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Ribbons

By: Nellskitchen



I

Mirrors should be banned, I thought, tilting my head slightly to one side. They're awake, you know, and exist to torment women who appear too fat, too short, too tall, too...anything.

Each should be seized, in on-going raids by some would-be federal agency, a Department of Imagery or something, which if it doesn't already exist, ought to be mandated by Congress to protect females everywhere.

But there it was and here I was, pausing to review an afternoon's handiwork, scrutinizing the depraved thing's reflections. 

Still though, I was always a little wary of the delicate kinship I had with my own likeness, knowing even on a good day, a day like this one when I was satisfied with what I saw, it could turn against me in a heartbeat. Such are the ways of reflections.

Surprisingly, and unlike so many other times when I had stood in the shadow of its intimidating gaze, it was being reasonably courteous today; concealing its bullying self and showing a genial side which left me confident that hair, makeup, nails and even apron were in good order - ready.

I ran my hands over the satin of the apron to cup the fullness of my breasts, slightly tender, anticipating the period which I needed deferred another two days. Gently squeezing them together, I thought the reprieve unlikely. Cautiously kneading one against the other, I narrowed the parting cleavage, in effect merging the two objects into one double-nippled boob.

Interesting thought; having one boob might simplify things. Changing my mind, I dropped my hands away and tipped the Chanel bottle, feeling liquid, cool against my thumb which I ran carefully down the reconstituted furrow between my breasts.

The pink nipples become taut with eagerness and I considered how curious it all was; how efficiently he fit into that sensual valley.

My thoughts drew back to the first time he had spilled there, how I had lain nervously on my back, his sperm following the path of gravity, presenting me with my first pearl necklace. So sweet of him.

Messy though. His gift had rained onto my chest and over both shoulders, dripping in seconds onto the crisp sheets. 

But it was all right; afterward I mopped the sticky fluid with white cotton panties, presenting them to him as a special gift. He liked that and I smiled as I thought of men and how they loved making messes - which we got to clean up. My mirror image winked at me as if in support.

My eyes wandered, their attention turning to my ear as I carefully fastened the second white-gold jacket, part of a set he had surprised me with a year ago on our sixth anniversary. Watching its twinkle, I whispered to myself, 'how pretty'. Everything seemed in place.

II

Keys. It was him fumbling about outside the door, escaping Friday's wrath, a swarming surf which left him covered with barnacles that would cling for hours afterward, dictating his mood. I'd have to intervene.

I didn't require much for myself mind you; a smile would do and despite the remnants of the day's ire, his smile tonight was nice; warmer and more inviting than expected. His happiness was so important. I could tell he was glad to be out of the rat race of the vacillating markets that both drove and frustrated him.

"Hi sweetheart," I said, stepping toward him confidently. We planted two perfectly-timed kisses; first his, with one on my forehead, a second, mine, landing straight on his lips. 

The first, his, lingered a moment - not long -- and contained something extra, something I liked. Loving him meant enjoying his touch. It had always been so.

"Mmm...that's a nice greeting, Mr. Wall Street," I whispered, lifting my apron to display his personal version of MySpace. "Would you like a more detailed tour?" 

"I think I just had one." He smiled as his face brightened and he ran his hand between my legs. His fingers slipped into my wetness.

"There's more if you care to taste," I murmured sensuously.

"Yes, about the rest of that..." he ventured, taking my hand in his and whirling me in a leisurely pirouette. Turning my head, I watched as his eyes traced my premeditated nudity.

"Do you like?"

"Now I remember why I missed you so much today," he said. 

"So? Do you?"

"Do I like beautiful women wearing nothing but aprons and heels?"

I was insistent now. "Do you?"

"You're kidding, of course. Very much so," he conceded, pulling me close by gently tugging my nipples. 

"And you said naked women?" I reminded, mildly scoffing him.

"Woman...is what I meant," he corrected, retreating behind the singular.

"I see."

With hair up, makeup in place, and devoid of attire excepting a black faux half-apron and Gladiator sandals, I handed him his cherished gimlet. Then, standing on tiptoes to reach him, I flicked my tongue along the underside of his earlobe, adding, "I'm glad you missed me today." I touched my finger to his cheek, and reverting to wifeliness, added, "Supper's in half an hour."

III

He got a kick out of the setting, which accounted for my tendency to recreate it. It made life interesting and for this man, interesting was good, especially when interesting happened at home, with me.

He had a thing for incongruity, peculiar in a way for a stock analyst and today he unexpectedly found me a cross between elegance, and practical, preparing his dinner complete with diamonds, perhaps interpreting them as if the two parallel wifely roles were seemingly incompatible dramas. Knowing they naturally intersected, I left it alone and observed with interest as his all-consuming eyes swiftly assembled the obvious pieces of the puzzle I had conjured for the evening.

"They're standing on end tonight," he observed, sipping his drink before lightly brushing my right nipple with the chilly tumbler. "I like that."

"Oooo," I responded, recoiling bashfully, relishing the tingle which instantly registered its signal to my clit.

I silently returned to him, brushing the tips of my breasts against his soft shirt which I unbuttoned after efficiently removing his tie, all the while moving against his crotch with my undulating pelvis. Feeling him respond, before turning away I whispered, "Just making sure everything's working." 

I had found myself troubled these past months, and wondered whether we might not be approaching a decisive stage in our marriage, the one where he starts looking for something else. Just a feeling really; I had little to go on.

A chilling installment in any married woman's life, from time to time, I noticed his gaze in search mode, as he stole a glance at the behind of a passing waitress or at that lady cop, whose own roaming eye betrayed her excessively official demeanor. A condition common to all males, it potently displayed the dangers of a wife's complacency.

Serving him topless, I waited until he had put down his fork down to tell him. With a suggestion of anticipation in my voice, I peered across the table and with interlocking fingers delicately supporting my chin, leaned forward and murmured, "Marcel, pack an overnight bag. Tomorrow we're taking a trip."

"And just where are we headed?" he queried, knowing it was only marginally likely he'd receive a straight answer. 

"A little mystery is good," I replied demurely. "Anyway, you don't have to know everything." He didn't argue.

IV

I withheld the secret of our destination even as we left early the following morning, choosing instead to reveal bits of the unknown in the form of directions as we approached a turn here or a highway exit there.

And he was so patient with me, never once pressuring for an exact purpose to it all, but instead trusting I would eventually take him someplace special.

He spotted them even before we left, that much I knew. But since he wasn't the kind of man to presume things, he didn't acknowledge them, at least not directly. And it wasn't the ponytails, you understand, though he did get a kick out of them as well.

"You know, I always liked your hair like that," he remarked, not taking his eyes from the road.

Suggestively leaning my head, I reached back and tugged first one, then the other. "Oh, you mean these?" I asked, feigning naïveté.

"Yes, those," he responded firmly, smiling and briefly glancing over at me now. "It's been a while since I've seen you in tails."

It had been a while, nearly two years and we both knew it wasn't the style of my hair that interested him. It was the narrow black velvet ribbons which held it in place.

"I've been naughty and negligent, sweetheart, but you know I never forget."

"I'm glad about that," he responded, a little doubtingly. "Are you going to tell me where we're going, Alanna?"

"Not yet hon, but take this next right."

The sign said the rest: "Harper's Castle -- 7 miles".

V

Originally built in the 1890's, the old mansion had been converted to a comfortable resort for New Yorkers seeking escape. Driving slowly down the narrow road leading to the main entrance, we gazed in awe as the imposing stone complex, surrounded by lush, perfectly manicured grounds, came into view. 

Renoir's Oarsmen at Chatou, I thought as I took in the blue lake, its boats silently plying glistening waters while couples wandered hand in hand along the banks; where time slowed, and where I was determined he experience something special, something that would mark this anniversary worthy of remembering.

We spent the afternoon sauntering some, kissing some and at some point, alone in some elevator, he reached from behind me and slipped some hands under some welcoming breasts.

As I felt his fingers squeeze my nipples, I knew he would have taken things further, like that time at the Brooklyn warehouse, but the elevator interrupted, stopping abruptly, its doors opening a little faster than expected and exposing our compromising position to the view of half a dozen agreeably astonished women. Their spontaneous ovation, though more than faintly embarrassing, proved one of the charms of our visit.

It was all a part of a game, one played off and on since we first met. Unfulfilled elevator foreplay always left us hungry, wanting immediate sex. I was positive the ladies, the ones standing outside the elevator door, were a little seasoning thrown in by the Fates to satisfy our exhibitionistic needs. 

