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Wrapped

By: Casey



Standing there anxiously admiring her form, the possibilities where exciting. She was fully naked standing in front of me, hands bound lightly behind her. "Please, something different this time" really did have a lot of possibilities. "Oh, come on honey, do something new." she had suggested somewhat impatiently, I smiled as an idea came. Visions of a fashion show I'd seen earlier in the day came to mind. Thin fashion models strolling down the runway wearing outfits made of clear vinyl-plastic material. My idea...same concept only a little tighter fit. "I have a wonderful idea" I said as I reached for the silk scarf to cover her eyes. "Oh please tell me what wonderful ideas you have" was her reply. "No" I had said, "I want to surprise you. Wait here while I get what I need."

I went to the kitchen looking for what I needed. Searching the drawers I hoped I could find what had come to mind. "Yes" I had thought, finding two new boxes of kitchen plastic wrap "This will work perfect." Happy with my successful find, I poured a glass of wine, rolled a small joint, and went back to the room where my anxious lover stood waiting.

"Lover, I think you'll like my idea" I said as I held the cool glass of wine to her lips "Enjoy it's aroma and drink." "If you want more just ask and ill be happy to bring it to you. I've also rolled you a joint to smoke once I've completed my handi work. Pun intended." "I don't get it ...your pun" she had said . "Its okay you will soon enough." I set the glass of wine down on the night stand and placed my lover on the edge of the bed the wine and joint within reach. If she ever started feeling a little nervous she knew she could call a "time out" for a small sip of wine and a few puffs of the herb to keep her in a mentally comfortable place.

Once on the bed I knelt down in front of her and began rubbing her bare feet. "Do you like having your feet rubbed" I asked. "Oh yes" she replied. "How about if I bind your ankles together, do you still like them rubbed then?" "Oh yes, even more." she responded. I reached for the packages I had found in the kitchen. I opened the box and became aware of the aroma of vinyl-plastic. "What is that" she inquired. "You'll know soon enough lover. Be patient." 

The two small box contained 150 feel of clear, smooth, conforming, self sticking plastic wrap. If it worked it would be entirely new for both of us. I brought her two perfectly shaped feet into my lap.. Pulling about eighteen inches from the roll stretched it around her ankles and pulled it tight. "Well lover what do you think?" "I think it feels interesting, but I'll break free if I move too much." "Oh no I don't think you will when I finish. Is it uncomfortable?" I asked. 

"Different...Good" she'd said slightly smiling. It was the sign I needed to continue. I wrapped the vinyl-plastic around her ankles again and again. Each wrap moving up her legs until I'd reached her knees. Each wrap making sure to pull it as tight as possible. Stopping at her knees I asked if it was acceptably exciting. "Oh yes, it's quite restricting. My legs are so firmly bound I can't possibly move them apart." "Beautiful" I said thinking my plan would work. 

I offered her a drink of the wine and noticed the pleasant subtle grin on her face. I looked at my handi work with the handi-wrap. Her legs look like a mannequins wrapped for shipping. I had her stand up and continued tightly wrapping, slowly working upward. Around her thighs to her hips, then over her ass and pussy to her waistline where her hands rested together slightly below the small of her back. She now looked like a mermaid with a long vinyl-plastic tail. 

I stopped there and removed my clothes. My erection was full and I anticipated rubbing myself against the firmness of her wrapped body. Moving against her, I embracing her with one arm and ran my other hand across her tightly wrapped ass. Pressing my cock against the tight plastic around her warm body made my heart race. I reached behind her and untied her hands. She put her arms around me and purred in my ear "your idea is wonderful honey." I stepped back from her and reached for the glass of wine and placed it in her hand. 

She took the glass with both hands, holding the glass to her nose, savoring its aroma before sipping. I lit the joint and took a deep drag, holding it for a few seconds before sharing it with her. Holding the joint to her lips, I playfully kissed and licked about her neck and face. I took the glass of wine from her and set it aside. Placing her hand on my cock, she instinctively began fondling. "Are you ready to continue" I breather into her ear. "Oh, please do lover, this is wonderful," she purred back.

I placed her arms at her sides, palms flat against her hips and began wrapping just below her fingertips. I had used a whole roll on her lower torso. Starting with a new roll I had plenty to assure tight secure wrap. From just below her fingertips, I wrapped my way upward towards her shoulders, making sure the plastic-wrap was tight and at least three layers thick. She was now completely immobile, covered from her shoulders to her ankles, bound with layer upon layer of the plastic film. She couldn't move, except maybe fall over, and then she would be immobile where ever she fell. Underneath her skin was beginning to sweat. In the few pockets of air between her skin and plastic beads of moisture where barely visible. I could just make out the darker areas of her nipples and pubic area through the layers of plastic. She stood there content, slightly smiling, anticipating what I might do next.

I asked her if she would like to see how she looked. She said she would. So, I picked her up like a sack of potatoes and moved her to the full length mirror in the bathroom. Once there I removed her blindfold. She smiled a big smile and said, "Oh it is wonderful. It looks so nasty. I love it. What are you going to do now?" I moved behind her, pressing my nakedness against her bound form, and said "Take advantage of your helplessness." I then picked her up and carried her to our bedroom and lay her down face up on the bed. Once situated on there I asked her if she would prefer to watch of be blindfolded and surprised. She preferred the surprises so I placed the blindfold over her eyes again and left the room for a while. Leaving her there to relax and enjoy her desired bondage anticipating what would be next.

I went to the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of baby oil and a straight razor and placed them on the night stand next to the bed. Then I rolled a joint and poured a fresh glass of wine. I smoked and sipped the wine while quietly watching her from across the room. She just lay there silently content, slightly smiling. After about ten minutes she spoke out "Lover are you there?" My clue she was ready for more. "I'm here" I said getting up and approaching the bed.

I climbed on the bed straddled her chest, grabbed a hand full of hair and shoved my cock into her mouth. She anxiously accepted me allowing me to fuck her face with no resistance. She licked and sucked eagerly rapidly bringing me to climax. She drank my cum only allowing a small amount to escape out the sides of her mouth. As my orgasm subsided I slid of her and kissed her licking the remains of my cum off her face. She lay contentedly as I sat in the chair again and regained my balanced breathing.

A couple of minutes later I climbed on the bed and straddled her over her hips. Then poured a small amount of the baby oil into my hands and coated my cock with it. Then poured some more of the oil over her prone form. I then laid forward and rubbed my body over her. Sliding over her tightly wrapped body was very exciting as she was totally immobile. All the while she just lay there enjoying me using her for my own pleasure. I rubbed over her form to the point of near climax and stopped. I then slid off to her side and reached for the straight razor. 

I opened it and held it to her face letting her feel what it was. She began to breath a little heavier as I lightly traced the curves of her face with the back side of the blade. I slowly moved the blade down her body to the place just between her legs. There I turned the blade over and carefully, avoiding possibly lancing her skin, cut a "y" shaped opening in the plastic allowing me access to her private parts. Then loudly I put the blade back on the table next to the bed. She breathed an audible sigh of relief. Through the "y" opening in the plastic I poured a large amount of the baby oil and the slight smile returned to her face. I then lay down next to her, my head on her shoulder and slipped my fingers through the opening in the plastic between her legs. 

At the first touch her breathing wretched in anticipation and I began to stroke the soft fur covering her tender spots. The baby oil provided enough lubrication to give me free access to her love button and area between her legs. As I rubbed and stroked, her body stiffened, her back arched forward, her breathing became irregular and she eventually came in shudders. As her orgasm subsided I stopped the rubbing but continued pressure at the point of pleasure until she had relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. I lay there holding her tight until she finally spoke. "Oh lover, that was so intoxicating, my head is swimming and my heart pounding" With that I moved up and gently kissed her on the cheek and told her I loved her. She just smiled and lay there enjoying the cool bedroom air on the sweat beads that had formed on her face, neck and exposed skin of her shoulders. 

I moved off the bed and went to pour another glass of wine and roll another joint. When I returned she had drifted off to sleep. I gently nudged her and asked her if she would like a drink and smoke but she said she felt so warm and secure all wrapped up she just wanted to sleep for a while. I put the joint and wine down and went to shower. About fifteen minutes later I was finished and returned to check on her. She was still sleeping so I sat down on the chair across the room and watched. About thirty minutes later she woke and again said "Are you there lover?" "I'll always be here for you" I responded as I rose and went to her side. She said she was thirsty so I propped her up and held the wine glass to her lips to drink. I asked her if she was ready to be released but she said "not yet." So, I lit the joint and shared it and the wine with her until they where finished. By then my cock was hard again and she was just sitting there enjoying her captivity.

After another five minutes or so of just sitting here without a sound, I moved down to the end of the bed and pulled her down flat by her ankles and over onto her stomach. I picked up the straight razor again and straddled her ass. Leaning forward I again brushed the back side of the blade against her cheek. She flinched and said "that's too scary." I apologized but drew the back side of the blade down her cheek, over her back and stopped at the top of the crack of her ass. There I turned the blade over and carefully cut a straight line through the plastic, avoiding lancing her skin, down the crack of her ass , between her legs to midway down her thighs. 

As the plastic opened she purred "the air is so cool." I put the razor down and lay beside her and slipped my hand between her legs. Her shin was hot to the touch. The baby oil had worked its way there and everything was slippery to the touch. As I worked my hand there she arched her back thrusting her ass upward giving me better access. She was purring with pleasure at the act of being taken. I moved straddling her from behind and pushed my cock into her. She moaned with pleasure as I drove in and out in hard thrusts. It didn't take long before I drove fully into her and filled her with my load of hot cum. As my climax subsided I collapsed onto her with my full weight breathless. When my strength returned I moved off her and rolled her over onto her back and removed her blindfold. She looked at me and smiled contentedly. I leaned forward and lightly kissed her. She looked at me and said "the evening has been wonderful." I just smiled and said "The evening isn't over."

Almost unable to walk I stumbled into the bathroom and drew a hot bath, went to the kitchen and fixed a tall glass of ice water and placed it by the tub. Then went and picked her up and carried her into the bathroom and cut her free from the restraints. As the plastic wrap came free her skin reacted with goose bumps to the cool air. 

Once completely free she stepped into the tub and lay back sipping the cool ice water surrendering to the need for sleep. She lay there relaxed as I bathed her washing the sweat, oil and sex from her skin. When I finished bathing her I dried her dressed her in a silk robe and placed her under the covers of our bed. She promptly drifted off to sleep without a word being said. After she was asleep I showered, cleaned up the mess we had made, smuggled up to her and drifted off to sleep.

The next afternoon I woke to her gentle kiss. She had fixed breakfast and brought it to the bedroom. I sat up and as she placed the tray across my lap she smiled saying "I love you."

Wrapped



Leah's hand shook as she poured my coffee. "I'm frightened, Will," she confessed. "Abe refuses to tell me what is in store for tonight. Has Bettina said anything?"

"I know better than to ask I'm afraid we'll have to wait and see."

Upon our arrival at their house, Leah had offered me coffee as a ruse for a quick huddle. Despite the transparency, Abe said nothing. 

"Abe tells you exactly what he is going to do?"

"Always, I think I would die of the anxiety if he didn't. I'm such a coward. It's not that I don't trust him. I just couldn't submit to being helpless if I didn't have complete confidence in his not doing anything we haven't discussed." 

"Well, I just enjoy the idea of not knowing for sure, the idea of being off balance."

"I know, Abe says that I should learn from you."

