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Angel Dream

By: LyiT



He slips from his bed, somewhere on the downhill side of the middle of the night. His dreams had been vivid, as they always seemed to be lately. He moves quietly so as not to wake his wife and pads out of the room, down the hallway. A door ahead, slightly cracked, faint glow from within. He pushes the door open, slowly, watching as the room comes into view, as the object of the vivid dreams is revealed in the soft light of the moon through the bedroom windows. 

His sweet angel, his lil kitty kat, his daughter, 18 years old now, her big birthday party just the day before. He smiles, remembering the way her face lit up when he danced with her that afternoon, a special moment, daddy and daughter. "How sweet," he heard from all the partygoers, and wondered if they would say the same if they knew how hard his cock had been, how he had to leave after the dance, go to the bathroom and masturbate.

She slept on her back as usual, the covers kicked off, in disarray. How many times over the years had he come in, tucking her back in safely, keeping his angel warm. But not until the past few months had he had thoughts like this, images of other things he could do before pulling that sheet back up over her sweet, innocent body. That chat site.. that room... the people he chatted with... and now, something he had always abhorred, thought of as monstrous... he was contemplating in the waning hours of the night. 

He moves beside the bed, kneeling there, looking at her perfect angel face, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze travels down again, over her slim body, past the breasts, small, firm, perfect.. down to that special place, her secret sweetness. He notices her nightie has bunched up as she wiggled about in her sleep, her light blue panties revealed to him. He moves down to the end of the bed, looking up, shadows playing hide and seek with her most wonderful mystery, the one he longs to reveal. 

He settles onto the bed, soft, easy, not wanting to disturb her slumber, for her, and for him. Moving forward, he reaches out, notices the slight tremor in his hand as he gets closer, closer... until his fingertips brush the soft cotton panties. Just the barest touch, and his cock already rock hard, twitches. He strokes slowly over the panties, and then, bold, down between her legs, brushing that place, the one in his dreams. He lets his fingers play there softly for a few minutes, stroking up, then down, his touch soft, loving, gentle. At some point a small moan comes from her pretty mouth, her legs parting ever so slightly. He notices all this somewhere in the fog of his mind as he finds his fingers tugging down on the waistband of the panties, the garment halfway down her legs before it registers with him what he has done. But can he stop his hand now, can he put things back and leave, lock these thoughts away forever? The panties continue their downward slide, the questions brushed aside, the need too great to be denied.

He strokes her inner thighs now, the soft pressure as he does so causing them to open wider, and he lays down, his face now an inch from her center. Past the point of no return, no going back for him now, he slides his tongue out, and for the first time in his waking life, he has a taste of his angel. There is just a hint of wetness there, a bit of sweetness, and a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled. The smell of powder, of flesh, of sex, the smell, perhaps, of the the loss of innocence. His cock is throbbing, his tongue flickering out softly, tasting here, there. Finally, he is taking long, slow licks, kitty licks for his kitten, hearing her soft moans, noticing through the haze of his mind the way her knees push out, draw up. He finds his hand on her now, two fingers parting her lips, opening her more to his questing tongue. Slow, easy circles, that sweet forbidden honey unlike anything he has ever tasted, anything he will ever taste, the most amazing, erotic taste he can imagine. Suddenly he realizes that her hips are moving, pushing to his tongue, her body trying to fulfill a need she does not even know it has as she dreams her angel dreams. He slows his play, gradually easing up, away from her. Sitting now, savoring the taste of her, the smell, the feel. He reaches out, taking the panties and replacing them on her before he stands, moving again to the side of the bed, leaning down to kiss her so softly on her lips. "Sleep well my darlin Kitty Kat, may your dreams be sweet and innocent. Daddy loves you more than anything in this world my angel." He walks quietly from the room, returning to his bed, his wife, his life, but perhaps a different one than the one he had when he fell asleep bare hours ago.

The alarm, 6 A.M., he sits up quickly, rubbing his eyes, his mind a sudden blur of confused images. Did he... no, of course not, just another dream, vivid to be sure, but nothing more. He smiles, shaking his head as he settles back down, his hand pushing under his pillow... and drawing back out again, pale blue panties clutched in trembling fingers. 

Angel Dreams: Dream 1



Do you believe in angels? Is it true that each one of us has a guardian angel? I have no solid proof, but I believe. Continue to read and you'll find out why.

My name is Nikki. I am in my mid twenties and single. My body is petite, standing about 5' 3" and 102 pounds. I keep tan all year around living in the south. I am naturally a brunette, but I prefer being blonde, holding on to the thought that blondes have more fun. Finally, I'm beginning to find out this may be true after all.

About a year ago, I found myself at the lowest point of my life. I have always been highly emotional and moody. When I am happy, you'll never find anyone that gets as high as I do. But when I'm not, I fall into a deep depression. There never seemed to be any middle ground with me. I always went from one extreme to another.

What made me sign on to the internet that night? My depression was worse than it had ever been. Finding a reason to live anymore was becoming more and more difficult. My life made no sense at all to me. I was a secretary during the day and a stripper by night. Used by cruel men my whole life or dating nice men who couldn't handle it when they uncovered pieces of my past. All I could think, all that kept going through my mind was, "It's Hopeless". So lonely, I remembered my computer and thought why not? I have millions of people to talk to at my fingertips. But inside I prayed, please let there be someone who can give me a reason to fight and go on.

My profile was very revealing, showing just how dark and depressed I really was. Not only that, it revealed my voracious sexual appetite. For as long as I can remember I have craved sex like some people crave food. I had always considered this a curse and proof that I was sick and far from normal. I talked to quite a few men that night, everyone of them wanting to cyber or have phone sex. Being as scared as I am, never did I give anyone my phone number. But if you wanted to talk about fucking me, no problem. 

Just when I thought I would go to bed, my theory that I am only a sex object confirmed by all the men I had talked to, you IM'd me, my Love. I don't remember your exact words, but they were something to the affect of, "your profile says you love to cyber." I laughed to myself, just more proof. I told you sure I do and I decided a good cum might help me to sleep better. You asked my name, what I looked like, how old I was. I sent you a couple of pictures of me. But right away, something made me feel you were different. After the usual swapping of our physical facts, I waited for you to begin, setting the scene so that we could each get off and then never speak again. That wasn't what happened.

You surprised me by asking me about myself. Not what I looked like or what kind of sex I liked, but what were my hobbies, what kind of music did I listen to, things like that. Real facts about myself and in turn telling me things about yourself. My mind was reeling. What was this guy up to? Was this some inventive way of finding out as much as possible before setting up a really elaborate sexual scene? But the more I talked to you, the more I enjoyed myself and my demons were sent away for awhile, giving me a break. 

