when he expected a kiss on the cheek after getting me something in the lunchroom. "I'm sorry."

A part of me felt bad for him. He couldn't help being a fool for me back in high school; and, even though he was 18 now, I guess he would never outgrow it.

"I'll see you later," he turned for the door.

"Wait," I said. He turned to face me. I walked up to him, my robe hanging open, "This is between you and me too." I slowly knelt down in front of him, letting my breasts slide down his body, and unfastened his belt. As I unbuttoned his jean shorts, I noticed a wet spot by the pocket. "You were that excited, huh?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm flattered." I pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, and his dick bounced out. I didn't expect him to be as big as Donté, but he had a nice one. I licked his precum, and brought his dick into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his dick and moved my head back and forth slowly a few times. The feel of his dick in my mouth reminded me of the two boys I had gone-down on in high school. Steven was young, and smooth, just like them. He was also very hard – very hard. Donté, while larger than Steven, didn't always get fully hard. Though it would get hard enough to make me sound like I was retarded, it would give in to my squeeze. I could have bounced a quarter off Steven's dick.

I could feel him tensing up, so I increased my rhythm. This was another difference between Donté and Steven; stamina, or should I say staying power. I'm sure Steven had the energy to make love for a long time, but he hadn't developed the control. I had only just begun sucking his dick, when I heard him fighting to hold back. Moments later, he lost the fight, and shot cum into my mouth – a lot of it. When he finished, I stood up, and closed my robe. He stood there for a second, then pulled his shorts up. I opened the door, "See you later."

"Yeah, bye," he stumbled out the door. "Thank you!"

I laughed, closed the door, then went to the bedroom to quench the fire that was really raging in me now.



Snapshots: Frame 01 - Body Lotion



Snapshots. Frame 01 - Body Lotion

Each day following my shower, and before I dress, I apply body lotion to my skin. 

I was working on my feet and legs while you lay in bed, suitably tussled and softened from our early morning loving, watching me with your incredible eyes. I could feel the desire rising again, I could feel it in both of us. Without lifting my head, I continued with my task and spoke quietly to you, "Stop watching me that way, its most distracting." 

I heard you chuckle, and then a movement as you threw the covers back. "Give me the bottle, love, let me do it." 

Somewhere in my head I knew that was a bad move, but I could not argue with that voice.  I looked up to see you standing beside the bed, your hand held out to me. What could I do but accede. 

You drew me to the bed, and told me to sit, which I did. You took the bottle of lotion from me, and kneeling in front of me, proceeded to massage the lotion into my skin, starting at my feet, working up my calves, past my knees, and on to my thighs. Your touch was at the same time soothing and electrifying. The feeling of expectancy in my throat and stomach was almost overpowering. Gently you put your hands on the inside of both knees and opened them; lifting one leg at a time, you placed them on your shoulders, making me lean back slightly, taking my weight on my hands, my arms braced on the bed behind me.

I closed my eyes with a soft sigh, as I felt your hands massaging my thighs, one at a time, then heard your voice, "Lie back love, relax." Your hands had moved past my thighs and were now making gentle stroking movements over my abdomen, and I seemed almost incapable of doing anything, so I simply moved my arms to the side and lay back on the bed, knowing what you were going to do, and welcoming it, wanting it, as always.

Your fingers moved downwards and with the softest of touches, stroked the tips over my, by now, very wet lips, making me shudder and moan in delight.  Then with one stroke from the bottom of my slit to the top, you drew the breath from me, and sent fireworks exploding in my head. I felt your hands move round to my hips, pulling me closer to you, and then your soft mouth kissing my lips, your tongue gently seeking, working its way deeper and deeper into me, and your soft moaning of delight at the taste and feel of me, sending overwhelming vibrations deep into me. 

I could hear sounds; sounds that I knew were coming from me. My body was trembling, hands gripping the sheet. I was in heaven. 