VI

As evening settled over the lake, we sat together enjoying the view from our private balcony. Holding hands and sipping chardonnay, we watched the shimmering light dancing on the water as the sky's blue deepened and faded to black.

Admittedly, I found alcohol an erotic trigger as it loosened both mind and body to float beside his, leaving me convinced that being slightly looped was a good thing.

Warmly searching his soft eyes, I asked, "Marcel, can we do a love bath?"

The room had an exquisite tub, observably intended for more than relaxation and surrounded by mirrors. It was large, capable of holding four, but tonight there wouldn't be four. Just us, I thought, recalling that single occasion when a surprising visitor to our marriage bed had fleetingly shocked the senses.

"A bath, yes, I would like that," he responded instantly; this from an almost Spartan man who allowed himself few pleasures.

It had started that very first weekend. Not the first night, mind you, as I didn't have the nerve just then. But by the second, with the barriers dividing our sexualities fast dissolving, we found ourselves together in the big shower where he had taken me from behind with a powerful thrust and from that delicious moment to this, the comfort of water had played a part in our secret world, providing a consoling place to enjoy each other.

There was another, deeper reason I sought after the warmth of the bath. Simply put, it was an effective ploy for getting this uneasy and sometimes edgy man to relax enough to let me in; into that hidden place which, given a careful approach, he derived exceptional pleasure from.

"I'll start the water," I said, strolling out of the room, stripping away blouse and bra as I walked. "Be right back."

I returned with my half-empty wine glass, sporting black satin tap pants which for some mystifying reason he adored, and black Caravaggio pumps whose T-straps never failed to attract. Oh, and of course the black satin ribbons in my hair. 

His eyes lovingly wandered my scarcely adorned figure. Slightly self-conscious as wives are apt to be, I had to ask, "Do you still like what you see my darling?" 

Allowing his eyes to roam his prey, they eventually refocused like lasers between my legs, and his smile turned sober. "Drop the pants," he ordered.

"Yes sir!" I responded, snapping to a deferential salute. Carefully, but slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and ran them forward till they met at my navel, where I hesitated.

"Show me," he commanded.

Still hooking the band, I pulled at the front of my pants, briefly revealing my shaven sex before allowing the elastic to flick back into place.

"She's pretty," he observed. "Now pull them down. All the way this time."

I tugged, allowing the flimsy pants to fall to my ankles and awaited further orders.

"Kick them away. Turn around - slowly," he dictated. "Show me your ass."

Our eyes remaining locked. As instructed I lifted first one foot, then the other, at last elevating the pants onto my toe, where I allowed them to linger as if a swinging pendulum, before kicking them away.

"Come here," he whispered, pointing to the place in front of him. A single forward step left my waiting vagina inches from his face as he sat comfortably in the big leather chair.

"Turn around. I need to see more."

"How much more?"

"A lot more. Open your legs. Bend all the way. Show me."

Submissively, I bent forward, slightly at first, my hands on my thighs for support. I felt his sturdy fingers grasp my buttocks, which he spread widely; revealing places that I had promised from the start would always be open to him.

Keeping my legs straight and without a whimper of objection, I lowered my head and with my hands now replacing his, I spread my cheeks for him.

"Bend more," he insisted. "Your ankles; grab them." He was even more demanding now.

I couldn't help being amused; so typically male, wanting every secret aperture in full view. Peeking around my slightly parted legs, I smiled invitingly and moved fingers to my vaginal lips, dipping into myself, wetting the tips before sucking them into my mouth.

"I'm soaking. Is that what you had in mind darling?" I asked. "Does that turn you on?"

"I think you have the idea," he said in a low but firm whisper. "It's a hell of a good start, Laney."

I smiled. "The bath is nearly ready and it's time you got naked, gorgeous," I said, bending from the waist to unbuckle my heels.

The mood was in place now, and with candlelight having replaced the fading glow of the setting sun, it was time. Our time.

He slipped out of his clothes and holding out his hand, guided me to the bathroom. A moment later, as he stepped into the big tub, he turned and held out his hand. Relying on his remarkable strength I steadied myself, joining him in the water. With eyes locked together, we lowered ourselves, gradually becoming used to the engaging warmth.

Once assured of his comfort, I commenced what I had brought him here to fulfill; the ritualistic replay of passion, a fetish which held us in sexual place more forcefully than any religious vow or conjugal law. Long an obsession, keeping his peculiar fascinations within our marriage had grown into a mania as I wanted to fully understand why his sexuality involved replays, which inevitably become more and more elaborate, and never went away. 

Obsessions. There were two kinds wandering his fertile brain; the ones I knew and the ones I didn't. Comfortable with the first, the second concerned me. I used the first to expose the second and laughed to myself, thinking back to my friend Valerie, remembering she once remarked, "I know all Gary's fetishes." 

"No, you don't," I had snapped almost off-handedly, watching the self-confidence drain from her face. I should have been more tactful but the possibility had obviously never occurred to her. I couldn't be that naïve.

VII

The bath was hot at the beginning, and its radiating steam caused sweat to run from our bodies, but we remained perfectly still, watching each other like a mongoose might a cobra, each ready to pounce.

I struck first. "Stand, darling," I directed, seizing the moment's titillating high ground.

He stood, water dripping down his long legs and leaned back against the tub's mirrored surround. Watching his perfect form emerge from the water I couldn't help thinking that half the women I knew, myself included, would die to own such legs.

Propping myself onto my knees I took a bar of soap and began to lather his body, starting with his feet, slowly working upwards, but deliberately avoiding more sensitive areas. 

"Do you like that, sweetheart? Can you feel how close I am to your cock?" I asked, glancing up at him lovingly while raking finely polished nails across his chest. 

My words and benign etchings excited him, or at least his swollen shaft made it appear so. And the bath water had had its desired effect as earlier, snug and drawn up close to his body, the heat had caused his testicles to dangle loosely in their sack.

My washcloth found its way there and lingering, I thoroughly rinsed him. Grasping his testicles firmly, I warmed the delicate objects with the cloth. I knew he was pleased, as he moaned softly with delight and I thought back to the first performance of this purifying rite, when Marcel had unexpectedly whispered something to me. "My geisha," he had said.

A peculiar comment, I had thought then, but with time I came to appreciate the assurance that came with it; that he looked to me for what other men might slink around corners to obtain. In an odd sort of way, the remark had secured our intimacy and I found myself wanting to please him all the more. 

Love changes sex. My previous partners hadn't meant that much to me and I hadn't cared if they left, but with him it was different. I was in love with him and wanted him to stay, always, so my hands took their business more seriously.

Marcel's body suited me. I don't know why, but I liked that he wasn't circumcised and his thickness and the power of his thrusts took my breath away. When he penetrated me, I enjoyed the feeling of fullness that came with our physical joining. He opened me and at the summit of passion explored my mouth with his tongue, my rectum with his finger and my cunt with his penis.

Looking up at him now, I soaped my hands to a froth. His half-glazed eyes focused on mine as I worked the suds into his scrotum. "Do you want me to play like this?" I asked rhetorically, moving onto his slippery penis. It was a little practice I had grown fond of, in the process almost always bringing him close to ejaculation. 

Moving my hands softly under his sack, I continued wryly, "I want to be sure my favorite things are completely clean, you understand."

I gently kneaded his testicles, carefully drawing them down and away from his body, pleasuring him by lengthening his scrotum. From one to the other, I massaged them, savoring that sustained look of bliss I so enjoyed seeing on his face. Dropping his head back, he moaned, my signal to continue. 

Naturally, he knew what was happening, but adding a dicey twist, I searched there, gently slipping a finger into his inviting butt. 

He lurched forward, surprised by the unexpected invasion of pleasure's Grand Central. It had been a while - bad wife, I thought. Yet despite his reaction, he didn't push me away and having successfully wandered this far, I nudged deeper.

Like most men, Marcel found penetration almost extraterrestrial. Women's work, I thought, feeling a touch more satisfaction in his erotic twinge than I probably should have.


Ribbons



"So, what did you have in mind?" you ask with a coy smile.

I thought about the evening out from which we just returned. The kids were away for the night. We had been flirting and teasing each other all night, and I could feel the sexual tension between us. I knew you could feel it too. I could see it in the way you had been looking at me. In the way you slowly unbuttoned your heavy coat when we walked through the door, one button at a time, watching me until it was open and you let it drop to a chair. In the way you stretched your arms behind you, pulling your shoulders back and pressing your breasts against your dress and revealing the skin of your upper chest. In the way you put your hand on my chest and gave me a gentle kiss before walking to our bedroom. I watched you walk away, hypnotized by your subtle sway, and felt my heart pound as you glanced over your shoulder, your eyes smoldering.