Do you remember how long we talked that night, Kevin? I'm not sure, but I know it was early into the morning. Then you said to me, Nikki, I do need to go, my kids get up early in the mornings. Expecting a different answer that what I got, I asked if you were married. It floored me when you said yes. Men don't reveal that to someone online, not someone they wanted to fuck a few hours ago. Married men were not on my list of prospects, in real life or online, but still your honesty impressed me. I told you goodnight and thanked you for being so nice. When I signed off that night, I never expected to hear from you again, even though we put each other on our cyber lists.

Much to my surprise, when I signed on again, there you were. Talking to me, helping to pull me out of a depression that was becoming more and more frequent. Both of us had online access at work, so we even talked during the day. It had gotten to the point that we talked almost every day. During the week, we talked at work, sometimes at night and at least one night on the weekend. You sent me pictures of you. I melted at the sight of this wonderful man that fate had put in my path that dark night. So dark and so handsome, with the most beautiful smile. A little older than me, almost 10 years, but I loved that fact. 

You were going through a tough time in your life too. Your marriage was falling apart and you were forced to make a hard decision. To decide if you wanted to settle on staying married to be with your children or leaving to find the real love you craved and needed. Always honest, you told me that if you decided to stay at home, our relationship would end. This filled me with dread, but I had began to care about you so much, I hoped you could work things out. Never had I seen a man so devoted to his children.

Not long after we had began talking, I had another bad experience with men. After work some coworkers talked me into going to a belated New Year's party. Most of them had worked New Year's Eve and missed out on all the celebrations. I didn't really want to go, I had told you what time I should be home and had planned on spending the rest of the night talking to you. But I didn't follow my instincts, which was becoming a pattern with me. I was also drinking and using drugs more frequently too. Anything to numb the pain that life caused. I told myself I would make an appearance and then leave.

When I woke the next morning, I found myself lying in the floor of a strange house. Bodies passed out all around me. I looked down at myself realizing I was naked, sticky, bruised and sore. Oh God, what had I done now? Humiliated, I crawled around looking for my clothes. I left as quickly as I could, not speaking to anyone before I left. 

When I arrived home, I checked my phone messages. A friend, one of the dancers, had called and left several messages. She wanted to know if I was okay and to please call her when I got home. I called and asked her what was wrong. She told me that one of the other dancers had called her and filled her in on what had happened at the party. My friend was living with someone and had not attended the party. So when she asked again if I were okay, I didn't know what to say.

My mind tried to remember what had happened the night before, but I couldn't sift through the fog. Dreading what she would say, I quietly told her that I didn't remember anything and asked her what had happened? My blood ran cold when she told me what she had heard. Starting at the home of one of my coworkers, I hadn't resisted drinking and getting high. 

Apparently, a couple of the bouncers, one of whom I detested, saw the opportunity to help me get wasted out of my mind. They hung around me all night, dancing and plying me with more booze and drugs. Eventually we left this party when it had died down and went to another one. There, these bastards had worked me up to the point of putting on a show for everyone. 

They cheered and encouraged me as I climbed onto one of the tables and stripped for all of them. Laughing and falling off the table naked, the two of them caught me between them and started groping me. Never one to turn down sex, I didn't this night either. Not even considering that everyone there was getting a live porn show. I don't know all the details, I still can't remember to this day what happened. 

What I was told was that I put up no resistance to the cruel things these two men did to me. Pushing me on my knees with their cocks in their hands, I took them both. Into my mouth, letting them spray their cum all over my naked body. No resistance when they took off their belts, whipping my entire body as other men pinned down my legs and arms. And no resistance when they fucked my body over and over, one on one and then I guess the grand finale when I let both fuck me at once. Sitting, riding one of them while the one I hated brutally fucked me in the ass. Were there other men? I didn't know.

I couldn't stop my body from shaking as my friend hesitantly told me what she had heard. I tried to block her voice, but my demons were whispering to me, telling me that I knew what she said was true. I was trash and I knew it. I began to cry and I told her I couldn't take it anymore. Life was just too hard and too cruel and I just wasn't a strong enough person to keep fighting, especially when I didn't know what I was fighting for. 

She took this to mean that I was going to kill myself. As much as I wanted to die, I knew I would never do this, not directly. I was raised in a very strict church as a child and the memory engraved on my brain was of the guarantee, if you took your own life, you'd go straight to hell. I had no doubt that's where I'd end up anyway, but I couldn't make that decision myself. I was never one to be able to make difficult decisions.

Not understanding what I meant, she called the police. Both her and the police car showed up at my apartment at the same time. They convinced me to check myself into a mental health center that morning. I thought of you, my Love and gave her your screen name, making her promise to contact you. She kept her promise.

Not being able to stand the health center, the therapists, the looks they gave me when I answered their questions, I checked myself out the next day. I did promise I would take the next week off from work, both jobs. 

Ashamed and humiliated when you IM'd me the next day, I tried to blow it off as being my friends fault. She overreacted I told you and I was fine. I'm so glad that you didn't believe me. But my mission from that day, was to convince you why I didn't need to live. You would have none of it. We argued, we fought, we cried, at one time we decided to go our separate ways, you frustrated me so much because you wouldn't understand. I would make you understand and I decided to tell you everything. I wrote you emails, "Nikki Letters", we named them.

My Love, why did these letters not scare you away? Why did you continue, night after night, to put up with me? You told me later that you saw so much more in me than I did and I am still so thankful for you. In these letters, I wrote things to you, disclosed deeply personal secrets that I had never told anyone. You learned of my childhood, the fact that I was sexually molested and raped at a young age, the affair with a much older neighbor while I was in high school, my ability to attract cruel men, college life, and a sadistic live-in boyfriend who almost broke my mind and spirit forever. 

My letters made you angry, not at me, but at the treatment of me by men. You were frustrated too, frustrated that I wouldn't or couldn't realize that none of those things were my fault. But in my mind, it wasn't a coincidence that things kept happening over and over to me. I had to be the cause, it had to be some defect I was born with. Then I told you my biggest shame, my rape as a child, the molestation, even with the devil I lived with, no matter what they did to me, even against my will, I still always managed to have orgasms. That was my proof to you that I was sick. But to my surprise, this didn't convince you. 

You told me that one of the hardest things that victims of rape had to get over was if they got off during the rape. You told me that we were only human and just because our bodies responded to sex, didn't mean it was okay to be taken against your will and it didn't mean I was responsible. 