I became aware of several sensations at once; your tongue and lips on me; one of your long soft fingers sliding deep in side of me, then joined by another, filling and caressing me; the feel of those fingers sliding in and out of me, moving deeper and deeper each time; the feel of the curving of your fingers grazing against that soft, special spot high up inside me, resulting in shudders and moans that rippled through my body.

As my delight in you began to rise, taking my hips with it, your lips took possession of my straining nodule, sucked it into you, flicking with your tongue. The movement of your fingers inside me matched the stroke of your tongue on my clit. The exquisite tension that resulted was short lived. A few strokes and I was finished.

My hips lifted, back arched, and the waves of pleasure exploded from the touch of your mouth and your fingers; outwards, encompassing my whole body, forcing just one sound from me, as I called out your name; my body held in a rigid arc of ecstasy, my mouth in a matching gaping rictus, while inside my tissues writhed and pulsed to your dictate. Finally, exhausted, trembling and tearful my body released its tension, collapsing back to the bed. 

My chest heaved, desperate to gain the breath you had exploded out of me; I slowly became aware of your lips gently caressing me, your tongue gathering what you loved most, the touch of your tongue over my swollen satiny tissues causing aftershocks and soft shudders of pleasure. When your caresses stopped, I whispered to you, touching a hand to your shoulder, "My love.........", and knowing what I wanted, you raised yourself to stand between my still trembling legs, leaned over me, your face above mine smiling lovingly at me, your lips swollen and moistened from your activities, shining with my essence. 

Reaching for you, my arms encircling, I pulled you down to me, our lips joining softly, so softly, tongues seeking and touching, taking taste from each other. 

I lifted my legs, circling them around you, linking them at the ankles behind you, the movement stimulating my still sensitive lips, making me shudder again, and spreading my wetness over your own skin. Your arms slid beneath me, holding me tightly to you, your mouth once again capturing mine, kissing me, deeply, softly, with so much love.

I wanted never to be anywhere else, except with you.



Snapshots: Frame 02 - Moonlight



Snapshots - Frame 02 - Moonlight

Last night, after a long, relaxing bath, I donned my robe and went to stand on the terrace in the moonlight quietly smoking a cigarette. It was late, just before midnight ; one or two lights were still visible in the windows of the houses around us but most were in darkness.

Suddenly you were there. Your hands crept around me, and I felt your body pressed up against my back. You took the cigarette from me, and after one puff yourself, threw it away. Your other hand was squeezing and fondling one of my breasts through the robe, sending wonderful sensations through my body, to my brain and lower, much lower. I leaned back against you, my head on your shoulder. Your other hand took hold of my chin and gently turned my face towards you so that you could kiss me. Such a kiss. Your lips fused themselves to mine, your tongue sliding gently into my mouth, searching and probing dancing with my own. One hand dropped to my other breast, and your tongue and hands choreographed the trembling in my legs, and the tightening in my stomach.

Without warning, and without breaking the kiss, your hands moved from my breasts, making me moan at that loss; but then, to my surprise, I felt them releasing the belt on my robe. As it fell open the cool evening air raised gooseflesh on me and added extra hardness to my already rigid nipples. I pulled my mouth from yours. "Darling, no. People can see!" My hands, which had been covering yours, grabbed at the edges of the robe, only to be stopped by yours. 

"It's fine, no-one is looking.......and .......they'd only be ........jealous .......of me ........if they were," you muttered against my lips, planting small, brief kisses, between the words.  I smiled at this unlikely concept, but my body was making a liar of my protestations; the pounding in my heart, the trembling in my stomach and legs all told me how much this exposure was arousing me. Thoughts flew around my head, "What the hell; if they're looking, they've already seen you kissing and being fondled. Go with it." Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, I relaxed my arms, releasing the robe.

"Good girl," you smiled at me. As your mouth took possession of mine again, I felt your hands ease the robe apart, revealing my generous body to the watching moon and a few barely interested stars. An involuntary moan escaped from my mouth into yours as your hands gently caressed my breasts, squeezing the nipples, making me move towards your fingers. Slowly, you circled the soft roundness, using only your fingertips on the sides and underneath, knowing this would make me shudder and shiver with longing. 