I stood in the doorway. You looked at me for a moment, and then looked away and let me watch as you slipped off your shoes. I moved to you and let my hand graze your shoulder. I asked, "Do you realize the power you have over me?" I let my hand pass down to your arm, leaving the warm skin of your shoulder open for my gentle kiss. "I am yours."

You laughed a little, and said "Mine? Then what should I do with you?" You bit the tip of your finger, in mock deliberation.

"I want to try something new. Something different," I said.

You stepped back and sat on the bed, leaning back on your arms. You raised your leg and let the top of your foot trace the outside of my leg, up to my hip. Your head tilted to the side as you absentmindedly watched my reaction. I clenched my fists at my side, feeling my passion rise with your touch. Your skirt slipped over the top of your knee as you raised your foot to my chest before letting it slide down to my belt, where you rested your toes. You lowered the arch of your foot over the zipper of my pants, just barely pressing against me underneath. The night had been a long slow seduction that led us to this moment.

You see the playful look in my eyes. "So, what did you have in mind?" you ask again, still with that coy smile.

"Let me please you," I say.

You continue to play your foot over me slowly. "You always do, love."

"Do you remember the last time you tied me to the bed?" I ask.

Your head falls back for a moment and you giggle. "I thought you were going to burst. I had so much fun with you. I straddled your chest and you watched me play with myself until I came. I licked, and kissed, and sucked you until you were about to come and then I would stop. I remember I kept doing that. I love the way you moaned and begged me to let you come. I remember straddling your face, too. You ate me so good that night, I think I passed out for a minute."

"You did," I say. "You fell off me, and your leg was still draped over my chest. You came buckets." 

You start to trace my growing cock with your toes as you say, "When I woke up I put a cock ring on you. You were so hard, I remember. The head was so smooth. I gave it a kiss and climbed on top of you. God, my pussy was so puffy and wet. I fucked you slowly. You were pulling at your bonds, but I tie good knots. When we finally came together I saw stars."

My hands are still at my side. "It was amazing, and holding you afterward was all the sweeter for being denied."

Your interest perks, and you sit up and ask, "Do you want me to tie you up again? Hmm? Do you want me to play with your sweet cock again?"

I am spinning, and I am ready to ask you for exactly that, but I remember I want to try something different tonight. "Do you trust me?" I ask.

"You know I do, love," you reply.

I take a slow breath and say, "I want you to do what I tell you. Everything I say."

You lean back and look at me curiously. This is not something I've ever asked from you, and I wonder what you're thinking. After a few moments you sit up straight and put your hands in your lap. "What do you want me to do?"

I step back from the bed and say, "Stand up."

With a playful smile you stand up. You hold your hands behind your back and turn side to side in childlike anticipation. You look so adorable. I want to kiss you and feel your arms around me. But I wait and enjoy the anticipation. "Stay here," I say. I leave the room to get a chair. When I return, I set it where I had been standing, so that you are between the chair and our bed. I sit down and watch you silently for a minute.

"What now?" you ask.

I don't answer immediately and continue to watch you stand there. You are so beautiful, so ready to play whatever game I have in store. I can feel your anticipation. I ask, "What panties are you wearing?"

You lick your lips and answer, "The lacy ones I bought to match the bra you love so much." 

"Show me," I say. "Lift your dress slowly."

You bend forward to grab the hem of your dress in the front, and stand, revealing your legs to just below your knees. You hesitate for just a moment, and then slowly, so deliciously slowly, as you watch for my reaction, you bring your dress higher and higher. Your knees come into view, and then the lower part of your thighs. I feel my breath quickening as the soft skin of your upper thighs shows. You pull your elbows back as you bring your hands above your waist to show me your panties. You ask, "Do you like what you see?"

"I do," I say. "Very much. Your legs are so sexy, and I love the way your panties cup your pussy. Are you wet?"

"Yes," you say. "I've wanted you all night."

I reach down to the inside of your ankle and bring the pads of my fingers slowly up the inside of your calf. I linger over the curve to your knee, where I let my fingers go behind your thigh, and then up the back of your leg until I feel the hem of your panties. You move your hips just a little. I take my fingers away and say, "Hold still, lover."

Your fingers tighten on your dress, and you bite your lip. I slide my fingers back down your leg to your ankle, where I switch to your other ankle and slowly begin the journey up the inside of your leg, and again behind your thigh. I stop when I feel your panties, and slide my finder back and forth against the lace near your leg, barely touching you. You whimper a little, and I ask, "Do you want me to touch your pussy?"

"Yes," you whisper.

I let my fingers continue to play on your lace. "Ask me nicely."

Your eyes are closed, and you say, "Please touch my pussy."

"You need to look at me, honey," I say. "And you need to ask me."

You open your eyes and look at me. Your lips are parted in a seductive pout. "Will you please touch my pussy? It's so warm and wet."

I slide my fingers over the lace to the smooth silk on your bottom, and slowly bring my fingers forward through your legs to me. When I reach your lips I stop and press gently, moving my fingers in a slow circle. You moan and start to move your hips, so I take my fingers away again. "I said to hold still." You stop moving, and I bring my fingers back to your panties.

"Keep holding your dress up," I say. This time I press my fingers a little firmer into you, feeling your panties moisten as they separate your lips. Your pussy is holding your panties now, and I slide my fingers back and forth, feeling your swollen lips around your panties.

I stop and stand up. I move closer to you and feel your breasts just touch my chest. I reach behind you and pull the zipper of your dress down before I move a strap down over your shoulder and kiss where your neck bends. Your skin is warm and a little salty. I want to throw you down on the bed now, but I wait. I sit back down and say, "Take off your dress."

You drop the hem you've been holding, and slip the other strap off your shoulder. You cup your breasts and pinch your nipples through the dress. You look at me as if to ask for permission, and I keep my expression neutral. I watch as you start to slide one hand down over the front of your dress, where you gather the material upward and start to slip the fingers of your other hand into your panties. "Stop," I say. "You didn't ask me if you could play with yourself."

Your eyes meet mine again and you ask, "Please may I play with myself? Don't you want to watch me play with my pretty pussy?"

I do want to watch you. I want to watch you stand there and pinch your nipples and finger your pussy until you come in front of me, but I want to make you want it more. "You may not," I say with a smirk on my lips. "I told you to take off your dress. Now get your hands away from your pussy, you naughty girl."

You pout and bring your hands up to peel your dress away. My breath comes sharp when I see the skin of your breasts exposed. The lacy bra disguises your nipples, but only barely. I can see how stiff they are, and I know the skin between your breasts is warm and smooth. It's all I can do to sit still in my chair. As you let your dress fall to the floor, you see the passion in my face, and again squeeze your breasts. You smile and ask, "Do you want to touch these, lover?"

You wear a thin anklet that matches your necklace, and your earrings hang just below your lobes. Your hands are offering your swollen breasts to me through your bra, and I see the crotch of your panties pressed between the full lips of your pussy. You've never looked so sexy, and I am about to burst, but I say, "I can see you cannot control those hands of yours."

I open the night table drawer and pull out a velvet bag. You raise your eyebrows and ask, "What's in there?"

In answer, I pull from the bag several lengths of silk ribbon and show them to you. Some are wide, and some are narrow, but they are all the same bright pink color. "Put your hands out in front of you," I say.

With only a slight hesitation you give me your arms. I take one length of inch-wide ribbon and wrap it around a few times. I tie it snugly, but loose enough so it doesn't pinch you. I leave several inches of the ends dangling from inside your wrist down past your hand. It is like you are wearing a pink silk bracelet with streamers. I do the same to your other wrist, and then I hold both of your hands and kiss where the ribbon meets your wrists. "Turn around and face the bed," I say.

You turn, and I see the way your hair falls between your shoulders in waves. My eyes follow the curve of your shoulder inward down your side, to where it moves outward again at your hip, and back in slowly down your leg. I look at the swell of your bottom, and follow the line of your panties down to your cheeks, where it nestles hidden from view. I tell you, "Hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, and don't move."

You do as I say, and I take a narrow length of ribbon and tie it to your thumb, just below the knuckle. I pull the free ends across your palm and between your ring and middle fingers. I pull the ends snug, bringing your thumb into your palm, and then I bringing them over the back of your hand and tie them to the ribbon wrapped around your wrist. Your hand is held in place holding your panties at the side, and the pink ribbon from your wrist still hangs down. I tie your other hand the same way, and then I sit back in my chair. "How does that feel?" I ask. "Are the ribbons too tight?"