We continued to talk and through the months something miraculous happened. I stopped being depressed as often, my dark thoughts of death were gone, the demons in my head were much quieter and my opinion of myself was much higher. The most wonderful thing that happened was that we fell in love and in the warmth of your love, I blossomed. You had decided to leave your marriage and were still coping with missing your children. I tried to help you through this, the way you helped me. I hope I was able to, but I know I didn't do as good a job as you did. We began talking on the phone as well. I'll never forget the first time I heard your deep and terribly sexy voice. I was so nervous and so ashamed of my southern accent, but you loved it and continue to tell me what a sexy voice I have as well.

Phone sex was a new experience for me. I don't know if it's as good for everyone as it was with you and I, but I never failed to cum and every orgasm was so intense. 

The first time we had this experience over the phone, I was talking to you on my cell phone as I left my day job to go to work at the club. I had some time to kill so I sat in my car after I parked at the club. Just hearing your voice turns me on and I was so hot and wet sitting there. I knew there was no way I'd make it through work feeling as I did. My car windows are tinted and I had parked in an out of the way parking place pulling up to a brick wall. I put my visor over my windshield and asked you if it was okay for me to play with myself while talking to you. You laughed and told me of course. 

I slipped off my sandals and then my panties. I was wearing a short skirt and tank top. Pulling my skirt up around my waist and my top up over my tits, I laid my seat all the way back. As I listened to your hypnotic voice, I put my feet on the dash, spreading my legs wide and stroked my swollen and wet pussy. As if by magic, my hand became yours and all things you were saying that you wanted to do to me, you were. I came so hard and so loudly, but when I was through, I was so embarrassed. Just another thing you wouldn't stand for, telling me how beautiful I sounded as I came for you.

The only problem during these highly erotic times was that you were at work. You assured me that your own orgasm followed shortly after, but never on the phone. You were living with your parents at the time and had no privacy. 

Then the night arrived when you were alone with the house all to yourself. When you called me and told me, I was ecstatic. Finally, a chance to give back to you what you had so unselfishly given to me. The desire to please you was so strong. Both of us naked in our beds, speaking our desires to each other, my whispering of how much I wanted to taste you, to take your hard cock into my throat, you telling me about fucking me so hard and so deep. I understood immediately after hearing you cum what you had meant about the beautiful sounds. 

That night was so intense, but so confusing. My orgasms with the men in my life were never as intense as this. Was it our love, your ability to convey your feelings and desires so well or was it just the new experience of cumming with a man I've never met? If it wasn't the phone sex, but our love instead, how much more intense would it be if we ever met in person? Those thoughts kept me hot and wet.

Everyday you consume my thoughts more and more. I make decisions based on what I think you'd say or do. Even to the point of not stripping anymore and becoming a waitress instead. Talking to each other brings us closer together making the 1000 miles that separate us not important. Laughing at the differences in the way we speak, eat, and things we say. You living in the north and me in the deep south makes for lots of culture jokes. 

There were times I tried dating with no success, you had a girlfriend for awhile too. But nothing kept us apart, only distance and circumstances prevented us from actually meeting. If anyone had told me that I could fall so deeply in love with a man I had never actually seen or touched, I would have told them they were crazy. But here we are, our love growing more everyday. You loving my childish personality, my love for playing and laughing, my highly sexual nature. I love you manliness, your control, the way you make me listen, the way you care for me and protect me from so far away. 

Never had I had an online relationship before. I had friends I talked to, favorite men I enjoyed cybering with, my favorite chatrooms to go in. Eventually giving all these up just to be with you as much as possible. You, on the other hand, had a couple of online relationships. When you told me about a short one you had with a submissive woman, I was intrigued. Some of the things you told me she liked made me sick, you said she was deep into hard core S&M. You told me then that you could never be a Dom and do those things. I had no idea what any of these names meant, but something struck a nerve and I decided to find out more.

I went into a submissive chatroom that you told me this woman liked. I read with great interest what these women and men were saying to each other. I talked with the submissive women, asking them how they knew what they were. They gave me lots of advice and some websites to go and read. The more I learned about submissiveness, the more I found I had in common with these women. 

I made some of the common mistakes, letting a so called Dom try to dominate me when he hadn't earned my respect, thinking there were rules that you had to abide by. Eventually I met an older Dom in one of the chatrooms who taught me so much and had great patience answering my questions. Eventually he became a mentor to me. The more I learned the more I knew without a doubt what I was. Things that happened in my childhood, my behavior, decisions I had made, the kind of sex I loved, all these things factored into in my discovery and acceptance. It excited me so much to know that I wasn't abnormal, that other women liked and had went through the things I had.

There was only problem with my discovery. I did all these things in secret, never telling you what I was finding out. It ate away at my heart knowing that you said you would never be a Dom. But I also knew that if you had made this choice based on the other submissive woman you knew and what she liked, that you were wrong. I now knew it was different with each couple, all people were different and had their own limits and preferences. I decided to begin slowly talking to you about what I had learnt. 


First an email telling you some of the comparisons that I had made with myself and submissive women, asking for your opinion. To my surprise, you told me that you had known all along that I was a submissive, but that you wanted me to discover it on my own. My Love is so wise. Even then you told me that even though you knew you were attracted to sub's, you couldn't be a Dom. For once, I knew you were wrong. You dominate me constantly, giving me the protection, advice and the kind of love I desire. 

I sent you some addresses for some of the websites I thought might help you overcome the misconceptions you had about D/s lifestyles. I began telling you of some of my fantasies about being bound by you and spanked. My heart swelled when we discovered how much these fantasies turned you on. I told you of my desires, why I craved a D/s lifestyle, not just for playing or doing sexual scenes, but to make this my way of life 24/7. The way you responded was amazing. 

We discussed what neither of us wanted to do, some things I wanted you weren't wild about and vice versa. Neither of us were into hardcore S&M, but I craved the painful pleasure of a submissive and you understood. Most everything each of us desired or didn't, we agreed on. Just as I had found my destiny, discovered what I was meant to be with your help and encouragement, you had made some discoveries about yourself my Love. There was a reason you were attracted to submissive women. The reason being that you were a Dom, you desired the love and devotion given freely by sub's and you desired to dominate. You had trouble accepting this, but when I showed the ways you dominated me, you had to agree.