Abe and Leah had invited Bettina and me for a weekend at their house. I had known both of them for more than two years, and had suspected that they might not be as straight laced as they appeared. It wasn't until we had made one of our rare forays to a fetish party that the truth came out. We had encountered each other right away. There was a pause and Abe said, "Well, yes!"

I laughed and replied, "I didn't fully buy your explanation at the office Halloween party. No one owns boots like yours for a 'once- a -year' occasion."

That encounter, over time lead to several lunchtime discussions of the levels of play we engaged in. It quickly became apparent that Bettina and I were engaged in the type of play that Abe desired and that Leah feared. I had tried to offer her support, but it really hadn't made much difference. Since I was the only one to see them on a daily basis, the matter might have ended there. However Bettina had taken an interest in them and when I told her about our conversations she said, "I think it might help if we spent some time with them."

Originally, I had met both Leah and Abe at a coffee shop down the street from the Eagle building. My company had just opened a small branch office in the building and I had found a kindred soul in the head of Eagle's IT section. Not that I knew anything about computers, we just happened to agree on the political solution to the world's problems.

Whenever I entered the "Java Cup," if Fred were there, he would motion me to join him. One day, he was with people I didn't know who were discussing some computer glitch that was incomprehensible to me. One of the two women at the table was silent and looked bored. When I struck up a conversation, I learned that her name was Leah and that she was in customer service. 

When a tentative solution had been worked out, Fred turned to me and said, "Sorry to ignore you but we're having a serious problem with a program. By the way, this is Abe and Meredith. I see you have already met Leah." No one gave any indication that Leah and Abe were a couple.

"Do we have a conspiracy here?" Bettina asked. 

She and Abe had just walked into the kitchen. "The two of you are going to have ample time to talk soon enough. It's time to get started. Will, go to the guest's bedroom and strip. Leah, do the same in your room. Abe and I will be upstairs in a couple of minutes. I suggest you both be ready."

As we left the kitchen, Leah slipped her hand in mine and said, "Please try not to leave me alone with both of them. Abe is sweet but Bettina really scares me. Abe told me about the things she does to you; I don't know how you can stand that much pain."

"Everyone is different," I said. 

"I know. It's just that Abe wants me to be able to take much more than I can stand. He says that sooner or later he will teach me. I'm afraid that 'sooner' may begin tonight."

We were at the bedroom doors. I gave Leah a kiss on the cheek. "Be brave–and hurry. Bettina always makes me pay if I'm not ready."

I had barely gotten out of my clothes when Bettina entered. She pointed to a small writing desk and told me to stand next to it. "Put one foot on top of the desk and pretend you are a dog peeing," she said. She removed a roll of gaffer's tape from the large gym bag she had loaded with toys. From the bathroom she brought a pitcher of water and crushed ice and a towel. Holding the pitcher below my groin, she raised it to submerge my cock and balls. The erection that I had in anticipation of the evening quickly disappeared. After drying the area she began tearing off strips of tape and applying them from above my shaved pubic area, through my legs, and between the cheeks and up to the top of my ass in the back. In a couple of minutes, my shrunken cock and balls had been so thoroughly taped inside my body that no erection was possible.

"Have a seat and relax but don't touch that tape," Bettina cautioned. "It may take longer for your little friend to be prepared." 

Bettina walked across the room and rested against a dresser. She could almost have taken a seat on it. She stood six feet four inches tall barefooted, almost never wore makeup, and had the type of face usually described as handsome. Wearing her standard outfit of lizard skin loafers, khaki gaberdine slacks, and lose v neck top she always looked like the perfect soccer mom. Her legs seemed to take up two thirds of her body; her breasts were those of a 'slow-to-develop' fourteen year old. The first time I asked about a bra she replied, "I'm not conceited enough to waste money on useless things."

A knock on the door announced Abe and Leah. "Ready?" He asked. We left the bedroom and Abe lead the way to the basement. Leah had been taped in the same manner as me. Her full breasts were on display. If they were any larger, they would be pendulous. They were round as globes and the dark nipples betrayed her excitement. Leah was of medium height and had a figure that could be called 'zaftig.' Her ass was ample and I could fully understand Abe's obsession with it.

As we entered the basement, I made a quick survey. There was a wooden St. Andrews cross in one corner and a padded horse nearby. Simple home made items. It was a far cry from the dungeons that I knew many people possessed.

Against the opposite wall there was an area about ten feet square covered with a thick gym mat. Abe directed Leah and me to stand on the mat and told me to embrace Leah. "Will, put your arms around her waist; Leah, wrap your arms around Will's neck. Lean your heads together so that you're cheek to cheek. Leah, you need to get on your toes. Good! Don't move."

Bettina opened a new box of plastic shrink wrap and staring at our waists began wrapping us together. "Hug each other tight," she ordered. Abe joined in and as the wrap was slowly wound around our upper torso, our bodies were crushed together. Leah's ample breasts felt deliciously soft. We were wrapped to the shoulders. As soon as the film was cut, Bettina and Abe steadied both of us. "Now, both of you kneel down together. We won't let you fall."

We each bent one leg to lower ourselves to the mat and one of Leah's legs slipped between my legs. The thick tape prevented my feeling her velvety smooth skin as her leg pushed against my groin. When we were both on our knees, Bettina said, "Hold tight," and pushed us sideways so that we landed on the mat on our sides.

Abe instructed, "You are both going to be whipped, really whipped. Whoever is on top is going to get it. If you can't take anymore, you can roll the other person to the top. If you're on top and can't take it, you can beg the other person to take your place. Once the whipping starts it won't end until Bettina and I decide for it to end. We will alternate – the choice of who is on top is up to you. If you think you need a safe word, tell it to each other. Your safe word is only good for the other to save you."

Bettina added, "Don't think that we aren't aware of the fact that you want each other. In fact, I'm sure that the only reason you haven't already fucked is your fear of the consequences. If either of us even suspected that you had been to the cookie jar you would have paid the price. If you both do well tonight, there might be a reward." She gave us a wicked smile.

Abe added, "Work out how you plan to deal with the whipping; we'll be back sooner than you think."

As soon as they had gone upstairs to dress, Leah nervously said, "Let me be first. I will probably chicken out soon enough. If you start first, I will lose my nerve completely. As soon as I beg you to save me, let me take a few more and then roll me to the bottom. Please promise me!"

"Sure, but Abe is probably going to demand you stay on top to take some serious stripes."

"I'm sure that I will get more than I ever bargained for. I just need you to help me with the courage."

Bettina entered the basement. She was always quick. Wearing her full length leather dress with one side slit to the waist and her knee high lace up boots with platform soles that displayed her incredible legs to maximum advantage, she walked straight up to us and tossed the crop and flogger that she was carrying to the mat. Kneeling next to Leah, she spoke to her in a gentle tone that totally belied her fierce appearance. 

"Leah, I have a great deal of confidence in you. I know that both you and Abe believe that you lack courage. I don't. I think that you are capable of some incredible things and I want you to prove me right. I am not going to give you an easy pass, but it will never be more than I know you are capable of handling. You think that I am cruel, and I can be. But I can also be supportive to those who need it. I want to be your teacher and helper. Will you trust me to get you through this evening?"

There was a long pause. Even I was surprised by what Bettina had said. But I was even more surprised when Leah's simple, "Yes, Thank you!" 

I had assumed that I would be Leah's sole support for what lay ahead. Now that foolish assumption had been demolished, and Bettina had amazed me once again. 

"Will, I want you to give Leah your unconditional support. That's an order!" When Bettina gave an order no answer was required, obedience was assumed. I realized that she had said that for Leah's benefit: I had been given my instructions earlier in the week.

When Abe finally came in, Bettina was across the room examining the St. Andrew's cross as if she had only been killing time waiting for him. He was one of those wiry men of medium height who always seem be in motion. Abe wore his heavy black hair in a long ponytail banded every six inches or so, and sported a van Dyke beard. I don't think I had ever seen him without a smile on his face. That worried me. He seemed to be taken aback to be the last to arrive.

"Let's get the show on the road," he announced in his bright voice as he stood over us. "Who's first?"

We were both still on our sides. I rolled Leah to the top. She was shaking so badly that she couldn't speak I realized that she hadn't been that nervous until Able had arrived. Maybe it wasn't Leah who had the problem after all. Abe began a steady stream of blows with a heavy leather strap. After no more that a dozen blows, Leah began to scream and beg for mercy.

Leah had asked me to ignore her first screams and keep her on top for as long as possible but she was shaking so badly that I knew that she had taken as much as she could handle and that I should try to get her safely under my body. Just as I rolled her onto her side and tried to gain the top, Bettina spoke: "My turn."

"Will, leave her on top"

Obediently and with great effort, I gave a kick that placed her back where she had been. It was oblivious that she was now stiff with fear.

In the quietest voice imaginable Bettina said, "Leah, spread your legs for me."

Time seemed frozen and then something happened that was beyond belief. I felt Leah's legs slowly open wide around mine and the force on my chest made me realize that her knees were on the mat and she was raising her ass in offering to Bettina. It was something I simply could not have foreseen 

After a long interval the whoosh of the crop and a smack told me Bettina had not given an easy stoke. Immediately, she said, "Good, that was brave of you. And now another" and the stoke fell. She took her time and before each stoke she simply called "another" and delivered the blow. It seemed to go on for ever. I could not believe what was happening. Leah was being soundly thrashed, and though she jerked and even screamed at the harder blows she made no appeal for me to save her. I whispered encouragement into her ear but if she heard me she gave no indication. 

I realized that she had wholly given herself over to Bettina. If I were aware of this, I realized that Abe must also sense the reason for Leah's sudden ability to accept the kind of pain he sought so long to impose on her. He certainly could not be happy with this turn of events. That thought sent a cold chill through me. Twisting my head, I saw Abe nearby. For the first time in memory he was not smiling. It did not bode well for the remainder of our time together. I didn't have to remain in suspense for long.

Bettina stopped and said, "Leah, I'm really proud of you, sweetheart. You more than lived up to my highest expectations. But it seems as if Will's ass is still lily white. I think it is time for him to come out of hiding." 

I had never dreamed that I would be on the bottom for so long. I quickly rolled to the top with an energetic kick, happy to hide Leah, and aware that I was long overdue for some serious punishment. I wasn't prepared to hear Bettina's words: "Abe, he all yours." 

I could sense that Bettina had walked away, and I knew that she was going to allow Abe to work his anger off on me. I hadn't been whipped in anger since I was a child. My mother would lose control of her temper and inflict mind numbing punishments. Now, I was terrified in a way that I had believed could never happen again. The only comfort I had was knowing that she was there and would not allow Abe to vent his fury unconditionally. I knew that she was offering me as a sacrifice to save Leah. 

Bettina and I have a rare understanding of each other. I not only understood what she was thinking but knew that she was reading my thoughts as clearly I was reading hers. She wanted me to do something that she would never have demanded of me for herself. It truly was a sacrifice, but one that she was confident enough to take for granted. And that awareness created in me a level of courage and trust that I had never known before. When I realized how unconditional her faith in me was, I knew that I must not fail her.

That courage was soon put to the test. Abe used the strap and this was not a whipping– it was vengeance. Vengeance on me, on Bettina, but most of all on Leah. Bettina was letting him work off his fury in full. When I was beginning to doubt my ability to endure, I heard Bettina quietly say, "Abe."

He stopped and I realized that he had snapped out of his trance. He had certainly been in another space. I was grateful that Bettina had been able to so accurately judge my limit of endurance. 