My senses became aware of several things all at once; the soft sounds of evening around us, the musical sound of the waterfall further down the garden, a cat mewing in the distance, and another sound, which I suddenly realised was me, moaning into your mouth. 

I felt one of your hands move slowly down my body, caressing my side, again producing shivers of anticipation and a surge of pure lust that made me open my mouth wider, to take your tongue as deep into me as it could go. Your hand moved, lower and lower, using a tickling circling movement over my stomach and around my navel, as you wiggled your fingertip in the tiny crater, making me squirm. 

I knew where your hand was headed, and the anticipation was making my legs tremble even more. As your fingers moved softly into my curls, I briefly pulled my mouth from yours, gasping my rapidly growing need, "Oh god, yes."

I felt, rather than saw the smile on your face, as you whispered against my lips.  "Patience darling, patience, don't rush me," and your hands continued to alternately squeeze and caress my breasts, and move slowly and deliberately over my mound, dipping occasionally to run lightly over my outer lips.

I was breathing heavily now, and although I knew what you were saying, I also knew there was no way I was going to last very long. I wanted you in me! Now! 

Perhaps you sensed my urgency, perhaps not, but as I thought the words, your finger moved lower, sliding between the outer lips, and made its easy way inside me. You lifted your mouth from mine briefly to whisper, "Oh yes, so wet. For me." At these words, you withdrew the finger and then added another to it, plunging deeply into me, almost lifting me off my feet. 

"Yesssssss", was all I could manage, as I began to push down against your hand, wanting you deeper and deeper inside me. 

Your other arm moved, removing your hand from my breast, and circled my waist. Your mouth left mine, allowing me to breathe in short desperate gasps, which only increased as I felt your soft mouth move to take possession of a nipple, sucking it deeply into your mouth caressing it with your tongue.

By now my legs were trembling uncontrollably, one of my arms wrapped around you, over your shoulder, desperately holding me up. My gasps were interspersed with low pleading moans, as I begged you to "Fuck me, please, just fuck me." 

Two fingers became three, and your thumb moved to press against my clit. It only took a few moments of this continuous onslaught, before I felt the welcome tightening in my stomach and pussy. As you felt me lift on my toes, you pushed once more with your fingers, touching me deeply; your thumb rubbed my clit as you rapidly flicked your tongue over my nipple. 

I was there. I could feel the wetness, the sudden ease with which your fingers slid deep into me; then the tight gripping and clenching of my walls against your fingers, holding them in me; I could feel the explosion of heat and tremors that started deep inside me, and moved out in widening circles, encompassing my whole body, squeezing my stomach, my heart and my lungs. As your actions drew ecstatic moans out of me my hands held on to you to steady myself. 

Standing near naked, being fucked, in my garden, was OK. Yelling out in orgasmic explosions and moans apparently was not, and as my sounds of ecstasy grew, you moved your mouth back to mine, covering my lips, muffling my sounds, taking them into yourself. 

Gradually, my moans changed to whimpers, and your muffling turned to a deep, soft loving kiss, your tongue gently caressing inside of my mouth, over my teeth and gums, teasing my own tongue. As you slowly withdrew your tongue, you lightly licked my lips, moving your lips to kiss my cheeks and eyes. Your fingers were still buried deep inside me, with my full consent and desire. I wanted them nowhere else; added to which, they were holding me up, while the trembles and tremors still rippled through my shaking legs.

Eventually, when I could form coherent sounds, I spoke low, breathily, "Wow, that was incredible." I had been totally unprepared for the extra stimulation of the situation, the public nakedness. It had completely blown my mind. But now that the moment had passed, the vulnerability of my situation came rushing back to me. "Darling, please," I murmured, as my hands once again grappled for the edges of my gown. This time you simply smiled, chuckling softly. Slowly you withdrew your fingers from me, allowing me to gather my gown and myself, while happily licking your fingers.