Suddenly the sexual relationship between us became more intense. The things we talked about and revealed that we wanted during sex, making us more hot for each other and turning us on to extreme levels. You couldn't believe how quickly and how hard you could now make me cum by telling me the painful pleasure you would inflict on me or telling me exactly what to do to get myself off. 




Angel Dreams: Dream 2



[My Love, I have just gotten offline with you tonight. You make me happier than I've ever known. Your love and concern for my well being fills me like nothing else. We discussed how it would be, to be able to touch each other in real life. I teased you, telling you that with all the information I had about you, I could be in the same city as you without you ever knowing. You smiled your handsome smile and dared me to do just that.

Now as I lay down to sleep, my thoughts are filled with you and what that first meeting will be like that. My nude body comfortable between the cool sheets of my bed, satisfied by the loving and intense sex you have given to me tonight, I fall asleep so that I can meet you in my dreams. The only place we can meet for now, but just for now my Love...]

Oh my God, I couldn't believe it. I play the lottery every week since it's legal in the southern state I live next to. I won!! Me!! Not millions like some people in this state have won, but thousands!! What am I going to do with all this money? My mind racing about all the bills I can pay off and I think of my Love. I rush home to get online so that I can email you and tell you of my good luck. Thinking of all the things this money will enable me to do, I think of what I want most in this world. It hits me!! I want you Kevin, my Love!!

How, just how can I use this money to get my one desire? But what will you say? Will you encourage me to come to you or will you tell me to wait? I know it's wrong, but even though I'm a sub, I have a very stubborn streak. No!! I just won't tell you right now. I'll surprise you!! My heart is beating wildly thinking that my fantasies are about to come true. To see you my Love!! To feel your hands on my body, to have you hold me close to your hard body, to taste you and to finally know what it feels like to be held in those strong, protective arms. But I had to be patient and come up with a plan.

I try to stay as calm as possible the next few months when I talk to you online and on the phone. You can't believe I've quit my day job and as much as I hate to lie to you, I tell you that I'm finally getting to bartend like I've always wanted and I don't need the day job. What you also don't know is that I've quit my night job too. I just don't get online the nights I'm supposed to work. I use this time to pack. 

I've paid off all of my bills and made arrangements to fly to your state this weekend. Unfortunately I can't be with you yet. I have to find a place to live. Yes, I'm moving there and leaving the south. I've never been close to my family since I became a stripper. I'm an only child and my parents had practically disowned me. I did write to them to tell them I'm moving. I tell them I have a legitimate job offer up north, knowing that this will make them happy. Their only child will not be trash anymore. This new, respectable job will be worth me living 1000 miles away.

The several hour flight to your home state has given me time to work out my plan further. I already have hotel reservations and a car rental for when I arrive. My goal this trip will be to find and buy a house. I know the city you work in and that your children live in. This is where I want to find a house, so that you can be close to work and your loved ones. I bought a laptop and am still able to talk to you online just as though I'm at home, plus I have my cell phone that will allow you to call me this far from my home. I am so nervous, but determined to do this. I love you that much.

I get my car and check in, immediately contacting the real estate agency. I explain to the lady that I'm in a hurry to buy a home and move. Time is of the utmost importance. She is eager to help me, even more so when I explain that I will be paying cash. I tell her the type house I'm looking for and the cost range. She assures me that she will work on it all day and first thing tomorrow morning she will have a list for her and I to go look at. I thank her and hang up the phone. 

Eager to check out the new city I will be living in, I take the directions that I got from the internet and set out to find where you work. With little trouble I find the building and just stare in wonder, knowing my Love is this close to me. I am determined not to spy on you, which would be too disloyal. I drive back to the hotel. By the time I arrive, I am so turned on just by being so close to you. When I sign on, you tell me you have some free time and would I like to call you. Oh yes, my Love, very much!

I close my eyes and savor the sound of your magical voice as you answer. A lump immediately fills my throat and I will myself not to weep over the fact that soon, I'll see you speaking and that voice will whisper directly into my ears. 

You are concerned over my quietness and ask what is wrong? I tell you that I'm embarrassed because I am so turned on by you. You chuckle deep in your throat, making my pussy throb even more. " Little one," you ask me, "do you require any assistance from me?" "Yes, my Love," my voice quivers. "What do you want angel?" I am quiet and you ask again, telling me that unless I ask, you can't help me. "I want you my Love, I want to hear you talk about having your hands on my body, I want to hear you tell me how bad you want to fuck my wet cunt and I need you to make me cum." "Yes, angel, I want to do those things for you as well. Will you obey what I tell you to do to your hot little pussy?" you ask. "Yes, oh yes my Love, I will," I whisper passionately.

When you ask what I'm wearing, I tell you I have on my panties and bra. You tell me to pull my bra straps down and to raise my tits up over my bra, but do not pull it off. I do this and tell you when I'm done. You tell me to roll my small nipples very tightly between my fingers until they are tender and hard. I do as you ask, moaning as I think of your hands and mouth doing this to me. When you tell me, I lay back on the bed and pull off my panties.

[Is your pussy nice and wet for me angel?] Oh yes, it is so wet and so hot. [I want you to slide three fingers into your cunt and fuck it hard, put the phone down between your legs so that I can enjoy the sound of my little one fucking herself.] I feel as though I could cum right then, knowing you were stroking your hard cock, listening to my juicy pussy being pumped. After a few minutes, I put the phone back to my ear and ask if that was long enough? You tell me [yes my angel, do you want to cum for me? If so, beg me to allow this.]

Please my Love, please may I cum for you, I beg. "Not yet little one," you laugh sexily. Do you see me between your widely spread legs? Close your eyes and imagine as I look down at you, holding my hard cock in my hand, asking you what you want. My other hand pulling so hard on your tender nipple that you squeal with delight. I rub the head of my dick on your throbbing clit [rub your clit now angel] in slow circles, my pre cum adding to your already soaked pussy. 

Hearing you moan with desire for me to fuck you [beg me now angel] you are begging for me to fuck you, where do you want my hard cock? Should I fuck your wet cunt or should I fuck your tight little asshole? [answer me now angel] Oh, my little one wants her hot little pussy fucked by her Love. Do you see me putting the tip of my shaft against your wet hole? [take your other hand and insert each finger one at a time until you have your whole hand fucking your pussy] Feel me little one as I shove my cock deeply into your body, making you scream with desire, fucking you hard and fast, pulling the length of my dick out and shoving it back in, burying it inside you while the other hand pinches your swollen clit[pinch your clit with your other hand angel] Beg me little one, what do you want?