And then Bettina was there with scissors to cut open the plastic wrap that had bound Leah and me together. Our sweat soaked bodies fell apart and the cool air brought a chill. Bettina had a blanket to cover us. She kissed each of us and said, "I had planned to remove the tape on your crotches and punish you there before leaving you alone. I don't think either of you could endure that now. Keep the tape on. Will, behave!"

I knew that her admonition to me was said for the benefit of both of us. 

She stood up and said, "Abe, I think that we could use a little refreshment. Shall we go upstairs?"

I wrapped my arms around Leah and softly kissed her cheek. She was still quietly trembling and sobbing. Looking at me through her tears, she said, "I really love Bettina."



Wrapped Around Her Finger



Before I begin, I would like to thank all the fan e-mail I've received - I love encouragement! A lot of the e-mail I received had to do with the story "Veggie Tails", thus this (kind-of) sequel to that story. What I am about to relate to you is the story of the first time I ever experienced anal pleasure with another woman. Of course, I had grown up exploring my body and had became very knowledgeable about just the right touches to give my labia, my clit, and my anal area. I enjoyed a bit of fingering, but preferred the simultaneous stimulation of my clitoris and anus as ways of achieving orgasm.

Being open with anal play during masturbation is a lot different from being open to anal play in a relationship, however. Even during masturbation I had that slightly vague feeling of guilt and being dirty by touching myself there and exploring there with a finger. I routinely (and almost ritually) washed my finger if I decided on anal play during masturbation and I felt I was most likely a "big freak" for even getting pleasure by touching myself there! Yet, I could not deny the feel of my warm finger on sensitive tissue and I would spend many a night spread-eagle under the covers with the finger of one hand caressing my rear hole and the other hand caressing my red-pubed labia and swollen clit.

My first actual lesbian encounter happened in college when I was away from the small-town mentality and morality that had previously dominated my life. I was way too shy, too new to being gay, and too embarrassed to even think about mentioning anal play while making love to the girlfriends I had in college. Again, it was something relegated to my times of solo sex and I was determined not to be thought of as that "weird" girl who liked bottoms. All of that changed with Kim (name changed to protect the not-so-innocent).

Kim was from California and was as wild as they come. She loved sex, though was a fairly militant lesbian regarding contact with men. She detested the concept of bisexuality and felt that my own fantasies of both men and women was just me being afraid to be out-and-out gay. She had such a loving heart, however, underneath her rough exterior and she truly wanted me to expand my horizons and not feel so guilt-ridden when I experienced sex. I will never forget that night, though, when she allowed me to include anal play as a part of making love.

If you have read my other stories, you know that I have light red hair and a very pale complexion. I'm short with green eyes and smallish boobs. Kim, however, was a short and "dirty blond" (she'd always say that with a smirk) with dark blue eyes and a tanned complexion. She was a 34C which I considered to be huge compared to my mosquito bites and (unlike myself) always had a clean-shaven pussy.

That night we had gone out to a movie and casually touched each other throughout the showing. By the time we got home we were both horny as hell and proceeded immediately to shed our clothes and head to the bedroom. Kim always loved the scent of my pussy juices so she flung me onto the bed and slid my legs expertly over her shoulders - her tongue seeking out the nectar she so craved. Not complaining at all about this treatment, I relaxed and reached down to caress her cheeks and play with her hair as her tongue teased and pleased the tender folds of my pussy lips. At one point, though, she had lifted my hips a bit higher and gave a gasp.

"Have I ever told you that you have a gorgeous butthole, Liz?" she asked as I opened my eyes, shocked out of the pleasurable haze I was bathed in.

"What's that, hon?" I replied, feigning ignorance.

"Your asshole! It's so sexy! It looks so pink and fresh surrounded by your ivory skin. I just want to touch it and please it all night!"

I shivered as she said that and had to clear my throat to say, "What do you mean? Isn't that dirty?"

"Nah," she said, shrugging of my concerns. "No more so than your pussy - you just have to be careful to not eat or finger cunt after you've eaten or fingered ass."

"So, er…have you eaten and fingered much ass?" I asked, my voice tinged with hope and curiousity.

"Hell yeah! You know me, I love every inch of a woman's body! And a gal with a nice ass adds a lot to a sex life. And yours is soooooo nice - I only wish I had an ass like yours!"

I blushed and responded, "Well you have a nice butt too, Kim. I mean your cheeks are fuller and rounder and…." I was too embarrassed to go on about her ass.

"Yeah, but my anus always looks dirty no matter how much I wash and clean. It's got that dark brown pucker ring while yours looks so clean and pink and red."

And with that she lifted my hips higher and let her finger caress my anus.

I don't think I can fully describe the sensation that went through me when I felt her finger on my rear hole. Part of the sensation was purely physical, my nerve endings already on edge from her eating me out; part of the sensation, though, was mental as I realized that I was crossing a taboo line in my mind - letting someone else touch my "dirty" rear. Seeing how I responded, Kim began to focus on my anus and I was catapulted into another realm.

Her fingers delicately and expertly traced the wrinkles of my bum hole until I was moaning for more…more…more. At my urging, she pressed her index finger to the middle of my asshole and ever so slowly pushed it forward. I groaned as I felt my ass envelop her finger and I reached down to caress my clitoris, needing to do SOMETHING with the sexual energy coursing through me. Kim lazily let the entirety of her finger slip into my rear until it was all the way in. She then started a slow rhythm of sliding her finger in and out of my anus as she grinned at my loud groans and enraptured facial expressions.

She was so patient with me, not letting me take the lead and climax quickly, but forcing me to slow down my own clitoral caresses and keeping me always on the edge. My body shook as I tried to control the building tidal wave of my orgasm and, finally, I thought that I had experienced as much pleasure as I could.

I was wrong for in the next moment Kim pushed me over the edge by rapidly sawing her index finger in and out of my asshole and, at the same time, leaning down and flickering her tongue quickly over my clit. That was it and I climaxed loud and hard, my hips bucking as my anal walls clenched greedily at her finger. Kim kept at it with both finger and tongue until the many waves of my orgasm had washed over me and left me breathless and sweating. Then, she did something which I appreciated almost as much as anything else she had done that evening. She lovingly cleaned up my wet pussy and - her finger still in my rear! - nuzzled up to share a kiss with me and snuggle for a while as I attempted to catch my breath and regain my senses. And as we lay there I couldn't help but think how great it was to constantly have her finger in me, even after I had climaxed.

And, of course, after I was able to rest for a bit, it was her turn to be pleasured…..



Wrapped Around Your Finger



The official reason Caleb gave for coming to the village was pleasant memories of his grandparents' nearby farm. The real reason was his recurring dreams of Cassandra.

He didn't recognize the woman in the dreams right away. He hadn't seen her in twenty years and back then she was a child no older than twelve. Still, he was surprised it took him so long to place the thick raven hair and the green eyes—so like a cat's.

Caleb checked into The Shady Corners Motel in Green Meadow with nothing but a worn duffel bag and his toolbox. That night, he had his first full-blown wet dream since age thirteen.

The next day he walked into the general store and the locals barely gave him a glance. He had no doubt they knew exactly who he was; he looked just like a young version of his Grandfather Hawthorne.

He gathered up a few things and Pelton Gilroy rang him up. He had not changed in any significant way in twenty years except for the lines being more deeply etched in his face.

"Anything else, Caleb?" Pelton asked in a lackadaisical manner.

"Yep. Wonder if anyone is hiring or in need of a handyman."

Pelton lifted a bushy grey eyebrow but, other than that, kept his expression neutral. "Cassandra Penrose was just in and said she needed someone to help out around her place. Interestin' timin', I might add, her needin' a handyman and you comin' here."

"She leave a number?"

"Aint got a phone. Imagine you can just show up and start."

"With no interview?"

"Few people in these parts would be fool enough to take up with a Penrose, but from what I remember of ya you are plenty fool enough. My guess is that it was more than a coincidence, the timin' of you showing up here."

"I might be a fool, but I'm not a superstitious fool. I assume the town is still under the impression that the Penroses are witches. Next you'll be starting in on my family."

The old man just stared at him—answer enough.

Caleb shook his head. "Ridiculous."

"Not as ridiculous as a man packin' up and leaving the city to show up in a hole-in-the-wall town with no job lined up. Seems somethin' else had to be calling him."

The dream of the night before flashed through his mind, but Caleb's face remained expressionless. "Cassandra still stay in the same place?"

"Where else? Penroses don't leave their land and nobody would buy it off them anyhow. She's the only Penrose left, though." With that, Pelton thrust the bag at Caleb and went back to his chess game with what looked to him to be a member of the Hogan clan.


The next day he drove up to the Penrose place. He had to park down on the dirt road and walk up the overgrown path to the house.

Caleb looked around at the simple house that, he would bet anything, still didn't have indoor plumbing. He could see that the roof needed fixing and a dozen other reasons why she needed a handyman. Some would call his arrival providence.

He walked up to the screen door and knocked; there was no answer. He tried to see inside but could not make out much beyond the basic shapes of furniture.

"Hello, Caleb." Much to his chagrin, he started a little at the unexpected sound of her voice. It was the voice from his dream.

"Cassandra, you need a bell around your neck," he said as he turned to face her. Although he hadn't laid eyes on her for twenty years, he felt like he had been with her just the night before.

Before him stood a woman with impossibly thick, impossibly dark hair pinned up in a makeshift bun. Several locks of hair had fallen loose into damp ringlets. The tendrils framed a heart-shaped face with pale skin, full lips, and straight white teeth. Forest-green eyes that seemed to miss very little sparkled back at him.

From the way her dress clung to her curves and the dampness of the loose hair he guessed that she was back from bathing in the nearby creek.

Her body was ripe and lush without being fat. Woman with a capital W, Eve with the Apple, Helen of Troy, Cleopatra, Cassandra.

Local legend had it that Cassandra's great grandmother, Charity Penrose, had sold her soul so that all of her female offspring, and their offspring for ten generations, would be beautiful. She had certainly been known to insist that beauty was a woman's best currency. The woman before him certainly gave weight to the rumor.

"You hear about my need of a man and come to fill the position?" Her gaze was amused, but there was a bit of a challenge in the set of her chin.

"I think I will be more than capable of seeing to whatever you need," Caleb said with a smile and a challenge of his own.

Cassandra stepped closer until they were mere inches apart. She bit on her full lower lip and met his gaze. "Yeah?"

He moved even closer, feeling his arousal grow. "Yeah."

"Patch the roof, then!" She gave a toss of her head and walked into the house, her laughter trailing behind her. From the darkness she called out, "Shingles in the shack. And hurry, it's going to rain later!"

Caleb looked up at the blue, cloudless sky, gave a sigh, and set to work. It didn't surprise him at all to notice the sky was completely overcast by the time he finished, and that drops of rain were beginning to fall.

Just as his stomach gave a growl, Cassandra called out that the stew was ready. When he entered the humble dwelling, he noticed the delicious smell of the stew combined with the earthy smell of multiple herbs and plants he couldn't quite identify.

As they were dining, he noted that the house had a certain old-style charm. He didn't notice a radio, however, but he suspected she didn't need one to know the weather forecast. There was a box in the corner that held a cat and a litter of nursing kittens and their gentle noises were relaxing.

Cassandra looked beautiful in the candlelight. Her skin looked clear and radiant and her eyes sparkled. The simple design of her cotton dress gave just a hint of cleavage but still left little to the imagination.

Caleb swallowed a spoonful of the appetizing stew and spoke. "The roof was in really bad shape. There are a lot of things around here that need fixing. What have you been doing?"

"Caleb," she said with slight reproach, "you've been in the city too long if you think I was going to get up there and shingle a roof! I keep plenty busy."