Snapshots from The Life of a Submissive



robert was adjusting to his new station on life sitting at the feet of Chloe his former girlfriend and current Mistress and Owner, being exhibited naked, collared, and leashed at the numerous munches she took him to, relishing each and every humiliation her creativity could dish out. Under her cruel and yet compassionate tutelage, he came to crave every measure and dollop of contempt and derision her friends and professional colleagues could heap upon him at these social gatherings that characterized Houston in the 2020's. 

Chloe and her circle of friends gradually wore him down, deconstructed his ego, convinced him that he deserved nothing better than to crawl and grovel at the feet of the nouveau riche glitterati in attendance who were now just beginning to profit from the newly emerging slave trade. 

His friends, of course, had tried to warn him about her. They told him she was a temptress and worse. There were rumors that she was active as a slaver, that she was like Circe of ancient Greek mythological lore, well practiced in the art of turning foolish men into foolish animals. But he longed to wear a woman's collar, and so he was attracted to her like a heavy falling object is attracted to gravity. 

In part robert was a product or, more to the point, a victim of the times in which he lived.

As the New Order was swept in by the final and complete collapse of traditional capitalism around 2018, the New Order swept in a New Normal which, in turn, swept in an intractable underclass consigned to the ranks of the permanently unemployed. 

robert could no longer hide behind the façade of living a confident independent life. Unable to conceal his submissive tendencies, it was inevitable that he would find a beautiful strong woman to betray him. 

After all there were simply not enough jobs out there to provide for the able bodied population and in this Brave New World with its zero sum sensibilities a committed cadre of thrill seeking opportunistic individuals like Chloe had been deputized by the state to hunt down submissives like himself, hiding among the free citizenry. 

It was in the best interests of the Common Good to round up those who were weak-willed and slave-natured, get them off or keep them off the precipitously shrinking employment rolls, register them into sexual slavery for the pleasure and amusement of those for who could still work and afford to buy a living and breathing source of entertainment at auction. 

Tortured and riddled by his undeniable submissive kinks, he came around to accept Chloe's insistence that did not deserve to take a promising career away from someone else who was better equipped to think for themselves and make their own choices in life. 

***********************

robert could still dimly remember that point in their relationship when things took a turn. They were beginning to date. He was still posing as her equal and she was still posing a demure and undemanding social companion.

Chloe would take him to the straight and gay clubs she liked to frequent on lower Westheimer. robert observed that she was very popular, and he could not help but notice numerous guys of all persuasions making advances toward her. He sensed that she not only enjoyed the plethora of male attention but subliminally sent out the signals to attract it. 

One evening after one such excursion to the clubs, they were cuddling on the couch. The wine she kept filling his glass with made him lightheaded and somewhat disoriented. She lit up a joint and in the soft glow stoked by her smoke, she radiated a beauty that was at once all consuming and yet unattainable. He longed to tell her of his depraved needs but he wasn't sure he could live with the consequences of disclosure.

After taking a drag or two, her tongue at first tentatively then forcefully found his tongue and coaxed it into submission. She grinned from ear to ear each time she shot-gunned the marijuana smoke into his lungs. Each time she kissed him his heart raced with a mix of high desire and foreboding anxiety.

As he gradually began to relax, he felt his unspoken submissive fantasies beginning to swell the instrument nestled inside his slacks. She admired and stroked the softened features of his face. He began to give himself permission to be drawn into the net of her sexual energy knowing full well he was recklessly wading into dangerous and uncharted waters.

"You know when we're alone together like this, you're free to tell me anything you like," she remarked.

"I won't judge you too harshly," she chuckled with just the slightest trace of sarcasm.

"You know you're safe here with me," she whispered in his ear.

The silence between them was deafening. She was waiting for his confession.

At long last, he blurted it out, "Chloe, I'm a submissive."