Oh my Love, I want you to make me cum I scream. [ask permission angel] Please, oh please let me cum, I beg you. You scold me, I didn't tell you to beg me, should I stop or will you obey? "I will obey you," I answer. "My Love, may your angel please have permission to cum?" I asked as I try to catch my breath. You are silent for a minute that lasts forever, while I keep fucking my pussy with one hand and pinching my clit with the other. Cum now angel, cum for me, let me feel your tight pussy squeezing against my cock as I fuck you, is your reply. I scream, knowing that anyone in the rooms adjoining mine had to be able to hear. I don't care as my body explodes, my mind envisioning you fucking my body.

As my body finally begins to quit pulsing, my heart and breathing returning to normal, we tell each other how much we love the other one. After you tell me how beautiful I am and how much you want me, you ask me if I disobeyed you? I tell you yes and when you ask how, I answer that I begged instead of asked for permission to cum. Should you be punished angel you ask me and I reply quietly, telling you yes, I should be punished. 

When you ask if I'm in my bedroom, I lie and tell you yes. Then your instructions begin: [get your belt, a narrow one] I do what you ask, trembling, but anticipating your orders. [bend over the bed, spreading your legs wide as you do] I tell you that I am bent over, my legs wide. [I want you to lay the phone down, close so that I can hear what you do and then I want you to begin strapping your beautiful ass, making sure that your lovely little cunt gets a few licks too] How many times I ask you? [since you asked before I could tell you, I think instead of 10, you need 20 little one, do you agree?] Yes my Love.

I lay the phone on the edge of the bed so that you can hear me. Whipping myself is not easy, but I widen my legs and use one hand to pull one ass cheek open so that the belt will be sure to strike my pussy. I close my eyes, seeing you standing behind me with the belt in your hand. I count off the licks as I raise my arm up high, bringing the narrow belt down on my ass. 

The sting of the belt takes my breath and makes my tender cunt throb. I bring the belt down quickly each time, but pausing between licks so that each one can sink in. I squeal loudly each time the belt wraps around my ass and hits my wet pussy. Finally I have done what you asked and pick the phone up, tears falling down my face. You hear my breathing and praise me for doing such a good job and how pleased you are. I smile through my tears and tell you thank you for loving me so. We talk a few minutes more and then hang up.

After eating dinner, I go to bed to prepare myself for the long day to come tomorrow. I hope to find the house, get the paper work started (which shouldn't be too hard, since I'm paying cash) and then book a flight for that evening or the next morning. I sleep dreaming of you my Love.

The day starts early for my real estate lady, Betty and me. She has done an excellent job finding what I'm looking for in the area. I love each house and wonder how I will ever decide between them. I wish you could be here with me to help. I hate making big decisions alone, always worried of making the wrong one.

The houses are all so similar, each meeting the requirements I had given her and all in the same price range. Each one is located close enough for your work and to your kids. We get to the last one and my head aches so badly from trying to decide. I notice what a pretty yard this one has with lots of trees and flowerbeds. I think to myself how much you would love that since you love to garden. It is very pretty inside, lots of woodwork, good condition, beautiful floors and very spacious. When I think I've seen it all, I start to sink down onto the sofa. Betty sees this and smiles. I have one more room to show you and then we will be done she said. Another room? I asked.

I'm thinking to myself that she's mistaken, but I see the door she is pointing at. I didn't notice it before. When she opens it, I realize it has stairs going down. My curiosity getting the best of me, I walk ahead of her down to a finished cellar. No windows or doors, but lovely walls, floors, heating and air vents, a small bathroom with running water and electricity. She informs me that the previous owners had made this cellar into an extra bedroom for their teenager. 

I slowly turn in the room, the other houses did not have any cellars or basements. I wondered what we could do with this room and then a wonderful idea popped into my head. A secret playroom just for you and I!! My mind started racing thinking of all we could put in this room, it was almost the size of the whole house. Betty clears her throat and brings me back to reality. I'll take it, I told her smiling widely, this is the one!!

We went back to her office and got all the necessary paperwork filled out. I had already went and opened a bank account in town the day before and I drafted her a check for the house. Since I lived so far away, she had taken time to ensure that everything that needed to be signed and covered was taken care of. She assured me that she would handle all of this personally and expeditiously. I thanked her and told her to call if any problems should arise. 

Passing where you work again, smiling to myself, I drive back to the hotel. Soon my Love, soon. I am able to get a flight back that night, checked out, drove to the airport and returned my rental car. After the plane was in the air, I was able to get my laptop out and chat with you for a little while. You had a hard day at work and went to bed early. I slept the rest of the way, dreaming of my Love.

With all my belongings packed and ready, the moving truck loaded, I told the little town I had lived in so long good-bye. I had gone out the night before with a few of my closest friends, promising to write and email often. You think I am on vacation, while I am going to use this week to drive to my (hopefully soon, to be our) new house, unpack, buy whatever new furniture I needed, and get everything in its place. But what I anticipated more than anything, was the moving the new furniture I had already bought into the playroom. Many antique, exotic and kinky pieces I had went ahead and purchased. I ordered quite a few items from the internet, having them shipped to my new address. I wanted this room to be ready when you first arrived at the house.

Finally, everything is unpacked, put away, furniture in place and cleaned. I still had over half of my winnings left and had transferred it all to my new bank. Hoping it would be okay with you, I had Betty help me find a contractor to do some outside work for me. The house had a porch, but not the kind I wanted. The contractor told me he could build a longer porch and screen it in for me. I ordered a porch swing from a small shop located in the Smoky Mountains (I needed a few touches from home). I also contracted him to enlarge the deck in the back, install a sunken hot tub in the deck and to put an in-ground pool in. 

The back lawn was very large and had a privacy fence all around it, but I wanted another iron fence around the pool to make it safer. I told him that I needed an estimate on the cost for him to have enough people working so that it was done in two weeks. He told me that wasn't a problem and gave me a good price. He started his people working on it immediately.

I decided to buy only the furniture I had to have right now. I wanted you to be with me and help to pick out everything else we needed. My furniture barely filled this big house. I had everything I needed for the kitchen and breakfast room, but nothing for the dining room. My living room furniture was placed in the den, but I would wait on you to furnish the living room. Our bedroom was furnished and I did buy two more beds for each of your children's rooms, but would wait on them to pick out what else they wanted and how they wanted to decorate their rooms. 