"My question was…how have you been making do" He knew that "plenty busy" probably consisted of ointments, unguents, and other assorted concoctions. The town might pretend to shun the Penrose family, but it was a rare young girl or woman who hadn't made the trip for a love potion from Cassie's mother, Merrideth, or her mother before that. Considering it wasn't crystal clear who Cassandra's father was, at least one man had made the trip also – if you discarded the rumors of fraternization with Old Scratch.

"I used pots to catch the rainwater until you – I mean, until I could find a handyman." She smiled as if she were enjoying a private joke. "You know, rainwater makes hair extra-shiny."

"I see that," he said with a wink. "We haven't settled on the terms of my employment, yet."

"Did you just say 'terms of my employment'? Look at you, all citified! I can pay you a little ... plus fringe benefits." There was a mischievous smile on her face. "Now if you don't like what I have to offer…"

"Suppose that depends on what the fringe benefits consist of." He could think of a few things he would like, starting with uses for the feather bed he could see in the next room.

"Meals, mostly. What did you think I meant?"

"I was hoping for something that only you could give me."

"Yeah? Whatcha have in mind that you cannot get somewhere else?" Her smile became more mischievous.

"Some history." She looked perplexed. "You are the last Penrose, and my great-Grandma Hawthorne and your great-Grandma Charity Penrose used to be girlhood friends. Thought you just might have the interesting stories passed down."

Cassandra gave him a measuring look. "That could be arranged. I hope you aren't thinking I'm going to tell you any silly fictions about witchcraft."

"Would they be fictions?"

"If it involves my people being devil-worshippers – of course, I can't speak to your people."

"So you're saying there are no love spells? No hexes? No connection between the time old Sheriff Spence pissed off your mother, and his breaking out in hives two days later?"

"I'm saying that sometimes people mistake a salve for a love potion. Take Missy Saybrooke – she came to me to get a little something to persuade Matthew Grove to propose. I told her that she needed to stop listening to wives' tales, but that I could give her something to help with her rosacea. She winks at me like we got our own special secret, goes on her way, and Matthew proposes a couple weeks later – I say it's due to the fact that she no longer looks like WC Fields on a bender; she tells her girlfriends that Cassandra Penrose made her up something special to give him a push. Who are you going to believe?" She ended with a shrug.

"You have to admit that your family's insistence on privacy, and dislike of all modern conveniences, helps the rumors to continue."

"Because I don't have a DVD player and I don't blather on about my life, this is proof that I'm a witch? All that 'modern conveniences' do is give a woman a fat rear and an empty mind."

Caleb began to protest, but when he reviewed the people he knew, he couldn't quite work up a genuine conviction that she was wrong. He certainly couldn't protest the superior shape of her rear.

She eyed him with sudden suspicion. "You aren't hung up on all those new things are you – TVs and washing machines and the like?"

"Who, me? Nah!" he protested, letting it sink in what she considered new.

Cassandra had been playing with a loose ring around her finger throughout the whole meal. She twisted it and examined it periodically in the candlelight, sliding it up and down her finger in a seemingly-absent manner. Caleb felt that this was a case of "accidentally on purpose."

"That ring's something else – looks like some sort of heirloom," he commented at last.

Cassandra looked pleased. "Yes, it was actually Nana Charity's. There was a matching one for Papaw Jeb. Let me show you!" He didn't protest as she went into the next room.

She returned with a near identical, although thicker and bigger, ring.

"Go on. Try it on. I bet it would fit," urged Cassandra.

Caleb gave a token protest but tried it on. It fit fine.

"I ... I don't have much money to pay you but you can have the ring."

Caleb smothered a smile. "Cassandra, I couldn't accept. Anything I could do around here wouldn't be worth you giving up a ring that's been in your family for generations!"

"Nonsense! My mother, especially, always liked you and I think she would be pleased with my choice."

"You mean your choice to give the ring to me?"

Innocent green eyes blinked back at him. "Of course. What else could I have meant?"

"Are you sure?" he asked, pointedly ignoring her question.

"Quite sure!"

"Thank you, Cassandra. This ring really is worth more – in sentimental value alone – than my services are worth! Tell you what – let me have your ring and I'll get it resized for you."

Cassandra's eyes widened and she was silent for several seconds. "I appreciate the offer, but it's really unnecessary. Thank you for the offer, but no."

Caleb took the ring off his finger with a surprising amount of trouble, considering how easily it had slipped on. Beyond that, there seemed to be a strong mental resistance to removing the ring – it didn't surprise him. "I can't accept, then."

"But… but you have to take the ring! I mean, it's the only way I can pay you!" She stared at the ring on the table as if she couldn't quite comprehend why it was off his finger.

"Then let me get your ring resized and we'll be square! I'll take good care of it, and have it back in two or three weeks, tops."

Her forehead wrinkled as she seemed to do some sort of calculations. "Two weeks. You can have it if you return it in two weeks."

"Done!" he said, slipping the ring back on his finger and holding out his hand for hers. "Now that wasn't difficult, was it?"

The weeks passed, and Caleb's dreams became more intense and erotic than ever. During the day he worked hard, punctuated with brief flirtations with the Lady of The House.

Caleb couldn't help but smile at the catlike Cassandra toying with him as if he were a mouse.

Speaking of cats, Caleb had found something oddly familiar about the nursing cat he'd seen his first night. She'd looked exactly like the same cat Cassandra'd had as a child. While the similarity of looks could be attributed to the commonness of domestic cats, or being a descendent of that cat, it struck him as a strange co-incidence that she had a rip in her ear in the exact same place as the other cat. Not to mention having the same name – Felicity. When Caleb commented on the incredible resemblance, the beautiful woman quietly agreed that it was uncanny.

He dined with her every evening, and she told him stories of her family and the town that were entertaining, if incomplete. That was just fine by him. There was something satisfying in working hard all day and spending his evenings with a beautiful woman. He was content to wait.

Every couple of days Cassandra would ask if he had her ring back, and he knew that, as calm as she acted, she was becoming nervous. Then he noticed her swallowing back anger, reminding him that he'd promised it would only be a couple weeks, and that the ring was dear to her.

Finally, he returned the ring to her and she slipped it onto her finger, quickly checking that he was wearing the matching one. He pretended not to notice, pointing out that it would be a full moon that night. Cassandra's green eyes narrowed in slight suspicion, but when he gave her an innocent smile she relaxed and smiled back.

"He wondered what, exactly, she was thinking, but figured he would probably find out soon enough…"

Cassandra stood naked in the clearing, the full moon shining down on her pale, womanly body. She had just finished her prayers and blessings, and now she knew it was time to summon Caleb to her. At last! All she needed was to say the words out loud and he would obey, the spell on the ring would see to that. She imagined that it would take him about twenty minutes to leave the motel and get to the clearing where they would consecrate their love, and he would then be bound to her forever.

Her voice rang out in the night air, "Caleb, come to me."

"Thought you would never ask, love." This time it was her turn to start at the unexpected voice behind her. She whirled around. He was also nude. And aroused. And Surprisingly Large.

"Caleb? How did you get here so fast? What's going on?"

He approached her. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by – I'm glad that I was right about the dress code. I didn't want to feel overdressed." He moved closer.

"Stop right there," Cassandra commanded.

Caleb instantly stopped. Cassandra expected him to be confused. But he just laughed.

"Well, if I cannot come to the witch I guess the witch will have to come to me. Come here, Cassandra."

Cassandra found herself walking toward him, quite unable to stop herself. Confusion filled her. She found herself before him, gazing up into his eyes.

"But how?"

"I told you that our great-grandmothers were friends. I think the main thing the friendship was built on was a mutual love of spells – particularly love spells.

"My great-grandmother was kind enough to keep a diary that I found under some floorboards in the family farm when I was a kid. It seems the girls were the best of friends until they both fell in love with Jebediah Penrose.

"Apparently, Charity was willing to go just a little bit farther to get him. Are you aware that there is a spell you can do with a ring to bind someone to you—to the point that they not only fall in love with you, but have to obey you completely?"

Cassandra stared at him in amazement. "You..."

"Used the same spell on your ring that you used on mine? Absolutely. I figured it was prudent—town legend has it that Charity henpecked Jeb into an early grave.

"I can live in a shack with no electricity, and I can live with my wife being a witch, but I am modern enough to want a marriage of equals. Well, at least we can take turns. Now I believe that you brought me out here so we could fuck under the full moon. I love you, baby – now get on your knees!"

Cassandra fell on her knees as his words sank in. She couldn't have stopped herself if she tried. She found herself eye level with his truly impressive erection. She looked up and watched his eyes close in expectation.

A devilish smile curled her lips. "I love you too, baby – now on *your* knees!"

Caleb's eyes popped open and his mouth formed a perfect "O" as he dropped down before her. They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before they broke into simultaneous laughter.

"I can't believe you double-crossed me! You knew all along what I intended!" Cassandra said, reluctant admiration in her voice. She knew that it was just possible she'd met her match.

"Look at the bright side," he said. "My great-grandmother was every bit as powerful as yours. While yours was doing a spell to make the Penrose women beautiful ... mine was gifting the *male* members of the Hawthorne clan – or would that be the male members' members?"

Caleb smirked and Cassandra comprehended.

Cassandra's gaze flickered down and she bit back a comment about it being a gift that would keep on giving.

This was not at all the way she had expected things to work out, but she somehow could not bring herself to mind all that much.

Besides, the moon was full and there was magick to be had. The End



Wrapped Around Your Finger



(Special thanks to Bad Penny for her help in proofreading this story.) 

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"The key is anticipation," Mistress Andrea said, preening her long, strawberry-blonde hair slightly and glorying in the astonished gazes of her fellow dommes. She held their gaze with her own green eyes, reveling in their awe. "That was what really took the longest, training robyn to not just obey me instinctively, but to anticipate my desires before I even expressed them. Needless to say, it wasn't easy."

robyn walked over to her, totally naked, holding a goblet. She had absolutely no hair at all, either on her head or body; Andrea liked her pets smooth and clean. "Mistress wants more wine," she said dully, her blue eyes vacant. She was totally in subspace now, Andrea knew, absolutely incapable of understanding anything but obedience.

"Thank you, robyn," Andrea said, taking the goblet of wine. "See, this is what I'm talking about," Andrea said, sipping at the drink. "I didn't even need to inform her that I was thirsty; she simply picked up on subconscious cues in my body language and went to go get me something refreshing. It's all about anticipation."

Joan took a long moment to find her voice. "And she doesn't..." She kept staring at robyn as the slavegirl walked off behind Andrea to handle her duties, seeming absolutely bowled over with the sheer audacity of Andrea's achievements. No surprise, really. Joan was always a bit of a 'soft' domme, far too lenient on her pets. She certainly couldn't have imagined the kind of training regimen that Andrea had put robyn through. "She doesn't notice anything unusual? Anything at all?"

Andrea laughed. "She's not capable of noticing anything at all, Joan. I told you, the amount of hypnosis she's been through, she probably doesn't even know the rest of you exist. I'm the absolute center of robyn's world." Andrea didn't even bother looking at robyn as she spoke. She was confident that robyn was handling her slave duties, there was no need to oversee her personally. In fact, that was the point of this whole endeavor. "Of course, it's not just hypnosis. There's more to it than that, but--"

robyn came up alongside Andrea, breaking into her conversation. "Mistress wants another piece of cheese," she said dully. She held out a plate, and Andrea gratefully popped a bit of cheddar into her mouth.