It felt good to let it out. The weight of carrying this dark and dreadful secret all these years suddenly fell off his shoulders.

"It's going to be alright, robert.

"I think I've always known that about you," she said, doing her best to console him at this pivotal moment, gently rubbing his neck and shoulders.

"Now it's my turn to reveal a secret. 

"Do you know why I became a slaver?"she queried him.

She always kept him off balance when they were together. Maybe that was what had always attracted him to her.

"When I was a child, my teachers taught me about how my people were forcibly put in chains to work out on the plantations in the Antebellum South.

"Instead of being horrified I seemed to have developed a fascination and arousal for the historical accounts.

"Well, you know, being a woman of mixed race, I had always been drawn to the idea of turning the tables on history so to speak. 

"Whatever do you mean by that, Chloe?"

"I came to think about how cool it would be to be a proud black female slave holder owning white male slaves. 

"What a rush of power it would be to enslave and own other people!

"That is why I so very much love these times, being deputized by the State, having the legal right and moral duty to enslave, own, sell others." 

robert found himself irresistibly drawn to and powerless to resist that twisted part of himself that was excited by her outrageous revelations.

The thought of finally finding someone to whom he could surrender his deepest secrets after a life-long journey of pretense and denial filled him with an equal measure of unleashed desire and dread. "Can I ask you a question, robert? Is it my imagination or do you get turned on when we go out and you see other men hit on me?"

Would she ever allow him to maintain his balance? It scared him to think she could see right through him.

"Come on, be honest with me", she needled him.

"Yes, I think so", he replied after a long pause.

"robert, could you allow yourself to watch other men make love to me?"

The drugged wine was already making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than his suddenly insistent libido which was beginning to cloud his judgment and instincts for survival.

"robert, I just asked you a question and I expect an answer.

"Do you fantasize about other men making love to me." 

Robert's face turned crimson with embarrassment. He was busted.

"Admit it, you get pretty hot and bothered when you see me interacting with other men," she chided as she began to softly run her fingers over the crotch of his slacks, his cock hardening within its prison of cotton and polyester.

His head was beginning to spin as he summoned his courage to nod softly.

"I'm flattered you think of me that way," she smiled.

"You realize, of course, I will always be the powerful woman you can never have," she said, as she languidly undid the buttons on his shirt, pleasantly surprised to discover the soft body hair as she ran her hand down his chest.

"Give in to your slave nature, robert. Don't fight it. It's nothing for you to be ashamed of.

"Allow me to strip you bare of not only the clothes that cover your body but also the shackles of self-deception and self-loathing that you have been dragging around like a ball and chain behind your heretofore dreary and inauthentic life. 

"I can promise you that the spiritual work we do together will not only enable you to accept and nuture the normalcy of your dirty little secret but, moreover, it will give you the strength to kneel before me and beg to be taken once and for all."

With that she undid his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled a raging hard-on out of his pants with the enthusiasm of a child unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.

"My, you are so beautiful," she said admiring his seven inch circumcised penis for the first time.

"You know of course, there is no turning back from this path, once taken," she said, as she reached in to caress his balls.

In short course, she had removed all of his clothes and had him lying naked and exposed next to her as they lie together on the sumptuous bear rug adorning the floor of her living room. She assessed his generous endowments, calculating the windfall he would eventually fetch for her at auction. 

She assured him that everything would be alright as she got up and returned with one more lightly laced glass of wine, bringing it to his lips, urging him to drink. In her other hand was a red leather dog collar with a link chain leash dragging along the floor. Mischievously, she licked some of the wine she spilled off his chest and nipples.

"robert, you're going to have to get used to wearing my collar if you're going to be a part of my world.

"From now on, you will be permitted no sexual pleasure whatsoever without my collar or someone else's collar around your neck."

She placed the dark red collar around his neck, and they both laughed as the lock clicked securely, although his laughter was more nervous than hers.

"How does it feel wear my collar?"