I went ahead and bought all I needed for the bathrooms. This house had one upstairs, one in the master bedroom upstairs, one in the playroom and one downstairs. My apartment had only one bathroom. Downstairs I put my desk, bookcase and computer in what would be our study. There was another room upstairs that I thought could be a guest bedroom. I would wait on you also to furnish this room. I put my tanning bed and cross trainer in the room over the garage and hoped you would help me to pick out some type of weight bench, especially in case you wanted to work out too. I bought a large mirror to put on one wall of the workout room and placed several large exercise mats on the floor.

The most fun room to decorate other than our bedroom was the playroom. All of the furniture I had bought fit in nicely and I loved the looks on the movers' faces when they placed all this down in the cellar. I knew they had to wonder what this room was going to be for, although most of the pieces could have been for a bedroom. I did finish this room completely, but there would be room for anything else my Love wanted to add. I did worry about people going into this room and our ability to be comfortable decorating and using it like we wanted. I also worried about your children going down there.

I asked the contractor if he could install a very high door lock and a good deadbolt. He told me yes, of course. While he was doing this, he must have noticed what was in the room and what it was for. When he asked if he could talk to me about the room in private, I was afraid he was going to proposition me. Instead he told me that he was good at designing and was an engineer. He asked if I wanted some way to keep people out of the room and I told him yes. He said he could fix the steps to be hidden. 

When he saw how intrigued I was, he went on to explain how he could install a mechanism to make the steps slide into the wall and disappear. I asked if he could have it done in the same two week deadline and he told me yes. I told him to do it. My Love, I am so excited with all this progress and can't wait until I can tell you and show you all of it.

Betty and I had become friends since I purchased the house from her. She was very helpful, knowing that I didn't know anyone that lived here or my way around. I called her to see if she could take a day off to help me find some things I needed. She did and we spent the day going around town. Betty had prearranged for my electricity, water, cable and phone to be turned on when I arrived to move in the house. 

This day she took me to a dealership, I had decided to buy another car. I would keep mine, but it was a sports car without much room. I bought a SUV that day, so that a family could ride in it comfortably, as I knew that you had a truck without much room also. They agreed to deliver it to the house for me. Then she helped me to find a hairdresser who could cut my hair the way I liked for it to be. My hairdresser had special schooling to cut curls into mine with no need for chemical treatment. She had given me my card with my hair color and highlight color so that my new hairdresser would know the same color to use. I also wanted a shop that did nails and waxing and this one did. When I asked if they did complete bikini waxing, the lady told me yes. I have always had my entire pussy waxed, including between my cheeks.

We then went to the tag office to replace my out of state tags and then to the DMV to change my drivers license. We had a nice lunch and then ended our day going to the grocery store, so that I could fully stock the pantries and freezer. I had made an appointment at the beauty salon for the next day and then I hoped I could arrange to meet you the day after since all the work on the house was complete. I couldn't believe that I had finished all this and still had half my winnings left.

I got online that night to talk to you. I knew that tomorrow was the day you had your children during the week. I asked what you had planned on doing the rest of the week and you told me nothing at all. Just coming home to your parents and talking to me. My heart was beating so fast I thought I may not live to see you. I knew that the day after tomorrow I would call and see if you would meet me and I prayed you would say yes.




Angel Dreams: Dream 2



I called the hotel located right next to your work and made reservations for the next two nights. I didn't want to tell you about the house right away, afraid that might be too overwhelming all at once. When the receptionist asked what kind of room I wanted and how many people, I told her the nicest room with a very large bed and it would be for two people.

I spent the first part of the next day putting all the finishing, homey touches to the house. Lots of candles, potpourri, throw pillows and hanging baskets of flowers on the porch and deck. I would wait on you to decide about what would be planted in the yard. Then I went to the salon. It was a full day of beauty treatments, helping me to prepare to meet my Love for the first time. I had a manicure and pedicure, with my nails painted a deep burgundy. Then I had a complete bikini wax from front to back, finishing with having my roots done, my ends trimmed and a few blonder highlights put in my hair. I knew none of these things overly concerned you, but they helped me to feel more confident.

When I arrived home, I packed a small suitcase wanting to create the appearance that I had just flown in to town. It took a while to decide what to wear for you in that first meeting. I knew that even though we were deeply in love and that our relationship was more than physical, we would want to touch and come together very quickly that first time. 

I bought a very pretty white silk gown. It had tiny spaghetti straps and the material was so fine, you could almost see through it. The gown was not too short, stopping a few inches above my knees. The front was cut down, not deep, but the back, the back was nonexistent almost. It plunged down almost to my ass. I also bought white silk thong panties to wear. I packed a couple of outfits to change in to and a few toys. I knew you would punish me for all this sneaking, but I didn't know when or where. I took some restraints for my wrists and ankles and a small leather flogger. Packed, also, were quite a few candles, scented soap and bubble bath. 

That night in bed I tossed and turned wondering if I had made the right decision to move here without telling you. It was early in the morning before I was able to fall asleep.

My Love, the day has arrived that I will find out if you'll agree to meet me or not. I drove the SUV to the hotel, knowing you knew what my sports car looked like and not wanting you to see the new tags yet. I checked into the hotel and went up to prepare the room. Not only did I have my suitcase, but also I had brought my laptop. 

When I arrived in the beautiful room, I immediately emailed you telling you to please call my cell phone as soon as you arrived at work and that it was urgent. 

It was very early in the morning and I had a few hours before you would be at work. I took a very long bubble bath and shaved my legs and underarms. I put on a delicious scent of lotion and began getting ready. I had decided to pile my hair up high on my head in curls with some strands hanging down in front. You liked pictures of my hair fixed this way, but I knew that you would take it down too. I put on minimum amount of make up and brushed my teeth for the fifth time. Betty had also helped me to find a good dentist in town and I had gone a few days earlier for a cleaning, but I wanted everything to be perfect.

I set about fixing the room. The candles were put all around the room and on each side of the bed, most scented, but a few play candles were unscented. I changed the sheets on the bed, replacing them with white satin ones that I had packed. The restraints were placed on the table beside the bed, along with the flogger. I also brought a red satin kneeling pillow I had ordered online. You weren't real comfortable with me kneeling for you, but understood that I would need to sometimes. I knew today would be a day that I would need to. There was a knock on the door making me jump with surprise, but it was the bottle of chilled champagne that I had ordered. I put on my new gown and panties, anxiously awaiting your call.

My heart leaped into my throat when my cell phone rang. I picked it up, but had to clear my throat several times so that I could speak. You were very concerned and asked what was wrong. You said that you had called as soon as you had read my message. It was now or never and I knew I had to get a hold of myself. My Love, I asked you, do you trust me? You answered, yes of course I do angel, what is wrong? You were puzzled when I asked if you had a phone directory close and if you would look the number up for the hotel next to your work. I don't know what was going through your mind, maybe you thought I wanted to ask if I could come to you and wanted the number to make reservations. You sounded strange when you told me that you had the number and asked if I wanted it.