"Thank you, robyn," she said. "Where was I? Oh, of course. The training regimen. It's not just hypnosis. It's a combination of hypnosis and sensory overload. We all know that 'subspace' is the point where a submissive loses the ability to resist completely. I'm just making use of that state to facilitate her hypnotic conditioning. The two work together in a kind of synergy, putting the submissive into a whole new level of obedience--one where her core identity can be totally reshaped. Triggers and post-hypnotic suggestions are only the beginning. I can reshape someone's entire personality, if I want."

"Is...is that true?" Kara said, looking over at robyn's naked body. robyn nodded her head absently, understanding that the question was directed at her even through the haze of trance. Andrea practically glowed with pride; certainly, she was proud of her own ability to bring robyn to this state, but she was equally proud of robyn's talents as a slave. She couldn't have taken just anyone and turned them into the perfect pet. No, Andrea needed to find a diamond in the rough, and while she might have turned out flawless work, robyn was the diamond she found.

"Unbelievable," Kara said. "I never would have imagined it possible if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, but this is the proof." Andrea was a little surprised at just how astonished Kara seemed. She'd seen Kara with her pet, dana, and while nobody was as obedient as robyn, dana did a pretty good job of coming close. "Tell us..." Kara's eyes flicked back and forth between robyn and Andrea. "Tell us more about how you did it."

robyn said, "Mistress wants a backrub," as she set the cheese tray down. Andrea shifted position on the couch to allow robyn room to slide in behind her, and robyn's talented fingers were soon working on her shoulders.

"Mmmm, that's nice, pet," Andrea said. "I started with hypnosis, of course. I put her under with a long induction, longer than usual." She sighed softly at the way robyn's hands relaxed her muscles. "I wanted her to be very deep for me by the time we started playing. Once I was satisfied that she was at the right level of trance, I tied her up."

"Couldn't you have just used a freeze trigger?" Joan asked. Joan was big into mind-play, less so into the physical aspects of BDSM. She barely even spanked her pets.

"I wanted to...mmm..." robyn worked the muscles of Andrea's lower back in just the way she liked. "I wanted to accentuate the feeling of helplessness. She needed to be physically as well as mentally controlled." Which was why Joan would never have a hope in hell of making her pet, mia, this obedient. "Then I started the sensory stimulation. Clothespins on the breasts, a vibrating butt plug up her ass...I used the crop on her for a long while. All the while, whispering suggestions. She was trembling like a leaf, weren't you, robyn?"

"Yes, Mistress," robyn said. "Mistress remembers me sinking into deep, helpless hypnotic trance. Mistress remembers turning me into an obedient slavegirl. Mistress remembers brainwashing me into a perfect slut."

Andrea sighed happily at the memory of the day when robyn's will broke completely, when even the subconscious resistance melted away and she became the perfect slave. "I kept alternating like that, physical stimulation and mental stimulation. It took the better part of a day, but by the end of it, robyn didn't even know how to come out of trance anymore. After that, it was all just a matter of training."

"And she doesn't notice the trigger at all?" Joan asked.

"Not consciously, no. She just obeys." Andrea rolled her eyes just a little at that. Surely Joan knew how post-hypnotic triggers worked by now? Anyway, it wasn't like she used many on robyn. She didn't need to. robyn anticipated her every desire now.

"Mistress wants her shirt off," robyn said. Andrea lifted her arms as robyn pulled it up over her shoulders and off. robyn returned to her rubbing, now able to press her hands directly against Andrea's flesh. "Mistress wants her bra off as well," robyn said, unsnapping the hook and sliding the brassiere off.

"This is just...just incredible," Kara said, leaning forward in her chair. "Is there anything she won't do? Any suggestion she wouldn't be able to integrate with the new personality?"

"None at all," Andrea said, smiling softly as she felt robyn's hands reach around to touch her breasts. "Everything just seems perfectly natural to her. On a subconscious level, she knows she needs to obey the commands, and her conscious mind will construct any rationalization necessary to make her think it's all her own idea." That wasn't exactly how it worked, of course; Andrea knew for a fact that robyn didn't have any conscious mind left to rationalize with. But she just needed to explain it all in a way that Kara would understand, so she used the jargon of 'rationalizing' to describe it. It was all perfectly simple.

"Mistress wants her breasts sucked," robyn said, and Andrea shifted herself around to face her pet. She leaned back, letting robyn lick at her nipples with her oh-so-talented tongue.

"This is the best part," she said, feeling robyn's soft, kitten licks and occasional nips. "She knows so...ohhh...so perfectly what pleases me. Her mind...well, what's left of her mind, it's..." Andrea gasped just a little as she felt robyn's tongue tracing around her aureola. "It's working overtime to anticipate my needs."

"Mistress wants to be naked now," robyn said, and Andrea knew from the ache in her pussy that her slave had predicted her needs perfectly yet again. Andrea didn't even wait for robyn's help, she just unfastened her buttons and kicked her pants off urgently. Her panties quickly followed. Joan and Kara were probably a little surprised by the show, but it wasn't like they hadn't seen anything like it before. It was perfectly fine to get naked in front of the other two women. (robyn, of course, didn't count.)

"But...but..." Joan seemed to be trying to put something very difficult into words. "But why would you do it?"

Of course. That was Joan, the big softy. Always trying to make her pets whimper with pleasure, stroking and pampering them like housecats. She didn't understand what it was like to be a real domme, truly in charge of every thought in her slave's head. "Mistress wants to bend over the couch now so i can finger-fuck her," robyn said.

"I'd have thought it was obvious, Joan," Andrea said as she shifted position. "I want to control her, completely and...ohhhh..." She spread her legs a little wider to allow robyn's fingers better access to her cunt. "Completely and, nnnh...totally, want to, oh yes that's good, want to have a sex slave who really..." Her pussy was slick and juicy now, soaking robyn's fingers as they slid in and out. Andrea couldn't help herself, she just kept thrusting at robyn's hand. The other dommes would understand, they wouldn't mind that she was presenting her hungry, aching cunt to them and pressing her face into the cushions of the sofa. They'd understand it was all part of her demonstration, all just another way of showing just how much control she had over robyn. "...who really knows the true meaning of obedience."

"But don't you want to give her orders?" Kara asked. "I mean, to other people, it doesn't look like you're in charge. I always thought showing off your dominance was half the fun."

Andrea let out a loud, animalistic moan into the fabric of the couch as robyn began circling her clit with her other hand. "I am showing off my dominance. That's the, oh fuck YES, oh..." She momentarily lost her train of thought in a burst of hot, red pleasure. "That's the point. I'm so in charge I don't need to give orders."

"Mistress wants her ass whipped," robyn said, taking her finger off of Andrea's clit and reaching over to the table for the new riding crop that Kara had brought to show them. She picked it up, swished it in the air experimentally, and then brought it down on Andrea's ass hard. Andrea moaned, her pussy clenching around robyn's still-thrusting fingers.

"I didn't just...oh...didn't just want to give her orders," Andrea said, her voice unsteady as the pleasure built towards a crescendo. "I wanted total control. Complete power." The crop came down again...and again...and again, each snapping blow reddening her flesh as it mingled with the mounting orgasm. "And I have that with robyn, now." She closed her eyes, loving the sensation of being naked, bent over the couch and finger-fucked while robyn whipped her ass. "I'm in charge of everything," she said, and the realization of just how true that was sent her over the edge into orgasm.

It felt like an eternity before she finally came back from the heights of pleasure, her legs rubbery as she continued to bend over the couch. She couldn't see the expression on the other two dommes' faces, but she knew they had to be impressed by the degree of control she'd demonstrated over her pet.

"I have to admit," Kara said, "I'm amazed." Andrea felt like she was glowing with pride. She could hear the quiet awe in Kara's voice, and more than a little arousal, too. "This is certainly every bit as impressive as you told us it'd be, Robyn." Andrea almost laughed. Kara was so worked up by their little display that she'd even gotten the names mixed up.

Joan said, "Ditto for me. But, um, watching you two at work has left me wanting to try her out for myself." She let out a little giggle. "Any chance I could borrow her for a few minutes, just to let loose a little tension?"

Andrea beamed with pride. They understood, then. They understood just how special a piece of conditioning this was, how much time and effort had gone into it all. They understood what a powerful, what a commanding hypnodomme she was. She opened her mouth, but robyn had already anticipated her needs before she could speak. "Mistress wants to lick Joan's pussy," robyn said, and Andrea turned and crawled, naked, towards Joan's waiting body. robyn always knew what Andrea needed. That was what made her such a good slave, Andrea thought as she knelt in front of Joan and begin to softly lick. Part of her almost wished that robyn could be consciously aware of her complete submission, but Andrea knew, deep down, that it was so much hotter that she didn't realize how enslaved she was.

"Mistress wants the strap-on inside her," robyn said dully, and Mistress Andrea presented her cunt to be fucked.

THE END



Wrapped in a Bow



I throw my legs over the edge of the bed Christmas morning. As soon as my feet hit the floor my bedroom door opens. Standing in the doorway, naked, is my sister Brooke with a bow tied around her hard cock.

"Merry Christmas Jerry," she says rushing up to me.

Brooke is my twin sister and she was born a little differently than me. It never bothered me growing up with her and I always felt bad because she never had a boyfriend. I always thought my sister was hot and the few time I got to see her naked, she was even hotter. Seeing her cock for some reason it made me want to go to my room and masturbate. I never told her or anyone about it, but I guess now living together on our own, with our first Christmas without our parents, she knows. Or rather, she has known. 

When she reaches me, we kiss deeply. I caress her body moving my hands up to her naked breasts. She lets out a moan as I squeeze them, causing her nipples to become hard under my touch. She removes my shirt and boxers, exposing my hard cock. She immediately grabs onto it with her soft hands and begins to pump it slowly. Precum seeps out and she makes sure to rubs her hand over my cockhead and spread it over the length of my shaft.

I enjoy the hand job until she pushes me back onto the bed. There she stands in front of me. Her nipples poke straight out and they only get harder after she pinches them teasingly. Her cock stands straight up and is nearly as big as mine with a large red bow wrapped around it. Licking her lips, she pulls the bow free.

"I hope you like your Christmas present."

I nod and she crawls onto the bed and lies onto of me. I feel her firm breasts on my chest as we kiss and her hard cock rubs against my precum soaked cock. While we kiss she starts to grind our two cocks together. The feeling is odd but yet exciting. Both of us ooze out globs of precum onto each other, making our cocks slick.

After sometime, she brings her knees up over me, straddling my body and begins to ease my cock into her hungry ass. With her on top of me, my cock pushes toward her tight asshole. She slowly moves herself up and down easing it inside of herself. My cock is so lubed up by our combined precum that it easily slides inside of her. I can feel the tightness of her as squeeze against my cockhead and then it pops right in.

She gasps as my long, thick cock begins to go deeper inside her virgin ass. After she gets used to my engorged cockhead filling her ass, she eases the rest of way down on me. She is tight and I feel every bit of my cock filling her ass up.

"Oh fuck, it feels so good!" she cries as she rocks her hips.

I grab her hips to help her rock faster. I feel her cock leak more precum onto my stomach. More squeezes out with each thrust into her tight virgin ass. As my cock slides in deeper, she lowers her head down and kisses me deeply. Her breasts mash against my chest.

Breaking away from our kiss, I roll her onto her back and push her legs back toward her head. I bend down so I can lick and nibble on her stiff nipples. They stick straight out teasingly and I flick them easily with my tongue. While I continue to pump her in and out, I reach down and begin to stroke her cock. My hand slides easily over it, gliding smoothly because of her precum that covers it.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" I yell suddenly as I feel my balls tighten up to my body. I thrust into her harder and faster and I feel my cock begin to grow.