"It's comforting to know that you own me, Chloe," he stuttered.

"You had better get used to this, robert, because there will be no turning back."

She admired his naked body like a collector covets a prospective addition to their collection. She caressed his thighs and his throbbing cock and told him how beautiful his body was while her free hand found the small tube of lube lying on the floor nearby.

He felt overwhelmed lying next to her naked and exposed while she remained fully dressed in her expensive designer clothes.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" he asked her.

"No, my pet. It is I who shall dictate how things are going to be."

They lay together almost as lovers, unequal and uncertain, one totally in control and the other giving himself over to the tyranny of a temptress' capricious whims. He loved how her hands explored his body for the first time, how one hand softly played with his balls while the other firmly gripped his erection, running from the bottom to the very top. She could feel his precum on her fingers. He knew full well that it was her intent to drain him of his humanity, reduce him to an animal, and he was ok with that.

At long last she began to speak. "I have spent my life studying the weaknesses of men. In fact, you can say I'm a real expert in the subject.

"I have enslaved close to 45 men over the last three years.

"They are now very happy with the new lives I've created for them. So much so that they can no longer imagine or even remember living life any other way."

Chloe smiled broadly as she got him to spread his thighs, giving her unfettered access to his genitals. She loved the feel if a male's pubic hair between her fingers. She had long ago realized that a man's real brain was to be found between his legs, and that sexual sensations skillfully administered by an understanding dominatrix with sufficient frequency could override and even permanently stunt the higher mental functions of the grayish matter inside the skull. The sexual experience was all about the transfer of power from the male's slave nature to his dominant trainer.

"robert, you will soon learn that the sensations you are about to experience by my trained and experienced hands will give rise to the most intense range of emotions in your life.

"These feelings and the spiritual work we shall do together will help you to overcome any inhibitions you may still have and get you fully aligned with your true nature.

"But rest assured, you will never be truly free until you rest easy in the emotional harness I fashion for you."

Chloe was amused at his inability to stifle his moans of pleasure.

"Oh, my poor baby, you were born to be my slave, weren't you?" she sweetly cooed, giggling at the straining erection in her hand.

"I can't wait to show you off to my closest friends," she sighed as her fingers softly fluttered up and down his shaft. 

"You know and I know that you lack the manliness to possess a woman . Your whole life you've always sought out a woman to possess you. 

" Admit it. Isn't that true, robert?"

"Yes, Mistress."

His response resonant in its brevity seemed so natural and perfectly scripted for him.

"I have concluded, robert, that there are only two types of men in this Post Meltdown world, that handful of exceptional specimens worthy enough to fuck me, satisfy me and those like yourself whose undeniable weakness for submission renders them useless for anything other than to serve and obey. 

"You know what would turn me on, pet?

"I would like you to accompany me on my dates just the way you are now and show you off as one of my recent conquests. 

"I can't help but think that the eroticism of having such an athletic and muscular man as you, naked, collared, and leashed tagging along behind us would spice up the sexual encounter between me and whoever I was dating. 

"I think many of the guys I meet would be fearful of and at the same time excited by the danger of falling into your predicament, and that would only strengthen their ardor to satisfy me."

She felt intoxicated with power as she felt his aching penis in her hands straining like a flute strains to reach its musical epiphany under the skilled direction of an orchestra's conductor.

"I know why you get so hard when we talk about other men fucking me. 

"Not only are you a submissive but you are a repressed bisexual as well who has a deep seated need for me to force you to pleasure other men.

"Don't you see how this whole thing works?" she asked.

"At first you'll enjoy it because my coercion relieves you of any responsibility or blame for your actions.

"And then you'll come to enjoy it on your own without any coercion from me because this is what you always secretly wanted for yourself."

Always the consummate professional, Chloe quickly computed that there would be no shortage of affluent gays and committed male couples willing to pay a high premium to acquire the servitude of a naturally gay or gay friendly slave.

"You will share my bed but only so that I may watch you pleasure the males I bring home.