My heart beating wildly, I answered, no my Love, I want you to call it and ask for room 205. There was silence on phone for several seconds and finally you told me okay and hung up the phone. My mind was thinking of all the possibilities of what you may be thinking, but I didn't have time to figure it out. In less than a minute the hotel phone rang. I picked it up and said as calmly as I could, hello my Love. Again, silence on the phone. 

When you spoke, I still couldn't determine what you were thinking or feeling. You said it seems as though my angel has decided to fly close to her Love and I said yes Sir, she did. Then you asked what did your angel wish for her Love to do and I told you that I wished for you to come to me right then if you could. To come to room 205 and walk through the unlocked door without knocking. I thought I could here laughter in your voice when you asked if your angel had any other instructions and I told you no. After you arrived, I would be following my Love's instructions. Then you hung up the phone.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, lit all the candles and knelt on the pillow. I had placed myself so that you could see me as soon as you opened the door. As I knelt and waited, I wondered if you would come or if you would be able to leave work. Oh God, what have I done, I asked? Knowing I should have discussed all this with you, the magnitude of what all I had done behind your back sunk in. 

IF you even came at all and IF you wanted to stay with me, I deserved to be severely punished for many days. I could feel my throat begin to ache and the hot tears building behind my eyes. I had been so stupid to take it upon myself to do all these things without considering the consequences. My thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open. I wanted to look up at you so badly, but the guilt I felt kept my head bowed and my eyes lowered.

The tears escaped from behind my eyelids and my body began to tremble when you knelt down, gently took my chin and lifted my face to look at you. I thought I would faint from just the sound of your voice when you called me angel and told me to open my eyes and look at you. When I opened my eyes and looked into your warm and loving ones, I felt myself falling and I felt your strong arms. I had really fainted.

I awoke to find myself lying on the bed and looked up to see you staring at me, a guarded look upon your face. It seemed you were studying me closely. Your strong voice asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell you. "My Love?" I asked. Then I looked down to see my new drivers license in your hand. I began to tremble uncontrollably again, my eyes becoming wide knowing my plan to wait and tell you had failed. 

"Nikki, have you always lived this close to me?" you asked harshly. Suddenly realizing what you must be thinking, I started to sit up to explain anxiously. "Lie back down," you ordered. "I didn't give you permission to sit up," you told me coldly and then you said, "explain this now." With tears running out of the corners of my eyes, I explained about the money and then quietly told you about my plans and the house. I looked at you, hoping you believed me, trying to figure out what was going on in your handsome head.

You sat for a minute, still looking incredulously at me. Then when you spoke, my heart sank. "You don't trust me angel," you began. When I started to protest, you held up your hand to silence me. "If you did, you would have told me what you wanted to do and trusted me to make the right decision," you said. My eyes closed and I knew what you were saying was true. "Nikki, this is no way to begin a relationship," you continued. "If there is any hope of us staying together, you have to trust me to make the right decisions for us." "Do you not agree?" you asked. I nodded my head, but you told me to open my eyes, to look at you and to answer. "Yes Sir, I agree," I answered.

"I know you have been treated badly by men and I understand you did this out of fear of rejection, am I right?" you asked. I told you yes. "Did you think about what would happen if I had of rejected you?" You didn't give me time to answer before you continued. "You would have been here in a town where you know no one but me, with a house and responsibilities," you said. "I need to know right now angel, can you trust me to make the decisions?" you asked. "Yes my Love," I said with no hesitation. I began to cry, but rose to do what you said when you replied, "I want you to go back home, now, today angel, and trust me to decide when you may return."

Knowing I deserved what you had decided, I got up to get dressed. You watched me closely as I opened by suitcase, taking out clothes to wear home. You asked me if I should go ahead and call the airlines to book a flight and I told you yes. My heart was heavy as I walked to the phone, looked up the number and started to dial. "Do you understand why?" you asked me and I told you yes. "Do you still love me?" you asked and I turned to look you into your eyes and told you without a doubt I do love you. 

You smiled, making my heart melt and I had to turn quickly back to the phone to hide my tears, as I began to dial again. When the receptionist answered, I told her I wanted to check on a flight. Just as she started to ask me where my destination would be, the line went dead. I noticed then that you had your hand over the phone, hanging it up. I looked questionably at you and was surprised to see you smiling.

"Angel, do you really think I would send you away?" you asked. Your question confused me and I only shrugged my shoulders. You took me in your arms, my body melting against yours. "I only needed to see if you trusted me enough and loved me enough to do what I thought was right," you said quietly. "It makes me so angry to see the hurt that other men have caused someone as giving and caring as you are, but you have to realize and believe that I'm not like those men," you said. I nodded against your chest, my tears of joy soaking the front of your shirt.

You took me by the arms and gently moved me slightly away from your body. I looked up into your eyes, my heart pounding as you lowered your mouth onto mine. The warm gentle kiss was almost enough to make me faint again. Our first kiss!! I couldn't believe I was actually standing there, feeling your mouth touch mine, your tongue slowly moving against mine, searching, tasting as I melted against you again. You let go of my arms to wrap your arms around my waist and my arms immediately went up around your shoulders. You held me tight against you, I could feel you hardening against my belly, our kiss becoming more urgent and passionate.

My mind was a whirl of activity, our kiss seemed to go on forever, and suddenly you tore your mouth from mine. I was unsteady, but you held me, looking down into my eyes. You told me that you'd rather not have to punish me the first time we ever met, but what I had done was serious. You explained that punishing me would be least favorite thing that you would ever do to me. 

I looked up at you, smiling. I told you that I understood completely, that I knew why you had to punish me and I expected it, I even brought you some tools. I blushed as you chuckled and told me that yes, you had noticed what I brought. Suddenly serious again, you told me that you would like to see my dancing skills as you sat down in a chair. I hadn't prepared for this, but you knew that I was a stripper before and I can see why you would ask.

You told me that you didn't mind me putting on some music when I asked and I did. I looked at you and took a deep breath, wondering why this was so hard when I had stripped for total strangers before. I closed my eyes and began to move my body, swaying with the music. My body took over and I danced closer to you. Teasing you by moving close, then away, I began to pull up my gown. I turned away from you, bending over as I pulled the gown from my body. 