"Cum for me! Fill my ass!" Brooke yells.

She grinds harder against me and it takes me to the edge and over. With one last thrust of my hips, my cock begins to pour thick jets of cum inside her tight ass. I fill her until my cum oozes out of her tight hole and around my shaft.

I roll off of her and she quickly moves toward my cock and begins to lick it clean. What escapes her tongue slides down my thick shaft and down between the crack of my ass. Brooke doesn't miss a thing. She spreads my legs apart telling me, "Relax Jerry, it's my turn to cum for you."

I don't know why, but I give into her and I feel my body relax. She takes a finger and rubs my escaped cum around my asshole and then slowly eases her slender finger indie. When she does that, my cock begins to grow hard again. She probes me with her finger before slipping in a second. Eventually, a third goes in. She strokes m cock while finger fucking me and it isn't long before I am at my full hardness again.

"Are you ready for me?" she asks.

"Fuck yes," I hiss, "Please fuck me."

She gets in between my legs, spreading them so she can get her cock inside of my virgin ass. The she pushes her cockhead inside. A slight sting shoots through me, but it is instantly replaced with the most exciting sensation I have ever felt.

Slowly, she thrusts into me, letting me get used to the feeling. Then she begins to thrust faster and harder. My ass is stretched out by her thick cock and I love it. Her cock presses deep inside of me, massaging me. A thick stream of my precum oozes out, spilling onto my stomach.

"Mmmm," she moans as she rubs my precum on my stomach with her hand and rock hard cock. "We can't have this go to waste," she says stroking me with a tight fist.

While she pounds me with her cock and jacks off mine, I feel myself getting close to cumming again. I can't form words and instead I groan loudly, which seems to only spur my sister on more. I feel her cock sliding in and out faster and deeper. Her hand slides the full length on my cock up to my cockhead and back down to the base.

Brooke moans loudly with my groans. She pummels as deep as she can into my ass, pumping my cock as quickly as she can. Then I shoot my load. My hot cum is thick and sticky as it splatters across my stomach and chest. My ass milks Brooke's cock as I cum and it is too much for her to handle and she starts to pump me full of her cum. Her cock becomes thicker as it twitches inside of me. I feel her hot cum pour inside of me as she screams in pure bliss.

She falls on top of me and kisses me deeply as her cum soaked cock slides out of my ass. I feel her cum ooze out of me as I hold her tight.

"Merry Christmas Brooke," I say.

"She looks at me, starring deep into my eyes. "Can we celebrate Christmas more often?"

I smile at her, kissing her luscious lips. I pull away and say, "We can do this as many times as you'd like."

"What about your girlfriend Sara?" she asks with a little bit of sadness on her face.

I cup her face with my hands and pull her toward my face. "From this point on, you're my girlfriend and my lover."



Wrapped in Darkness



She jogs through the night unaware of what awaits her. She runs, lost in her own world, letting the stress of the previous day fade from her mind as the last of the suns rays fade from the sky. The rhythmic strides on the pavement, the gasps of air, the strain of muscle and bone, all come together to form the heartbeat of her own private world. Nothing can find her here, no one can bother her here. Her world shrinks down to her body and the stretch of road she runs on.

It is this feeling that keeps her coming back here every evening. Back to jog around the park while the sun sets, well after everyone else has gone back to their lives. For a few minutes out of each day, she doesn't have to worry about anything. For these few minutes, she isn't thinking about her kids, or her convict brother, or her overbearing mother, or her neglectful husband, or work, or even the dog. her whole world consists of the road.

The road doesn't want money for shoes. The road doesn't complain when she works late. The road is never down at the bar when she needs it. The road doesn't make passes at her in the break room. The road doesn't need anything from her. And that is exactly how she likes it. She likes being alone, carefree if only for a moment. That one moment has become the only thing she looks forward to anymore. The only light left in the otherwise unbearable monotony of her life.

I hate to interrupt her perfect moment.

I can feel the shadows getting thicker around me as I watch her run. With each passing moment the light grows dimmer and I grow stronger. I can keep pace with her effortlessly now, the shadows of the forested lane have entwined her legs to her knees. I can feel the caress of darkness on her shapely legs as though the shadows were my hands, slowly climbing her body.

The sun sinks lower, my shadows climb inexorably up her running, perfect form. I begin to hunger as my darkness reaches her upper thighs. With the merest twinge of effort I force open the arteries in her legs, letting blood flow faster. My shadows have reached her hips now, and I can feel the warmth of her womanhood wrapped in my unrelenting embrace. I can feel the increased blood flow to her sex. I can feel her flesh becoming slightly engorged and I can feel the warm juices begin to flow.

She doesn't notice the growing warmth between her legs, so focused is she on the road that she doesn't feel her body responding to me. My darkness reaches her tight stomach, and I can feel my power making her abdomen clench in primal need. Clothing is no barrier to me, I can feel every pore, every line, every fold of delicate flesh. I use some of my power to slowly caress her swollen lips, causing even more of her warm lubricant to flow.

The shadows reach her breasts, small and perfect against my darkness, she is small of frame, and her bust is perfectly sized to match the rest of her athletic form. As my shadows climb past the mound of her bosom, I can feel my power cupping her breasts, I can feel my touch making her nipples hard and as swollen as her waiting pussy. I can feel her heartbeat, in time with her steps as she races down the last road she will ever see.

Her hands and arms are mine now. I can feel every sinew, every muscle, every bone as she moves her arms like pistons. She is strong, with little fat and much hard muscle. I take a moment to revel in the feel of her 5 foot, 4 inch body under my touch while she remains blissfully unaware. My shadows fall on her shoulders and I can finally wrap myself completely around her, I can finally embrace her with my full power.

She stumbles to a halt, confusion on her face, quickly replaced by need, followed even faster by bewilderment. I hold her there for a moment while she tries to move again. She cannot. My control is too deep now. I refrain from enveloping her face and head, though I am drawn to her fiery red hair, I want her to know what is happening to her.

She struggles. The all do, once they realize that they no longer control their own bodies, but it's far too late. By the time they notice anything is amiss, I already have too much control for them to ever break free. The shadows become tinged in her fear as she discovers the extent of her helplessness, her head cranes back and forth, the only muscles she still has control of are above her shoulders.

She looks down at her legs, then her arms, then she fixates on one hand as she concentrates as hard as she can. I delight in the momentary spark of satisfaction when I clench that hand for her into a fist. I bring her hand up, level with her breasts, lifting just the index finger to point towards the sky. She watches in horror for a moment then tries to draw breath to scream.

I choke off the scream before it can ever reach her throat, then I wag her finger disapprovingly in front of her. her eyes widen in fear, but she swallows and nods. She is well and truly terrified now, but I can do something about that. I send a slight pulse of power through her, jolting her and bringing the need I have so carefully inspired to the forefront of her feelings. Her knees quiver and her hips begin rocking slightly in anticipation. She even licks her lips before remembering to be afraid.

Only then, as she stands alone, wrapped in darkness, quivering with need, do I step out of my shadows. Her eyes grow large with surprise as she gazes on my ghostly pallor and alabaster smooth skin. I am wearing only a long coat and loose fitting jeans, my chiseled chest open to the night, she stares hungrily at me for a moment before remembering what situation she is in.

I stand before her, calm, collected, my white skin glowing in the moonlight. I let her hand drop to her side, then I bow to her in a gentlemanly fashion. The niceties must be observed after all. I force her to match my bow, her head arching back to keep eye contact with me. I smile as she tries to speak, moving one of her fingers to her lips in a childlike shushing motion. 

I gaze into her eyes and move her hands to the drawstring of her running sweats. She deftly unties the knot under my power, then reaches up to slip her fingers under the elastic of her black sports bra. I make her shimmy her hips to drop the pants as I slowly use her arms to pull the bra up off of her breasts. Her bosom falls free as she tosses the bra into the woods. Her perfect nipples bouncing enticingly as she steps out of her pants.

The fear in her eyes is warring with the ever growing need she is feeling from my gentle caress of her soft lips and her hard nipples. She slips her thumbs into the waistband of her tight, pink panties and begins to slowly roll them down off of her hips. No one can be graceful while they step out of tight undergarments, but, under my control, she manages to be just that. I've had a few centuries of practice you know.

She now stands before me, nude but for her shoes, bare to the darkness and my waiting embrace. I step forward, watching her body as I bring her hands to my chest, tracing the lines of my skin with her small fingers. I meet her eyes and she silently pleads with me to stop. I just smile as she quickly unhooks the buttons on my jeans and begins to slide them down my legs.

She pulls my jeans to my knees, freeing all ten inches of my erection from its denim prison. She stares in a mixture of panic and awe as I force her to kneel in front of me. She turns her head to the side, one last act of defiance, as I bring her face closer to my swollen member. I could finish taking control of her, and force her to do what I want, but I don't. I want her to know exactly what is being done to her.

I lay down on my back, my coat forming a small blanket for me to lie on, and I watch the dread in her eyes as I bring her crawling towards me on all fours. I crawl her up my body, letting her breasts linger as they brush my cock, swaying ponderously above me. I make her position herself on top of me, guiding me to her opening with her right hand while she balances on my rock hard chest with her left. She closes her eyes as she begins to feel the tip of me sliding between her waiting lips.

I bring her down slowly, tears streaming from her eyes as her body betrays her in the most complete way. I enter her slowly, marveling in the feel of her velvet folds as they slide over my shaft. I reach the end of her before she reaches the end of me, and I make her force herself down that last inch, stretching her cervix until she arches her back in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

I lay still for a moment, loving the feel of being buried to the hilt in her. Then, when I am sure, I release control of her body. She begins to move on her own, each small shift causing us to move together, bringing a sharp moan from her throat. She is too far gone to stop now, her body is so filled with need that she cannot help but grind her hips into me for a moment before pulling herself slowly off of me. she reaches the tip of me and hesitates. The need she feels warring with her mind as she hovers, with just the head of me still inside her.

I reach my own hands up to gently squeeze her sensitive breasts, and she throws her head back with a howl of animal need, impaling herself on my shaft again. screams tear from her throat as she slams down on me again and again with wild abandon, the heat of her womanhood growing with every thrust. I am matching thrusts with hers now, each time we come together she grinds on me before pulling back to pound me into her again.

I can feel the pressure in her stomach building as she rides my hard cock, her perfect breasts bouncing up and down in the moonlight as she bounces on me. I can feel her growing pleasure as I fill her to the very core. Before long my thrusts grow sloppy and she loses all control of herself, we are fucking with wild abandon and she is loving every minute of it. The pressure builds in her faster and faster until she cannot contain it anymore.

She spills over into orgasm as she grinds down on me one last time, howling her pleasure to the night. I let go and my seed fills her warmth as well, pushing the height of her passion even higher. I take a deep breath, tasting the passion with the hint of fear on the night air as she basks in the afterglow, still impaled on my shaft. I grin to myself and then strike.

So satisfied is she that she barely flinches as my fangs sink into her unsuspecting neck, loosing that most precious of liquids to flow into my waiting mouth. Blood is never so sweet as when it is full of pleasure endorphins, and nothing fills the blood with pleasure like truly magnificent sex. Her life flows from her throat into my mouth where I swallow it eagerly down, feeling her pleasure fill my stomach even as her consciousness fades away.

When it is done I lay her down on the pavement, taking one last admiring gaze at her perfect body, now forever still. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her lifeblood filling my body, bringing me new energy and power. I smile to myself. This had been one of the better ones. She was so well and truly sated by the lovemaking that she died without as much as a whimper, the pleasure in her blood far outweighing the fear.