"You pull at the ribbons gently, not wanting to damage your pretty panties. "No, they aren't too tight. What are you doing?"

"What I want," I say. "Lean forward and put your cheek on the bed. Keep your legs straight."

You slowly bend at the waist, and without much difficulty you put your head down, your face turned to the side. With your hands at your hips, you cannot balance yourself well and you eventually let some of your weight rest on your upper chest, just on the edge of the bed, and lower than your hips. "You have a beautiful bottom. So soft. So smooth," I tell you.

I let one finger trace up the back of your leg and over your cheek, where I grab to see your flesh move under my grip. You startle when I do this, but you stay bent at the waist. "Good girl," I say. "Now arch your back more." You drop your back, and the cheeks of your bottom separate more.

I can see where your panties separate your lips. I slide my palms up and down both cheeks over and over. I reach to your hips, and hold both your hands in mine. I pull you back toward me slightly, and I lean my face in closer to you. I can feel your heat against my face, and I smell your arousal. Your panties are wet where your pussy kisses them. I rub my cheek against your bottom, and kiss it inside near your panties. You moan and try to push back into me, but I'm holding your hands, and I keep you in place.

I continue to kiss all over the soft skin of your bottom. I lick gently from the top of your thigh over your cheek, and I feel you tremble, trying not to squirm. I blow cool air over my kisses, and watch the bumps rise on your skin. I rub the bridge of my nose gently against your panties where they enter your pussy, and I feel your lips caress me on either side.

You whine, "Oh, honey that feels so good. Please lick my pussy. I want to come for you."

That's exactly what I was going to do. I want to let you come on my face as I eat you from behind, but instead I pull my face back and it up straight. I watch you move your bottom subtly, looking for some contact with me. I say, "Pull your panties down over your bottom, but no farther."

You readjust the forced grip on your panties and slowly pull them down. Because your hands are at the sides of your panties, the waistband lags behind your hands. I watch it move down slowly over your cheeks as you reveal your tight little anus. You continue to pull your hands down your hips until the crotch of your panties stretches down from your cheeks. Your panties are still pressed into your pussy, and before you can free them completely, I tell you, "Stop there. I like the way that looks. Your pussy doesn't want to let your panties go. How do you feel?"

Through heavy breaths, you say, "Exposed. Hot. I want to come, honey. Please make me come."

I smile and wonder aloud, "What am I going to do with you?"

You ponder a moment and reply, "Anything you want. Oh, I need to come. What do you want me to do?"

I stand and go back to the night table, where I retrieve a few more items. "Here, hold this," I say.

I put a small, thin butt plug in your hand. You know immediately what it is, and you squirm. I sit back in my chair and open the bottle I retrieved. I put a few drops of lubricant on my finger and bring it to the top of where your cheeks meet. I press and slowly bring my finger down between your cheeks. I glide down over your anus, where I stop and draw slow circles, spreading the lube. I bring my finger up and down over your hole, pressing gently with each pass.

Your breaths are ragged, and you moan with every pass. I can feel your muscle start to relax. I take the plug from your hand, and you take a breath, knowing where it is going. I put the tip against you and hold it there, tickling the tender skin for several moments. You start to rock your hips, trying to get the plug inside you.

"Do you want this in you?" I ask.

You say quickly, "Yes, put it in me. I want it in me."

"You know what I want. You have to ask nicely," I say. "Besides, I want to hear you tell me where you want it."

I can see your frustration in your furrowed brow. You're tired from holding this position, and you want so much to come. You ask with more urgency, "Will you put the plug in me, please? I want it in me. I want it in my ass. Will you please push that fucking plug into my ass? Do it, honey."

I press the tip a bit firmer, and watch as it starts to penetrate you. You stop rocking and you arch your back more, pushing back against the plug with a long moan. I'm deliberate, though, and I take my sweet time. Ever so slowly I watch your ass take the length of the plug, bit by bit until the widest part stretches you. When it passes into you, you startle as your ass closes around the narrow end. I tap the base with my finger a few times, sit back again, and watch as you regain control of your breathing.

When you're settled I grip the base and slowly pull it away from you. Your ass is tight, though, and doesn't want to let go. I maintain a gentle pressure, and before long your ass opens and lets the plug out. I pull it almost all the way out, and then back in, and back out, and again, in and out, slowly fucking your sweet little ass. I slide it in and leave it there, then give you a chaste kiss just at the top of your cheeks.

I pick up the we-vibe I took from the drawer and put a bit of lubricant on it. I don't imagine you'll need it, but I want to be sure. I reach forward and hook my finger around your panties where your pussy holds them. I pull down and back to me, snapping your panties down and flinging a few drops of your wetness to your legs. You gasp, and I see your lips, so swollen and wet. I trace your inner lips gently with my fingertip a few times. "Mmm, you're dripping, love."

You know I will wait as long as I want, and you're impatient. "Mmm-hmm. So wet. "

I continue to stroke you, back and forth, never penetrating you. I push forward with a bit more force and bump against your clit. I press down and roll over it firmly, pushing it out from under its hood. I roll it slowly a few times and then bring my fingers back through your lips and away from you. You breathe heavily, and I lean around to you see your hair clinging to your face. Your eyes are shut tight and your mouth is open so seductively. The we-vibe is short, and I know it squeezes you just right. I place it near your pussy and push it in all the way into you in one stroke. You call out, "Oh!" and you suck in a quick breath. One side of the vibe is in you, and the other side presses over your clit. I leave it switched off for now.

I sit back in my chair and watch as you settle to the feeling of the toys I've put in you. I say, "I want you to stand up." You start to move and almost fall sideways on the bed, but you catch yourself and make it to stand upright. I say, "Pull your panties back up. I want you to press those soaked panties against the toys inside you." You pull them up tight, and I watch the panties disappear into the crack of your ass. I stand and put my hands on your shoulders. "You look ready to be fucked," I whisper in your ear, "but I'm not done decorating you."

I gather your hair from around your face and pull it behind your head. I take a wide piece of ribbon and tie your hair back with a bow. I have easier access to your neck, now. I put my hands on yours, and I trace gentle kisses from behind your ear down the back of your neck. I grab your new ponytail and gently pull your head backward. I let my kisses move forward over your shoulder to the side of your neck. You press your bottom back into me, and start to rub against the firmness you find. I don't stop you. Instead, I lean my upper body away from you, and press my hips forward slightly while I hold your head back. "You look so wanton doing that, you sexy girl," I say. "Keep rubbing yourself on me." You move up and down against me, trying to catch my cock between your cheeks. This feels delicious, and I gasp when you finally do move me between your cheeks and start to press me in a slow circle. While you move I take more ribbon like the pieces I tied on your wrists, and tie one just above each of your elbows, so that you have more ribbon dangling from your arms, but I don't tie your elbows together.

"That's enough for now," I say, and move to the other side of the bed, where I move a full-length mirror to face you. "Can you see yourself?" I ask.

You nod your head. "Mmm-hmm."

"Tell me what you see," I say.

You take a long look at yourself. I watch your eyes travel up from your knees to your eyes. "I see a beautiful, sexy woman. I see her skin shining. I see desperation in her eyes. She wants to be fucked. Her nipples are hard. I can see them through her bra. She wants to pinch them, but she can't because her hands are tied to her soaked panties, which she is pulling up against the plug in her ass and the toy in her pussy."




Ribbons



I walk back behind you and look over your shoulder so I can see you in the mirror. "What would you do with her?" I ask, genuinely curious.

I can see you considering this. You've never been with a woman, but I know you've wondered what it might be like. "I'd want to feel her breasts. To touch her soft skin. To feel her hard nipples in my mouth and against my tongue."

I reach around your waist and put my hands on your ribs, just under your breasts. I lift my thumbs and caress the tender skin of the lower part of your breasts through the lace of your bra. You push your chest forward, and I curl my fingers up to pull your bra down and away from you, exposing your breasts. Your nipples are so hard, I could swear I can see them throbbing, but I don't touch them. I cup your breasts in my hands, and lift them. "She does have beautiful breasts," I say. "It's too bad you can't touch them right now. I think she'd like that." I lift one breast higher. "You might be able to lick her nipple, though. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

You do as I say and lower your head. I lift your breast closer to you, and you stretch your tongue down. You are able to reach the nipple with the tip of your tongue, and you flick it over the tip. You sigh softly and keep licking, like a kitten at a saucer of cream. I pinch your other nipple, and you moan. "She likes that," I say. "Do you like licking her nipple?"

"Yes," you say with a sigh. "It makes me hot to know what this does to her."