"Before you can ever hope to eat my pussy or those of my girlfriends, you must first become adept at sucking cock.

"My friends and I will teach you how to suck cock so well that you lose yourself in the act of bringing sublime pleasure to another man. 

"And when I tire of a lover whom your lips have pleasured, you and I will ply him with alcohol just as I have done with you tonight. 

"We will get him comfortable with the idea of sucking your dick just as you have sucked his.

"My sworn testimony that I witnessed you ejaculating into his mouth will serve as competent evidence of his slave nature and as a prelude to his own enslavement proceedings.

"My friends and I have always immensely enjoyed the spectacle of two male slaves going at it. If I'm feeling particularly generous, I will keep him for a few weeks so that you can both perform for us before we send him out to be processed."

The stereo was playing soft new age music in the background and the scented candles were filling up the room with the bouquet of burnt strawberries. 

"Talk dirty to me, baby," she cooed.

"I like giving all my power over to you," he at long last confessed, savoring this very special moment.

"I want to be your slave.

"I want you to have your way with me always, all ways, he said as her hand was gently twisting the tip of the dampened head of his cock.

"Oh, Mistress, I want to suck your boyfriend's cock. I want to see his balls go up and down as I take all of him in my mouth while you watch us go at it. 

"I want to feel him sucking me as I suck him. I want to get lost in the fever of our mutual pleasuring as you slap my butt crack and the back of my balls with my leash, taunting me like the lowdown dog I really am.

"I want to feel his teeth and tongue on my cock.

"I want to feel the pressure building in me just before I come in his mouth and enslave him for you with the outpouring of my seed.

"I want to experience the anticipation of receiving his cum in my mouth just so I can please you, mistress."

"Then it shall be done, slave. You will live here with me, pet, as my servant, keeping my home tidy and clean for as long as you amuse me. 

"I will bring real men home so that you can watch them make love to me, so that you can accept the fact that the only part of my body your penis is worthy of coming in contact with is my hands.

"Your path with me won't be easy. I will demean you, humiliate you, strip off the tenuous veneer of the humanity you've been clinging to, stoke your self loathing to fuel your slave nature, train you to become the animal you always knew you were.

Your dream of living out the remainder of your life as a slave is now becoming a reality, one you can no longer walk away from." 

He gasped as she ran her fingers up and down his engorged and lubricated shaft. His every nerve ending was sensitive to her intoxicating touch as she lovingly led him to his slavery.

"From now on you shall be nothing more than a lapdog among men.

"Your place shall be to serve and please. You shall wear nothing but my collar and a pair of shoes to protect your feet as we go out together into the world outside. Your nudity will signal to the people you meet, slaves and owners alike, that you lack the strength to control your urges. 

"Your collar will tell the world that you are nothing more than mere chattel, my chattel; your leash will give you the guidance, direction, and loving discipline you've always needed."

Chloe was happy to see him arch his back and tense up. She knew he would not last much longer and that the strength of this pharmaceutically enhanced orgasm and the ones to follow would leave him increasingly, dull witted, obedient and docile just like all the others who were foolish enough to entrust her with their darkest secrets.

As he was feverishly summoning his weakness to offer up to her, she was preparing to claim her power over him through his release as she had done with so many before him. This was the natural order of things today, a call for what reasonable people now regarded as necessary for the "Common Good". 

Men like this no longer deserved equality in polite civilized society. They deserved to be broken, punished, singled out to wear the shameful chains of degradation for the benefit of the newly privileged in this failed world, a failed world in which the fortunate few could profit by the enforced slavery of the many. 

Chloe briefly felt a stirring of sympathy for this hapless male whose self-respect would be forever lost in the throes of her masturbating him, but then she thought the better of it as any kind of emotional involvement would surely be bad for business. 

She softly kissed his belly as his insistent moans signaled the beginning of a mind shattering orgasm in her hands.

"It's ok, baby, let it go. Show me how much you can spurt for me."