Most of my brethren don't understand why I let the victim keep awareness as I feed. They don't understand the difference in taste and texture of blood from a screaming murder victim and a sated lover. I do. I often think of the poor souls who go to feed my hunger. and I know I am doing them a service. Had they met another of my kind their last moments would be filled with sorrow and fear, with me they are filled with passion and love.

What farmer has ever been so merciful with his cattle?



Wrapped in Despair



Vampires do not to well under a collar, for we are restless creatures, used to our freedoms. Some of us though, do find a mate who captivates our soul and enslaves us just the same.

The autumn heat drove me to seek the cool waters of the river. Even though it was late in the evening, the moon was shining brightly in the night sky, the air was just starting to lose the warmth of the day. Mist was climbing from the pool and wrapping through the skeletal trees to hang in silken wisps.

The top of my head slowly emerging from the pool as I ascend from the chilled depths of the river, I bring my hands to wipe the water from my face. As the cool air touches my shoulder shivers ripple down my spine. Goosebumps cover my upper body as it leaves the water, twisting and turning, I shake my body like a wild animal, water flying off of me to splash back into the river. My long hair whipping about, it lands clinging to my breasts, as little rivers of water bead and flow over my curves and valleys, I feel the heat of eyes upon me causing a shiver to run down my spine. I scan the banks of the pool looking for the source, nothing but shadows to be seen. Then movement as a dark form moves from within them. 

I breathe the air deeply, his scent a ghost on the cool evening air. His gaze burns over my flesh as the fire in his eyes deepen. My body responds to primal emotions, my nipples harden, as my chest rises and falls. My bottom lip trembling against my lowering fangs, nails lengthen to razor sharp talons. The huntress being stalked, vulnerable prey, I can feel the strength of his powers. 

As he moves closer to the bank of the river, my mouth opens as a started cry breaks the silence. I know the one blocking my escape from the water. I follow his dark gaze as it runs from me to the pile of my clothing crumpled at his feet. I wade towards the shoreline his unnatural beauty drawing me closer. The only imperfection was the way the wind had tousled his dark wavy hair. His unbidden voice echoes in my head, taunting me "Do you really think you can run?" 

Water cascades over my hips and thighs as I continue to climb from the pool. Refusing to show any weakness I come out of the water before him. Standing in front of him, my naked body kissed by sparkles of moonlight as it reflects off droplets. I lift my eyes hold his in challenge, my heart pounding as if to escape my chest. My feet find the soft solidness of the grassy bank. 

I turn and quickly lunge for my clothes, yet before I can grasp them, I feel his hand close around a thick lock of my hair. My head snaps back, body following as his wrist snaps, throwing me to the ground. Looking down at me sprawled against the grass, growling, fangs glint dangerously. Intense eyes greedily travel down my body, stopping at the vee of my legs, his will pushing them open, as I fight to keep them close together. 

Trying to push myself from the ground, as he nears me his eyes capture mine, my arms give way and I fall back again, as he mentally pushes me to the ground. Closing my eyes I call within myself, fighting the mind control he is using, our wills battling against each other. This time regaining my feet, I move back swiftly before he can reach out to grab me once again. Snarling before he pounces, I stumble over a fallen tree limb in my rush to escape. Grabbing my wrists, holding me as I fall to my knees, He leans in to whisper against my ear," you will beg for me to take you before this moon fades." 

Quickly lashing a leather cord and binding my wrists, he walks a few steps away then tugs at it. I fall forward caught of balance, and he begins to drag my naked body over the grass to a stand of trees. The rough ground burns my soft skin as I struggle to lift myself, I can feel grass and rock bite into my tender flesh, bruising, slashing. 

The leather sings as it is whipped through the air and over a high branch. My arms lift first, then my body. Lifted till only the tips of my toes feel the ground below, dangling from the tree, captive and unable to fight.

I feel his chilled breathe upon me as he caresses my belly, up between my breasts. Drawing his nail over my right breast, a thin ruby trail appears, and he bends licking the tiny droplets. Sliding his leg between mine, I clasp them together tightly trying to keep him from opening them. Feeling his teeth close over the tiny wound ripping it open more, I scream out as the pain flares through my whole breast, slowly releasing my flesh, he looks up at me as he licks my blood from his lips as he smirks at me, "Still wish to fight even though you will lose." 

Shaking his head, he moves behind me, suddenly heat radiates from my ass as his hand strikes against it the clapping sound of skin striking skin echoes in the clearing as I scream into the night. Again he slips his knee between my thighs pushing my legs apart, as I squirm to close them. The only warning is the sound his hand makes as it swooshes through the air, landing with a loud smack, as his fingertips curl catching the swell of my ass cheek, a deep moan escapes my lips as the dampness between my legs spreads. Fingers torment my reddened flesh and I clench the beaten muscles as he tries to slide his hand between my legs. 

Growling his displeasure, I feel him move away from me. The snap of green wood breaking fills my ears, whistling, as it slashes through the air. Finding its mark, angry welts raise, as my tortured cries fall upon deaf ears. The sound of the branch swishing through the air as he was bringing the switch down filled my ears as he continued to lash my ass, back and legs. Wanting only to escape me was bucking and writhing, pulling against the leather thong holding my arms, cutting into my wrists. My whimpers and pleas being drowned out by the crack of the makeshift crop, screams turn to moans as the pain slowly turns to pleasure. My body hangs limp as his hands glide over the criss cross pattern of the crude switch, awakening their sting, admiring my delicate skin as it bares his mark. I can feel his tongue dart out and lick the tiny tears. 

Roughly sliding his hand between my legs I weakly open them as he feels my arousal, stroking my wet and hot mound, "Beg my pretty vamp. Beg to be mine." He whispers as he leans in, "Tell me you will serve me as my slave. Tell me who your Master is."

I push my hips towards him in offering, "No, I wish to hear the words," he snarls. Jutting my chin forward I hold my lips closed, my eyes flare with rebellion, as I refuse to submit. "Silly little fool, you only make this harder on you,"

Reaching above my head a blade slices through the cord, and he catches my body in his strong arms as it falls free. I struggle but his arms hold me tightly as he carries me toward a high flat rock. Setting me upon it, he reaches into my mind, my body uncurls laying with my tummy against the cool stone. Try as I may I cannot fight, weakened by the whipping, my will no match for his. My legs fall open off the end of the rock as my arms droop forward over the front. Even though no earthly binds touch me, I am bound as tightly as if they did, the strength of his thoughts keeping me from breaking free. Gently running his hands through my silken tresses, then grasping a handful, he raises my head to look deep into my eyes as he speaks, "I will own you, all of you. That lovely mouth, your body, your mind, everything that you are shall be mine." 

Standing in front of me, undoing his pants, I watch as he pulls his hardening cock from within. The head sneaking passed the top of his hand as he closes it round stroking the thick shaft. He pulls my hair hard mercilessly to lift my head, as I open my mouth to scream, as I feel it ripping from my scalp, he slides his hardening length inside. Rocking his hips, I feel the shaft glide over my lips as he holds my head. Long plunging strokes push the head deep within my throat, choking off my whimpers. As he continues to use my mouth, my eyes opening wide in terror, watching as he unclasps the cat'o'nines that hangs from his belt. Leather trails over my skin and I tremble as I feel them lift off, knowing the blows to come will cut my flesh and weaken my resolve further, yet deep inside part of me wants the pain, knowing that it will fill a primal hunger, a hunger that cannot be eased.

The flogger and his hips working together, every driving plunge fills my throat as the flogger lands with cruel accuracy upon my body. The thin leather strips hiss as they catch the tender skin of my back, my ass. The thin tips of leather falling between my spread legs, biting the wet flesh, causing my pussy to tighten unable to stop it, heat floods between my legs as my juices flow, my ass squirming as the whip continues to strike. Tears flow over my cheeks as he pulls from my mouth, and I lay my head against the cool stone softly moaning. Quickly he moves to the other end of his makeshift altar, running his hands over my welted flesh, bringing the heated pain to the surface and roughly slipping between the moist folds. One hand finds and starts to rub my swollen nub as fingers from his other hand slip into my warm sheath. He roughly fills me with his fingers stretching my swollen pussy, stoking me, until I am on the verge of climax, then stops abruptly. I throw my head back roaring as the crystal sharp pain of unreleased passion builds. 

Grasping my hips he drives himself into me, taking me fully onto him. I scream as he fills my wet pussy, using me harshly, grinding my mound onto the coarse stone. I feel his huge cock stretching me, I begin to pulse around him and again he stops before I explode. Holding himself still inside me, I try to wiggle and gain my own release, but he leans his weight upon me stopping me. 

"Say you are mine," he whispers. "Say you belong to me, that I own you." 

My moans drift through the night, wanting my torment to end, I raise my head. "Aye, I am yours," I sob, "I am yours to use as you will." 

He starts to slam into me again, his hips slap against my ass, nails digging into my hips as he pushes into my depths. Long deep strokes, sliding in and out of my wetness, I push against him wanting all of him. He pulls back teasing my entrance with his thick head, then shoves it in deeply, relishing in my cries. Taunting me with slower paces bring me closer to orgasm then speeding up as I begin to tighten round him. As I begin to pulse over his shaft, my body convulsing onto him he grows rigid, exploding inside me, throwing me over the edge of desire. My body shakes violently, and as my body gives itself to its new Master, I feel the cool touch of a steal collar, as it closes round my neck. 

Picking me up and cradling me within his arms, soft kisses cover my lips. The warm moisture as his lips open over my neck bringing a soft moan to my lips that is never heard. Instead it is drawn so deeply with in me as sharp fangs tear into my neck the intense pain fires straight to my heart, everything centering there, hovering in a heartbeat. His arms wrapping around me tightly, as he feeds deeply from my torn flesh, my body shuddering upon him, pain and pleasure, death and life, flashing as my head falls limply, eyes fluttering closed. As my heartbeat fades and my body melts against him he retracts his fangs gently licking the open wound pushing the raged edges together sealing them.  Loosening his grip, he brings his hand to his wrist, growling as he plunges his razor sharp nail into his own flesh. Ripping an opening before lifting it to my death softened lips, he pushes his wrist against them, forcing me to feed from him. As elder blood fills my mouth, coldness fills me, lifetimes cascade through my mind as despair enslaves me, holding me to him as my body twitches violently as the change passes over me. Pulling his wrist from my lips, the skin pulling together to heal instantaneously, he closes his arms around me, embracing me in his powerful arms.

He murmurs against my neck. "You are mine forever more my little pet." 



Wrapped Up In Blue



Chandra opened to door for Mitch wearing a blue silk robe. Her hair was pulled up off her neck. Her throat and chest were bare, framed with the "V" of the blue silk, which brought out the rich hues in her caramel toned skin.

Mitch took in the sight of her. He enjoyed the way the robe covered yet revealed Chandra's small frame.

"Come in," she said.

Mitch's shoulder brushed Chandra's as he walked past. She inhaled his cologne, sexy and extremely male. She turned to lock the door. Mitch came up behind her, slide his hands around her waist then pulled her into him, making her aware of his arousal. He rubbed his palms up Chandra's sides, kissed her neck then let his fingertips caress the outside curve of her breast. His face nuzzled into her neck. Mitch licked up to her ear.

"God, I've missed you," he whispered while his hands moved back down over her hips.

Chandra sighed and melted into him.

"Let's go into your room. I have something for you."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that."