"Feel how hard her nipple is against your tongue," I say. "I know you're turning her on. She wants you to fuck her. She wants you to lick her pussy. Have you ever licked a pussy?"

"Uh-uh," you moan, as I roll your nipple with my fingertip.

I lower your breast from your mouth. "What did you say?"

"No," you gasp. "I've never licked a pussy."

"You'd lick hers, though," I tell you. "Would you let her come in your mouth?"

"Yes," you say, staring at yourself in the mirror. You watch me pinch your nipple. You watch as I slide one hand down into your panties, over the vibe to your puffy lips. I slide my finger over your wetness, and push into you along the length of the vibe. "Oh, yes." you gasp, "I'd lick her pussy and eat her until she came. Mmm, she would be hot and wet on my lips. I'd flick her clit with my tongue, and put it deep inside her sweet little pussy until she came in my mouth." I slowly move my finger in and out of you. "Oh, yes. Oh, please, I'm almost there. Don't stop!"

I push my finger into you and hold it there. You're on the edge, but you're enjoying the game and you hold as still as you can. I let go of your nipple, and pick up the remote control for the vibe. I carefully back up, pulling you by your pussy closer to me. I sit down and tell you, "Sit on my lap." You straddle my legs and lower your ass until your weight settles on the upper part of my thighs. I'm careful not to let you rub against my cock.

"Look in the mirror," I tell you. When I see that you've done that, I slowly withdraw my finger from you and bring it to your mouth. I trace it on your lower lip, wetting it with gloss, and then I do the same with your upper lip. You watch with half lidded eyes as I move my hand back inside your panties and rub my finger back and forth across your pussy.

I bring my finger back up and hold it just in front of your lips. "Taste her."

You hesitate a moment, but you close your lips around the tip of my finger, and then I use the remote control to turn on the vibe. "Mmm!" You moan on my finger. You start to suck harder on my finger, and stroke your tongue over the length. I put the remote down and bring my hand back up to your breast. I pinch your nipple gently and pull it away from your chest. I feel the tremors of your orgasm start, and you lean back against my chest.

I pull my finger from your mouth and hold your other breast, now pulling you to me, holding you close, embracing you as you ride the waves of your orgasm, feeling your chest rise and fall. I turn off the vibe and continue to hold you. Eventually the waves subside, and you sigh with relief. "Thank you, honey," you say dreamily, with the side of your head resting on my shoulder. "That was amazing. She was so beautiful. I was so beautiful."

"Yes, you are beautiful," I agree, and absently caress your arms and chest. I wait a few more moments and tell you, "Stand up. We're not done, yet."

You turn your head to look at me, still in a daze. "Hmm? Are you kidding? I don't think I can walk."

I smile at you, and then I kiss your cheek lovingly. "You won't need to." I lift you off my lap until you are on your feet and facing me. I sit in front of you and admire the wetness on the inside of your thighs. I see your cheeks and chest are pink with exertion. Your eyes are half lidded, and your sweet mouth is partially open. "Pull your panties down," I say. You move a little awkwardly with the echoes of your orgasm still in your head, but you do what I say. You move your hands down your hips, and stop as your panties cross over the curve of your cheeks.

"Keep going," I say. "Pull them down to your knees." You slide your panties down farther, and the slack in your panties allows you to rest your hands on your knees.

I lean forward and kiss you tenderly. I put my hand on back of your neck and pull you closer to me. "Kiss me," I whisper. Your lips are moist, and you kiss me once, and then again. Your kiss has always moved me, and soon I am breathing heavily, lost in a dream. You know the power your kiss has over me, and you feel my passion rise. In your moans I can hear you find new energy. I feel more urgency in your kiss, and your tongue reaches to me, teasing and offering sweet promises.

"Untie me," you whisper against my cheek. "Let me love you. Let me use these ribbons on you, and tease you for the rest of the night. If you're good I'll let you come before the sun rises." You kiss me again.

I know that you would keep me on the edge that long, and I start to reach for the ribbons at your wrists so we can begin. As I reach down your hands find mine. I look into your eyes and see the confident look of control there. I whisper, "Not yet," and sit up in my chair.

"Pull your panties down to your ankles, but don't step out of them," I say. "Keep your legs straight."

You keep your eyes on mine, and drop your hands to the floor, your panties resting on the tops of your feet. You're bent at the waist, with your head resting on my lap. As you watch my hands, I unzip my pants and pull my cock through. It is next you your face, and you open your mouth and move closer. I think you love sucking my cock almost as much as I like eating your pussy. But I want you to wait. "Stop," I say. "I want you to caress it with your cheeks. Rub it gently."

You slide your face closer and rub your cheek from the base toward the head, and back down again. I feel myself growing harder. You switch to the other side, and move your cheek against me. I hold my cock straight up and you slide your face slowly over the shaft. I feel your lips graze it, and I shiver. You notice, and do it again, this time letting your lips press against me in a soft kiss. "What are you doing?" I ask.

Still rubbing and kissing, you look up at me and say, "I'm rubbing your cock, silly, just like you told me."

"I don't think I told you to kiss it," I say. "I know you want to, though."

"It's true," You say, and lick me from the base up to just below my glans. "You know how hot this gets me."

There's no way I can stop you, and you know this, but I can still play the game. I manage to say, "Ask me first, and ask me sweetly."

You smile, "Okay." In between kisses up my cock you manage to say, "Lover, I want to put your cock in my mouth, but my hands are tied. I want to lick it and suck it and feel you sliding over my lips and tongue. I want to feel your passion. I want you to lose control, and surrender to the pleasure I want to give you. Will you let me? Will you put your cock in my mouth? Please?" 

I slide forward in my chair and hold my cock upright. "Open your mouth," I say. You part your lips just a bit, and I rub the head over them. You don't move, and let me feel the soft wetness of your lips in my own time. You stick out your tongue, and I rub the underside of my cockhead against it. "Put your mouth on me," I say.

You smile again and kiss the tip before slowly opening your kiss to allow my cock in. Once the head is in your mouth, you moan and slowly rub your tongue on it. I let go of my shaft and grip the sides of the chair. You slide your head slowly down over me until I am halfway into your mouth, and then you pull slowly back up until just the head is in your mouth. You slide down again, and then up, again and again, so slowly and lovingly. I can feel my cock as hard as iron pressing against your tongue and lips as you slide. Your breath speeds, and I can hear you moaning. You lower yourself to your knees, and sit back on your heels, your hands still at your ankles.

I put my hand on your cheek, and you look up at me. Your eyes are clear, and I can see the control you feel. Your lips are full around my cock, and you keep your eyes on mine as you slide farther down, taking more of me into your mouth. I slide my hand around your head and grip the ponytail I find. I gently pull you up until only the head of my cock is in your mouth, and I hold you still. I shift my hips upward until I am half in your mouth again. I let myself slide out, and I continue to hold your head in place while I rock my hips up and down, slowly fucking your pretty mouth. Your breath quickens through your nose, and when you moan I can feel the vibrations on my cock. I gasp, "Oh, fuck, honey, you feel so good."

"Mmm," you agree.

I lower my hips and hold you still at the tip while I gather myself. When I am ready I start again, this time guiding your head down slowly, and then I pull you back up. I repeat this, each time bringing you father down on my cock. I ask, "Do you think you can take me all the way?" and I pull you up and off so you can answer.

Saliva drips over your lip, and you say, "I think so. I want to. Move me slowly, though."

You open your mouth again and I put your head to me. I press you down slowly, until you are again halfway down, and then I pull you up, repeating as I did before. You don't resist, and I can feel the weight of your head in my hands. After several strokes, I hold you motionless at the head for a heartbeat, and then more slowly than before press your head down farther, ever so slowly. Your eyes close as you allow me to press your head lower, and you breathe steadily through your nose.

I feel the spongy skin at the back of your mouth, and keep pushing you down. I feel my cockhead slip past that resistance, and your lips are pressed against the very base of my cock. "Oh, such a sexy girl," I whisper, and bring you back up. I pull you off and you take a few deep breaths before I pull you back down slowly all the way to me. We continue this way for several strokes, and it becomes easier for you to take me all the way in. I pull you down and hold you there, and then I release your hair from my grip. You start to stoke me on your own, slowly and deeply. As you raise your head I find the vibe remote and turn it on.

Your eyes open wide and you pull yourself off me, "Oh!"

"Put your mouth back on me" I tell you. You reach for me with your mouth, and bob your head a little faster than before, twisting, and pulling, and sucking, and licking. You moan and whine, and your breath is hard and fast through your nose. I grip the sides of my chair tightly and watch you suck me. I know you're about to come, and It's all I can do to hold myself back from coming as I watch you. Your mewling sounds grow faster and more urgent, and your head moves faster. "I'm going to come soon," I tell you, with heat in my voice.

My words trigger you, and you start to come, "Mmm!" I see your shoulders shake, and your mouth slides on me still, more erratic than before. I feel my orgasm building, and I try not to lift myself off the chair. I reach the boiling point, and tell you, "I'm coming! Oh!" I feel a deep pulse as I come into your mouth, and I feel your tongue move against me as you swallow. I feel another pulse, and then another, and I can see you start to come. You hold as still as you can, and keep me in your mouth as your orgasm continues to roll through you. My cock is sensitive as I watch you come, the vibe still working in you. I gasp as I pull you off me.

Your eyes are shut tight and you're still coming. I lift you to the bed and set you on your back. Your hands are still gripping your panties at your ankles, and your legs fall to each side, spreading you lewdly as you rock your hips up with your continuing orgasm. I've never seen you come like this.

I leave the vibe working and find the trails of ribbon I left dangling from your wrist. Working slowly and deliberately I tie that ribbon snugly to your ankle, and then I tie the trailing ribbons from your elbow to your knee. Your eyes open, and you hazily watch me bind your other arm and leg. Your lower arms are now held to the outsides of your lower legs. Your feet are close together, held there by your panties, which you continue to grip. Your arms can't help but pull your knees up and back toward your shoulders, and I can see your pussy drooling around the still-vibrating toy.

I don't wait for you to come back to lucidity completely. I quickly strip myself of my clothes, and pull you by your hips closer to the edge of our bed. I kneel on the floor and take the vibe from your pussy. I put my hands on the backs of your thighs to hold your legs apart even more, and I lick you in one long stroke from the base of the plug, through the lips of your swollen pussy, and over your clit. You find your voice again, "Oh, fuuuuck!" I lick you like this again and again. Your pussy kisses my face with each pass, wetting my cheeks. I trap one lip in mine and pull it slightly, and then do the same to its twin. I press the width of my tongue on your clit firmly, and move it forward and back.

I feel you wanting to drop your legs, but I hold them back, keeping your ankles and wrists above us. I move lower and stick my tongue into you, pressing my nose against your clit, and sliding my face over you. Your hips jerk up and back, matching my movements as you fuck my face. You've made me slippery, and you glide back and forth over me easily.

I pull my face back from you a couple of inches, strands of your moisture still connecting us. "Hold your legs back," I say. I take my hands form your thighs and see that you keep your legs put. I move my mouth back to your pussy, and slide one finger into you smoothly. I move it slowly in and out of you as I lick the lips to either side of my finger. You squirm on the bed, and it's as if the slow rolls of your orgasm never stopped and have started to build again. With my other hand I grip the base of the plug in your ass, and begin to pull it from you.

Spread as you are, and with your muscles relaxed, it doesn't take much pressure to pull the widest part of the plug free. Your ass continues to grip the taper as I pull it almost all the way from you before pushing it back in. I fuck your ass with the plug slowly, and twist my other hand to curl my finger inside you. I find the spongy pad of your G spot and press lightly, gesturing for you to come to me. I kiss your clit and suck it into my mouth, flicking it and rolling it with my tongue.

I pull back again and say, "Tell me what I'm doing to you," and then I return to your clit.

'Mmm. Oooo. You're fingering my pussy. Of that feel so good, honey. Oh my god you're fingering me and licking me and you're fucking my ass with that plug. Mmm, my clit is so stiff. I just came sucking your cock, and I don't think I've stopped coming. Oh, please suck my clit. Yes, like that! Oh, fuck, I'm coming still. Oh! Oh!" You drop your feet and hands to my back, pulling yourself almost to a seated position, and pull my head into you.

My face is trapped in your pussy's kiss, and I feel it pulse against me and squeeze my finger. You're out of control, holding my head tightly in place and humping against my face. I pull the plug from your ass and toss it on the bed. With my hand now free I press behind one of your knees, opening you up again, but you're strong and continue to rock against me. "Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Don't stop! Fuck!" I pull my hand from your pussy and reach up to your chest, pushing you back to the bed. Your legs pull back with you, and I pull my head free from your grip, gasping for breath.

I move quickly upward through your legs and over your body until we are face to face. I put my mouth to yours and we kiss deeply, letting our lips and tongues dance together. Pressing our faces, mumbling sweet words between breaths, losing ourselves in passion. Your head moves to my shoulder, and you kiss me there. Your kiss arouses me again, and you feel me hard against your leg.

I move to my knees, push your legs back to you, and duck under your panty-clad feet and hands. I grab a knife from the night table and slice the ribbons binding your arms to your legs and your hands to your panties. You immediately kick your panties aside and embrace me with your arms and legs, pulling me close with a kiss as the ribbons tickle our skin. You press your heels against my ass, urging me forward to you. I guide my cock to your pussy and thrust firmly until my hips meet your legs. You call my name and bite my shoulder hard.

The time for control has passed. We're lost together, swimming in turbulent waves, where hot flesh meets, and kisses are devoured. We're moving and rocking and thrusting together. Our hips slap, and we pull each other closer. Your fingers squeeze my back and you slide your legs down mine and then back up, pulling me closer to you. We're tender and reckless all at once, staying with each other through all the changes of our lovemaking. Through the din of our passion I hear you whisper, "I love you. Oh, I love you."

I feel you coming again, and you press your face into my neck. I'm coming too, deep into you, emptying into you, all of my love into you, sharing everything I am in that moment with you. My heart expands with release.

Our energy stops swirling, and our motions cease. The whole world is us, holding each other. Sharing this embrace. There is no past or future. There is only now. Our chests move together, taking air and sharing the beats of our hearts. I leave little kisses on your cheek and neck, and you pet my hair at the back of my head. Your breathing slows, and your hands gently slide away from me and fall to the bed. I hold you close for a few more moments, savoring the glow, and then lift my head to see you. You're sleeping, and I kiss you again. You return the kiss from somewhere in your dream.

I separate myself from you, and carefully remove your bra. I gently untie the remains of the ribbons from you, and let the pieces drop to the floor. I lie next to you, and you roll to me, resting your head on my chest. Your drape your arm and leg across me, your hand open on my chest, and I bring my hand to yours. I kiss your head and hear you sigh in reply. I whisper, "I love you," and drift to sleep.



Ribbons & Lace



I love to make a trip into the City to shop, its one of my favourite pastimes. I like to try on shoes, even the ones that make me look like a hooker, and I like to put on some of the sexy underwear and imagine that you are there to help me.

This time I am in your local department store, hoping that you will pass by and see me through the gap in the badly fitted curtain. Today I am not disappointed. There you are looking straight at me. 

I drop the last of my normal clothing to the floor, and bend down to bring the sexy black lace up to rest on my hips. It feels so good. The beautiful bra is next, it barely covers my large nipples, my breasts strain against the delicate fabric, and the resulting cleavage is enough to tempt you closer. You pretend to search a rack, but you are still looking in at me. I turn my back to you, but make sure that you can still see me in the mirrors of my cubicle.

I trace the pretty stitching on the bra, and breathe deeper as I move over, and then around each of my now stiff nipples in turn. The pleasure it gives me is almost painful. My hand wanders to my ample hips to tease the satin ribbons that loosely bind the lace to my body. My caresses drop further and I gently massage over that most sensitive part of me. I notice my breathing becomes more forceful, and I can feel the heat and wetness from between my legs. My flesh feels as if it is melting.

I catch your look once more in the mirror, and I can see from your eyes that now you are unbearably aroused. I can see that you want me. You want to be my fingers, moving between my legs, and over my soft breasts. I want you to be with me, moving along with me, teasing me, whispering in my ear those sexy words of encouragement, until I beg for you to finish it.

I lose sight of you, and for an instant worry that I might have got it wrong, perhaps I imagined the lust in your eyes. I was right though. You quickly and silently move the curtain aside and come to stand close behind me. You say nothing, but kiss my neck, and massage my breasts, before moving to undo the bra, so that they are free. My swollen nipples ache for your touch. You twist them gently, and I moan.

The ribbons are undone, and swiftly the lace falls away, to reveal the rest of me. I am naked, in a store, in a cubicle with you. You curl your big fingers over me. Stroking the short hair that covers the entrance to heaven. Then you probe deeper, and find that I am wet for you, so wet that your fingers easily slide over me. You caress me and begin to bring me close.