Mitch scooped her up into his arms in one smooth motion and carried her off to the bedroom. She kissed him. Her fingers ran up into his hair on the short walk to her bedroom. He sat her down on the floor then sat down on the bed.

"What have you got for me?"

"Hold on," he smiled.

Mitch undid the sash of the robe. He placed both hands on Chandra's bare stomach, his fingers spread wide, pushing the fabric further back. He leaned in and kissed her navel. Mitch used his tongue to swirl around it before reaching up to push the robe all the way off. Mitch's hands and eyes moved up and down Chandra's body, caressing every inch.

"I love your body," he said. He stroked the back of his hand on her mound. Chandra moved and pushed her hips forward.

"Give me your hands," Mitch instructed.

Chandra held them out to him, palms up. Mitch removed a silken rope from his jacket pocket and slipped it around Chandra's wrists. He made a few quick movements and when he stopped Chandra's hands were firmly tied together. "Oh!" she said with giddy surprise.

Mitch walked to the head of the bed.

Mitch's voice was stern when he said, "Lie down."

Chandra complied. Mitch secured the rest of the rope to the intricate iron headboard then sat beside her. He traced his fingertips over her lips then kissed them, small lingering pecks. Chandra responded by opening her lips in invitation of Mitch's tongue. His tongue danced over hers, explored her mouth until her kiss grew hungry. Chandra attempted to reach for Mitch but the ropes halted her. She groaned in frustration. Mitch smiled down at her then kissed her forehead.

Mitch pushed himself off the bed and began removing his suit jacket. Chandra lifted her head to watch every move. She smiled as more of him was revealed. He used slow deliberate motions to remove his shirt then shuck off his pants and underwear. Chandra's eyes fell to his crotch.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes. Right here." She spread her legs and brought her knees up.

Mitch rubbed his cock. His large masculine hands wrapped around his shaft. Each stroke brought his foreskin up over his head. Chandra and Mitch watched each other. The atmosphere became charged with their anticipation for each other. 

"You should feel how wet you're making me," Chandra said.

She spread her legs as far as she could then waited for Mitch to climb between them. He continued to stroke his cock, only now he was inches away from Chandra's pussy. She tried to move down closer to him but the rope held her back.

"I want you to touch me," she pleaded.

Without hesitation Mitch placed the head of his cock between Chandra's most lips. She moaned. Mitch moved the head lower to tease around her hole. He watched her juices gleaming on the head. He sat back on his heels to rub her pussy juice into his cock. He eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he indulged briefly in the sensation of her all over him.

"I have to taste you," he whispered.

Mitch pushed her knees back into the bed and licked her slowly with a relaxed tongue from her asshole to her clit. He lapped up her wetness and paused intermittently to suck on her swollen clit. Mitch watched Chandra's face. He saw in her eyes how much she enjoyed his attention. He slipped two fingers inside her. Chandra squired and her breathing turned to quick pants. Mitch could feel she was close to climax. In response he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

"That's it, sweetie. Come for me."

Chandra moved to force his fingers deeper as she began to come. She cried out to him for more as her pussy tightened around his fingers. Her pussy pulsated rapidly as she moaned. Chandra's reflexes caused her to tug at the silken ropes. Her struggling movements stopped when her orgasm subsided.

Mitch surveyed her body. Chandra's nipples were tight and hard, looking like they needed some attention. He kissed his way up to them. He used his tongue first then closed his mouth around them. Mitch sucked her nipples until he drew a moan out of Chandra at which time he bit down into one. Chandra called out then giggled.

"Like that huh?"

"I do but I'd like you inside me more."

Mitch held himself up in a push up position so they both could see his cock hovering above her pussy.

"Tell me where you want it," he said, making eye contact with her.

"In my pussy. I want you so badly right now. Please...fuck me."

Mitch smiled then eased inside her. Chandra's hips lifted. They both moaned. Chandra stretched to gain access to Mitch's mouth. He met her half way then kissed her. Their kiss grew more passionate as Mitch deepened his penetration. Chandra sucked his lower lip. She squeezed Mitch with her pussy.

"Roll over on your side," Mitch said.

Chandra rolled over carefully to remain engaged with Mitch. Her arms stretched awkwardly above her head but the penetration was deep like this. Mitch increased her pleasure by rubbing her clit. His thrusts were slow and teasing then built into a forceful and deliciously aggressive ramming. The sound of Mitch's hips colliding with Chandra's ass mixed with the sound of their heavy breathing and moaning. Mitch got to his knees between Chandra's legs. He was balls deep inside her. He held her ass cheek and a breast while his cock reached the depth of her pussy.

"You like me fucking you?"

"Yes. You're so hard. Yes."

Mitch gazed into Chandra's face. He watched the way her arms were tense above her head and how the redness had grown around her wrists. He smiled.

"I want you to come with me," Mitch said.

He made his thrusts slow but hard and deep. Chandra could not hold back her exclamations of pleasure. Mitch lowered his weight down on top of Chandra so he could kiss her. 

He whispered in her ear, "Come on my cock you sexy bitch. Come on. Gimme that cum." With each urging he thrust harder. "Let me feel that cum run down my balls while I fuck my tight pussy. It's mine right? That's my pussy?"

Chandra's voice was caught by her breaths and her moans but eventually she let out a loud confirming, "Yes". Her voice was throaty and animalistic as her orgasm rocked her body and shook her limbs. Mitch had to work to hold her in place beneath him while he pumped inside of her pussy throughout her orgasm.

"Good girl," he praised. Mitch stroked her body all over until his own orgasm brought him down on top of her.

Chandra felt his body jerk when she made attempts to squeeze his softening cock with her pussy. He was still for a long moment before he started kissing her neck and shoulder. Drowsily, he rolled away from her then began to untie the rope. Immediately Chandra rolled toward him. Her hands reached for him to rub his arms, grab hold of his shoulders and stroke into his hair. The feel of him awakened her arousal.

She moaned then said, "Finally."



Wrapping Her Dreams



It's difficult to be what I am, you never know with whom you will end up in bed. Feeling all those strange bodies, but with her it was different, completely different. The soft touch of her hands, the silky sensation of her skin and the smooth caress of her lips made me forget about my duty and swept me out like in a dream.

The first time she touched me... I can't forget. I fell in love with her eyes, and she did so with my touch. It was like a magic connection between both of us without caring for his presence. I walked in with him at that fancy suite, inside the hotel located in the south part of the city. She wasn't expecting me at all, in fact she didn't have a clue I was going to show up at any minute.

First he gave her some presents, some kisses and some lusty sights. It was not until he thought she was ready for the big, big moment that he opened the closet to take me out and introduce me to her. I still can see her surprised face, the way she looked at me, the way she was even afraid to get close to us. But he melted her with a tender, sweet and confident smile saying: "Isn't it what you asked for, in one of your fantasies?" And she just gave her assent with a nod.

He opened a bottle of champagne, and made a toast to that special and unique night we were all about to share. She only smiled, took a drink and her eyes were again over my body still wrapped with a fancy cloth. He was waiting for her to break the ice, to take a seat, to do something so all of us could be more comfortable, and then he realized he needed to leave us alone, maybe without his presence she would start talking or maybe try to get close to me, and not stay standing at the other side of the suite. "Ok, I'm going to take a shower", and she again just nodded. 

He walked into the bath room, and finally she approached to me, still frightened and in silence, trying to touch me for the very first time. I could see she was also curious, her hands were warm, soft, delicate, and with the first caress over my smoothness she finally smiled at me as a sign of approval. That first touch, that first contact made us feel as one; she could not believe what my gifts could do to her. 

When she was making me lay on the king sized bed, he appeared behind her, and stared at us, smiling, happy, satisfied with the view: Finally she had succumbed to my sensuality. "I can see you like the present", he said when she was spreading me all over the bed as if she wanted me to cover the whole mattress. She stopped her duty and stepped back to the floor. She was ashamed, he caught her doing something she wanted to do in private, so later she could return the surprise. He walked to the mattress and grasped her waist with his hands "Don't be silly... It's your present, and I really want you to enjoy it, I want you both to enjoy this special moment".

Finally I got to hear her voice, her lovely, melodious and sexy voice "But I didn't want you to see me like that... I want to get use to it, so then we can both lay in bed with..." and he didn't let her finish, he kissed her deeply and long, a kiss I was hoping to feel pretty soon. They embraced in a passionate and frantic kiss, their hands were running all over their backs, his were running down to her ass, and hers were running down front to his belt. Then I knew we were about to start with our assignment. Just to see the way they were kissing each other, the way their bodies were reacting to their caresses, to their desire, to their love, made me wish to be one of them, to be part of their bodies, to be part of their clothes which were falling down piece by piece. First her panties, then his shirt, later his belt, after it her shoes, and with half bodies still covered they finally joined me in bed.

His hands were fast and tender at the same time, as he was hungry for her skin, thirsty for her lust, greedy for her lips, anxious for her sex...And she was just smiling, looking at him and trying to touch me with one of her hands; her feet and legs were already in deep contact with me, rubbing over my skin, letting me cover them with my caresses while he was still playing with her breasts. Her hands landed over me, both, and her fingers started to play with me, igniting my passion, turning on my desire to feel her complete (?) over me, desiring to sense her bare skin from head to toes over my velvet body.

He took off her blouse, and I saw and felt her back, her chest and part of her breasts, but I had to wait for him to have his pleasure first. Meanwhile, I was already caressing her round and firm ass, trying to slip a part of my anatomy between her thighs which were already dripping from the center, making me wet, as wet as she was, as hungry as she was, as horny as she was. Her movements turned me on more and more, I didn't know for a moment if it was my caresses and touches that made her move that way, or if it was him, because she started to rub her ass with me, she started to snuggle her body against mine, she started to pinch me and rub me faster and harder with her hands, like if she was asking me for more kisses, more rubbing and more lustfulness.

We were all naked, moving over the mattress, his caresses, her rubbing and my touches were mixed together, I could feel his strong manhood and her wet womanhood against my body, she could feel my soft skin and his hairy body over hers, he could feel my smooth touch and her sweaty skin next to his, just as they wanted we were just one, we were one whole desire, one whole dream, one whole fantasy. And mine was completed too, I always wanted to belong just to one person, and that night I discovered she was that person.

I belonged to her, I was her slave, I was her own. She possessed me, she owned me, she was my mistress and I didn't care if I had to share her with others, as long as she always took me to bed with her, and let me be a part of her dreams, of her adventures, of her life.

He took her from the back, approaching her hips to his pubis and I got the chance to caress her breasts, to feel her hard nipples over me, she went crazy, moaning, screaming and yelling, bending down her chest to rub her breasts over my skin, to feel how I was able to caress them, to rub them, to touch them while he was inside her, while his knees were over me too, while I was under both of them. Then she bit me, her lips finally touched me, her tongue was at last over me, I could feel her warm, sweet and caring lips over my skin. She was completely wild, her hands were pressing me, grasped my body, and her lips sucked me into her mouth.

The night was stunning, they ended up embraced to each other, I was over them, covering their naked and trembling bodies, trying to give them some warmth, and their hands were still caressing me, they never forgot me, as some others had done before. I could find out they really desired me that night, they really enjoyed my presence and my company, just as I enjoyed them.

Now, he is gone. He went back with his family, and she went back home with her loneliness. I know this because a couple of nights I got the chance to dry her tears, to swallow them and taste them. I'm still with her, but I don't get to see her very often, just in special moments, in those special nights she wants to share me with her companion. It's not easy to be what I am... just a simple pair of red satin sheets which will keep her deep secrets and wrap her in dreams.