I lean back into you and you whisper in my ear. I hardly hear the words before I start to come. I shudder, but manage to remain quiet, so as not to draw attention to our situation. You trace your wet hand up my body, leaving a shiny trail of my juice on my skin. I can smell sex, and I can feel you hard behind me.

I turn and drop to the floor, where I set to work unbuttoning your trousers. Difficult when you are so horny. Once they are off, I push you to the chair in the corner, and still kneeling I take my tongue and softly move up and down your engorged shaft. I feel you stiffen, and let out a sigh. You hold my head and move me to where you need to feel my touch. I circle you with my mouth and kiss you.

I have started to recover from my earlier pleasure, and waste no time in sitting astride your powerful thighs. I lower myself onto you, and ride you hard. You feel so good, so deep, and so strong. Your rough hands grip my hips and force me up and down on your shaft. I can feel you getting close now, your desperate attempt to wait fails and you explode deep within me. I feel you pulse the last drops of your love inside of me. You are spent.

I rise, and begin to replace my clothes. I put on my shoes, pick up my handbag and the underwear. I walk to the cash desk, and buy the goods. Knowing that you like them. The cashier is distracted, and seems not to notice that the lace is wet and smells of me. She bags them, and I leave the store.

You dress and leave the cubicle, looking flushed. We meet in the busy lift, and merely smile at each other. That is why I like shopping so much.



Ribbons and Rings



Well I did it... I finally fit it all the way in... yeah. You know that blue plug with the swirls and the incremental bobbles? The one with the really fat base and skinny neck? Never could get it to fit all the way in my ass... I could fuck myself with it but as far as actually being able to make it fit all the way through my tight little hole,,, nah it never fit before.. but now... now I may be able to take Master's cock in my ass. I bet he will be so pleased with me.. He may even reward me with a taste of his cock. Mmmmm... just thinking about it just gets me so wet. 

I want to finger my cunt so bad right now... But mustn't do that. Master was so displeased last time I pleasured myself without his permission. It was an accident really, just goes to show how much I love sucking his cock. I didn't even have to touch myself that time.. He had grabbed my face and fucked my throat, and oh... the sensations that took over my body. I gave myself over to them, knowing I would pay the price... 

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to!" 

As my punishment he had strapped me to his whipping cross in the basement. The straps were so tight I wouldn't have been able to get out of them even if i had wanted to. Which is an interesting thought really... Here he was blistering my ass with the riding crop, and boy did I hate that thing, but it wasn't reason enough to make me want out of it. I preferred the floggers better, the handmade leather ones with the long leather tails. They covered so much more of an area; ass, breasts, cunt, back, ie... But that damned riding crop... I fucking hated that thing. I'd made the mistake when he brought home the new toy of looking at it with distaste and asking the horrid question... "That's not for me, right?" I quickly found myself tied to the kitchen chair getting my ass cheeks and thighs reddened. And he doesn't space them out at all. He picks a particular (generally sensitive area) and smacks it in the same spot everytime. So generally i try to be good for my Master... 

I lightly play with the ring attached to the collar around my neck. Master had given it to me so long ago, I couldn't even remember the occasion clearly. I know it had been one hell of a night... Oh! I remember now... He was selecting my favorite flogger off the wall. It was green... One of my favorite colors. Long green leather tails with an intricately braided handle interwoven with green and black leather. It was made with soft leather but that wasn't why I liked it. Soft leather or not, it had a delicious bite to it when Master flicked his wrist across my ass, back, and thighs. Master decided long ago that this particular flogger was not to be used on my twat. He'd said bite though it may on my ass it didn't have enough teeth for my pussy... It had been the first night he played with my ass. Up until that night when in his prescence I had been ordered to wear a black ribbon around my neck, tied with a bow at the back of my neck. It was a special ribbon... long and strong... It had to be folded and doubled many times to even be acceptably wearable around the neck. The purpose of it was to basically have something handy in the sudden event Master wanted me bounded and trussed to his liking. One long length of ribbon, so many bondage possibilties... Once or twice, or ... I'm not sure I can remember how many times that kitchen chair has come in handy. More than once I wound up with my hands tied behind the back of the chair, and yet there was still more than enough length left for him to tie around my breasts in such an intricate manner. Every breath I took slowly tightened the knots keeping the ribbon taut around my aching breasts. Master had untied my hands, just to have me turn around on the chair. He told me to kneel on the chair and then proceeded to loop my wrists and my knees together and then to the chair itself... I felt so exposed. 

We had talked long ago about my limits. I can withstand a lot but I had told him up front anything anal was a hard limit for me. He knew why too... I had been raped in the past, by someone I had considered a boyfriend at the time. It wasn't so much that he had raped me that had bothered me, but the fact of he had said after all he had taken from me, "I've come this far, why stop now!" He had probed my tight little hole a couple times to no avail, in the duration of his assault on my body. But, after I thought we were done and my humiliation was at its end, he took things so much farther than my worst dreams. He had ripped his cock from my pussy, and without any sort of lubrication jammed it into my little asshole so hard it ripped me open. My screams did nothing to deter him... I had not screamed or made any sounds through the whole time, but his hardcore assault on my asshole was too much. I walked away from that encounter a broken woman. I was too young for one thing for most of what he did to me, and way too inexperienced. For goodness sakes I was a virgin!!! So this I explained to Master all in the beginning. Nonetheless though he told me to always keep myself "clean" and explained to me exactly how . He has me on a strict diet to say the least.. You could say it keeps me healthy, energized, as well as... well... it goes straight through me... I have a strict regimen to adhere to of cleansing myself every night, every morning, and occasionally after lunch depending on what we eat. I never understood it back then, having made my limit clear, but he just smirked and said he wanted his girl to always be "clean"

So that kitchen chair... I wasn't at all prepared for what came next. With the way he had tied me, my ass was in the air, and if I tried to move then the ribbons would tighten much too painfully around my breasts. He walked up behind me, brushing my hair back while whispering in my ear that I was being such a good girl... A passionate kiss later and he had disappeared from sight, but not from sense. I felt his hand rubbing at my pussy pushing my lips apart. Slowly he inserted one finger into my opening, noting that I was already wet, rubbing my clit to stir up more of an ache than was necessary, at least in my mind. Taking some of what I had produced due to his attentions with my favorite flogger, he spread it over my little rosebud. Naturally I jumped, a bit more than startled. I started to ask him what he thought he was doing. I am obedient to a fault, but my limits were set in stone. Master simply took hold of my hair and assured me cooperation was best, lest I felt like sleeping in this precarious position. Having gad to do as such before I knew it was in my best interests to just go with whatever he was about to do.

Slowly he began rubbing my little hole, every so often daring to slip his finger just slightly into my ass. Not once while doing this did he push even up to his knuckle. When he asked me how it felt I wasn't sure how to reply. "Master is kind, sir. It does not hurt, though I know not what else to say." 

"Thats all I needed to hear."

I heard him leave the room, though not gone for long. Upon his reentry to the room, he came straight back to me in the chair, holding a couple items in his hands. He went back to rubbing my ass with both hands squeezing my cheeks, and spreading them apart. Bending down he whispered "such a beautiful ass to behold... won't you share it with me?" 

"yes Master"

"Good girl. Now relax... This won't hurt a bit if you just let go and relax..."

Not trusting my voice I just nodded my head. I had to blink back the tears that were threatening. It wasn't that I thought he would hurt me, it was the fact of the flashbacks playing through my head. Yes I had thought about trying it again, thanks all the research I'd done. Many people reported that while their first time with it had royally sucked, once they had tried it with a reasonable and sensitive lover it had been quite different , and from their descriptions extremely enjoyable. But I just couldn't...

The sound of a bottle of lube being opened interupted my inner battle. This was already different I assured myself. Even if he did hurt me by some sheer fluke, this was Master, and Master would take care of me as long as I was a good girl. Just be a good girl, I told myself. Just go to your happy place. As corny as it seemed, it actually worked on multiple occasions, especially when I had messed up and incurred Master's displeasure when he demonstrated with that riding crop. As I began to close myself out, I felt a quick slap on my left ass cheek. "No!" He said. 

"What Master? What did I do wrong Sir?"

"I know what your doing, don't close this out. I am not him and I will not hurt you. The only pain you will recieve from me is pain you ask for. Stay focused... I want you to feel what I'm doing. If you feel any pain, its your body telling you something is wrong, and you will need to tell me. Trust me on this."

Not understanding quite yet I nodded my head. "yes Master" I could not umderstand how in the world it was supposed to not hurt...

I felt the lube as he rubbed it all over my pussy, and I felt it when he rubbed it all over my ass, and especially all around my little hole. I took as deep breaths as I could without my aching breasts hurting much more. Thankfully he untied the ribbon from around my breasts but tied me even tighter to the chair, taking care to spread my knees as far as he could before finishing the intricate knots. 

Pressure... There was a lot of pressure pushing at my little hole... he let up, and I let out the deep breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. He slathered more lube onto my ass, concentrating solely on the little rosebud. He began again with the littl circles around and around until he dipped his index finger inside, except this time he didn't pull it out. Instead he pushed it farther in, pulled out just a tad bit then pushed a little more. He kept sliding his finger in until I felt his palm meet my ass. Rotating his finger he asked again how it felt... Not sure what he was looking for, and knowing it would be bad to lie, I thought about it. It didn't hurt for one, and if the sudden wetness I felt was any indication, I was actually getting a bit... Turned on?

"Master... I think it feels good..."

"You sound a bit hesitant, should I stop..."

"No sir... Maybe I need more.. to be sure..?"

'Good girl....'

Withdrawing his finger, he went back to the circles.... God love him, even though the circles were a little strange, they were actually helping open me up.. When his finger returned it brought a buddy... Opening my mouth for a protest that never came, I was well and fully surprised when they both slid into my ass without a hint of pain.. I couldn't help it, when I moaned.. He took that as his cue to continue... He began to finger fuck my ass as he also rubbed my clit with his other hand. I was well on my way to an orgasm when suddenly he stopped, removing his attentions from my ass, and clit altogther. He walked around to the front of the chair and lifted my head. "Did you enjoy that, my sweet, sweet, little slut? 

"Yes Master I did.."

"Well then maybe you should get a reward... "

Letting loose his marvleous cock, but not my arms or legs, he commanded me "Take your reward then my little fuckdoll... "

Opening my mouth to thank him for being such a gracious Master, I licked my lips eargerly to get a taste of his wonderful dick. Such a nice specimen... Nine inches long, and at least five and a half inches thick... When he fucked my cunt on a regular basis (hourly, nightly, daily, whenever he felt like using my pussy to satisfy him) I kept a pretty sore pussy. Not that he nor I ever complained. The more he fucked me, the more swollen I would get, which meant my already tight pussy would be even tighter when he came back to it. 

Anyhow, upon opening my mouth to try to suck his cock, he immediately grabbed my hair with both hands, and proceeded to fuck my mouth. After about twenty thrusts, he withdrew from my mouth leaving me choking and gasping for air... He quickly untied me completely from the chair, and pointed toward the bedroom. From the look in his eyes I knew what he wanted and that he wanted it NOW. Stumbling but moving quickly I made a beeline straight for the bed. I got up on the bed, laid on my back and left my head dangling from the edge. He came in with another item in his hand. Now I recognized what it was... it was a gag... a ring gag. Built to keep your mouth open while enduring hardcore facefucking. He wasted no time at all in getting it strapped to my face and even less time feeding his cock into my mouth through the space now provided by the large metal ring. Taking a deep breath as he withdrew I nodded my head. Ready or not... oh well, its not like I don't enjoy having my mouth fucked... Using the edge of the bed to steady himself, he began using long strokes to feed me his cock. Slow enough to let me take breaths but not slow enough to let me catch my breath, he marveled, not for the first time, at how I could take him so easily, so deep into my throat. he began to thrust faster and faster, and soon I felt his balls clench as he was nearing his orgasm. Looking up at him with begging eyes, I silently asked him the most important question... Could I come now Master?

"Come for me you little cum'guzzling slut. Come for me while you choke on my cum, but don't you dare miss a drop.." 

Ha,... as if... When he exploded in my mouth, I did indeed choke, but I licked up every last bit from his cock, even as I bucked and shuddered from the force of my own orgasm.



Ribbons



It only took a moment to find the little troublemaker. Pressing with the tip of my finger, I massaged it, prompting his fully erect penis to jut into my face which I attended to by returning a soapy hand to its care.

"Is that good, baby? Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

He squirmed, but nodded in affirmation and I continued to massage his testicles; feeling them grow in my hands. Shortly after, I slowly withdrew my finger and he relaxed again as I began a careful, full-body rinse. When finished, I put him on notice. "All clean now. It's time."

"Finally," he murmured. I smiled up at him.

Still on my knees and watching him carefully, I reached back and tugged at one of the black bows, releasing the pretty fabric as my hair fell loose over my shoulder and I ran the soft material through my mouth, wetting it from end to end. 

Taking a heavy testicle in my hand, I wrapped it several times with the damp ribbon, causing its distention from his body.

"How does that feel, dear one?" I asked.

"You know...I love it, Alanna," he responded, a little impatiently. 

"Mmm, I like that answer. It's a good answer. Let's see, there are two of those, isn't that right?" 

Reaching back, I loosed the second bow and licking it, I carefully wrapped the other testicle, completing its detachment from the first.

Grasping a third ribbon along with an unsharpened pencil, conveniently placed next to the tub before the start of the game, I wrapped the ribbon around him several times, just above his testicles, inserting the pencil between layers of material to create a makeshift tourniquet and twisted slightly, constricting the sensitive connection between sperm and semen. He winced again.

With all three strands in place, I asked, "Do you want me to suck your cock now, my Marcel?" More an announcement than a question, we both knew an answer was unnecessary.

He grasped his erection and drawing back its foreskin, placed it into my waiting mouth.

I sucked, slowly at the start, draining a drop of precum from the tip before licking my lips, diffusing the sticky marrow before resuming. Increasing the pace and gently twisting the stick holding his scrotal sack, I relentlessly tightened the ribbon's grip. So much trust, I always felt when I reached this point. 

Holding my head firmly in his hands, he lovingly encouraged my nursing.

I never stopped, never paused, not even for a moment as my total focus was directed to his violet cock, buried deep in my throat, my mouth and tongue urging him to give me what I wanted most, to taste him, to control its expulsion from his body into mine. 

Minutes passed as my head bobbed on his erection. Sometimes slowing, sometimes speeding the pace, I was relentless, ceasing only once to look up into his eyes, to ask, "Tell me that you like it when I suck your cock darling, tell me!"

"I do," he groaned, powerless to embellish the thought.

Sensing he was close, I labored harder, twisting the improvised tourniquet, constricting and strangling his balls, refusing to let up until he begged. More, I sucked him more; deeper, harder, until at last he cried out, "Do it Alanna - take it."

This was what I had waited for and at that moment I unloosed the tourniquet trussing his scrotum, turned crimson from tension and he exploded into my mouth as jets of thick semen struck the back of my throat, flooding me with sticky warmth.

His sperm was hot, its consistency like nothing else; its taste like nothing else. The definitive aphrodisiac, I could never get enough.

Firmly holding my head in his hands, he quietly finished but with his upper body draped over me and with my mouth filled with his seed, I refused to let go and declined to swallow.

With my chin covered in a glaze of saliva and ejaculate I held his penis firmly in place and reached up to pull at the first bow; releasing one ball, then sucked his penis again. With a firm tug, I released the second and watched as his testicles slowly retreated to their former haven, his body valorously pulling itself back into place.

Mine now, I continued to suck, holding him captive, his cock simmering in its own semen and yet I held back, still unwilling to swallow until certain each unexpended drop was secure. 

After I felt him relax and sensing his remaining seed was safely imparted, I released him. His eyes remained closed as I massaged his sore testicles, one in each hand. He steadily returned from the almost private world of the blowjob, back to our life together.

"Poor darling," I said caringly. "So brave through such an ordeal."

His bright eyes, appreciably dulled through the disordered minutes just past, gradually refocused and in that fleeting instant of affection and surrender I looked once again into the mirror and caught it; a glimpse of what appears on a man's face as if a meteorite brilliantly passing through the heavens. It was a sighting distinctive to the moment just after he ejaculates into his woman's mouth, after which it vanishes.

That picture made it all worthwhile and taking all three ribbons, floating aimlessly in the water; I calmly balled them up, patted the knotted material against my semen-coated chin and stood to face him.

In a gesture of devotion, I lifted my leg onto the side of the tub and with my fingers, separated swollen vaginal lips, opening myself to insert the snarled fabric. Then, searching him for his undivided attention, I swallowed his load with a gulp. His grin was glorious.

Following an open kiss and fleetingly glimpsing the beauty of our blended nakedness in the steamy mirror, I whispered into his ear, "Suppose Marcel, suppose I give you -- say - ten minutes to revive this big boy?" Then with a wink, I added, "After that, you can revisit your trusty ribbons. Happy anniversary, sweetheart." 

End