I put my hands over my tits as I turned back to face you, loving the dark passionate look in your eyes. I danced closer to you, still covering myself, until I had each leg on either side of yours. With my chest almost in your face, I removed my hands, slowly rubbing my breasts down your neck on your chest as I bent down. When I began to rise back up, you put your hands on my shoulders bringing one of my tits to your face. I moaned as your mouth covered my nipple and began sucking me deeply into your mouth. Your hands reach up to pull the clip from my hair, causing it to tumble down over my shoulders as you ran your hands through it.

With much difficulty I backed away and prayed that you didn't want a long dance. I turned from you again and running my hands up and down my backside, I started slowly sliding my thong down, the further down I slid it the more I bent over. When the thong was at my feet, I was touching my toes, my ass in the air only a few feet from you. I turned around again to see your hand rubbing your cock through your pants. I had an idea that I would dance to you and kneel to go down on you, but you stopped me, saying not yet.

I watched as you got up and walked over to the bed, popping me on my bare ass as you walked by, making my pussy quiver. I watched as you ripped the top sheet and spread off the bed. You motioned with your finger for me to come to the bed. When I got there, you instructed me to lie in the center and to lie on my stomach. I did as you asked and you took one wrist securing it to one corner of the bed and then the same with the other. Then you told me to spread my legs and tied each of them to the opposite corners. 

As I lay there, completely open to you and unable to move, I was almost ashamed at how wet I knew that I had become. You knelt at the head of the bed looking at me, telling me how beautiful I was. I smiled at you, then you told me that I was going to receive part of my punishment. You told me that there would be more later, but you didn't want me bound the first time we made love so you would keep it short. I nodded at you and watched you get up until you were out of my sight.

The longer you made me lay there, the hotter I became. When the flogger struck my body, I wondered at my choice of toys. Each leather strap spreading to strike my body made me wince, but I tried to hold back any cries of pain, knowing you were uncomfortable. You started slowly and not striking very hard. It reminded me that you had never done this before and probably wanted to make sure you didn't hurt me too bad. You struck a little faster and harder, testing. Occasionally you would rub where you struck me and at those times I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure. I don't know how many times the flogger came down, but you got quite good at it quickly.

You mainly struck my ass, but sometimes my waist, my thighs and once on my shoulders making me cry out. I knew that if I didn't hold back that I would cum while lying there feeling the sting of your punishment. Finally the flogger stopped and after you removed your clothing, your hands, your tongue and your mouth replaced the flogger. My body shuddered as you kissed down each leg to my ankles, untying them. I know I was covered in chill bumps as you kissed all the way back up my body and then up each arm, untying each of them.

You rolled me over and before my back ever touched the bed, your mouth was on mine. I was lost in the feelings that over took my body as your body covered mine, your tongue urgently moving in my mouth. My hands caressing your body, up and down your back and you inhaled sharply as my hand closed around your hard cock. I felt the wetness on my hand and as you started kissing down my neck to my chest, I brought my hand up to my mouth. I could feel your eyes on me as I began to lick the pre cum off my fingers, loving the salty taste of you. You groaned as you watched me and moved up to kneel between my legs.

Spreading each leg wide, looking into my eyes, your hand moved against my wet pussy. My hips jerked up off the bed as I felt you touch my swollen button. My eyes closed as you began rubbing my clit alternating by dipping your fingers into my wet hole. "Look at me angel," you said. I opened my eyes, biting my lip as your fingers continued their sweet torture. I looked into your smiling eyes and moaned as my pussy almost convulsed on your hand. Try to hold it, you told me and I nodded, biting harder on my lower lip.

I couldn't stop my hips from rising off the bed, moving against your hand as you continued your assault on my throbbing clit. Moaning loudly and moving faster, I looked at you and moaned I couldn't hold it any longer. "Cum for me angel, cum now," you ordered and I exploded. As my orgasm overtook me, your mouth dipped down between my legs and you thrust your tongue into me, tasting me cum for you. 

Looking down and seeing your dark head between my legs, feeling your tongue lapping my wetness made me cum harder and my hips bucked, thrusting me against your face. You rose and leaned down to kiss me, the taste of me on your mouth making me crazy. 

It seemed unreal as I watched you rise, push one of my legs up almost to my chest, and start rubbing the head of your dick between my swollen lips. Your eyes held mine as I felt you position your hardness at my sensitive entrance. Unable to look away, we looked into each other's soul as I felt you push yourself inside me, burying yourself completely in my love. My body arched up to take you inside me and the moan that emitted from my mouth didn't even sound familiar to me.

You lifted my other leg and held them both behind my knees, pushing them apart and toward my body, opening me widely for your thrusting hips. I grabbed the headboard behind me, holding on to keep myself from floating away, moaning and screaming in ecstasy as I continued to look into your eyes, feeling your hard cock thrusting faster and deeper into me. 

I could feel my muscles tightening against you and I brought one hand down to pinch my nipple. This made you groan loudly, watching me touching myself, you moved faster, now voraciously fucking my body. I began screaming, please, oh please fuck me, fuck me harder my love. You smiled at me, moving even faster in and out of my body, sweat glistening on your handsome face. When you began telling me to cum for you, my body went out of control, moving with you, thrusting my hips up to meet yours, my hands coming around to cling to your shoulders.

When the first orgasm starts to hit me, I can't stop myself from digging my nails into you. I start screaming "I love you" as my pussy clenches against your thrusting cock over and over again, trying to draw you deeper inside me. Your hands tighten on my legs and I watch you in the throes of your own orgasm, your handsome face contorting with the overwhelming feelings as you slow down your thrusting, but start moving in and out slower, only now stabbing hard into my pulsing cunt, our bodies smacking loudly together. 




Angel Dreams: Dream 2



As I feel your warm load cover the walls of my pussy, as I hear the groans of your satisfaction, my body becomes wrapped up in another orgasm. The knowledge of your pleasure spurs me to climb higher as I again clench around your shaft. I hear you telling me yes, yes little one, cum again for me. 

I groan in the effort as my body tenses, every muscle tight, my breathing cut off and when another orgasm hits me, I scream out in ecstasy. As my hips rise, grinding up against you, I open my eyes and see black spots dancing in front of them. As the spasms slow down, I feel myself slip away from you again. The feelings too intense for my mind to handle, I faint in your arms as you chuckle to yourself, wondering if I'm going to faint every time I cum.

When my eyes open again, I am wrapped in the circle of your arms. My head resting on one of your arms as you stroke my hair, the other arm around my waist pulling me against you as you rest on your elbow, looking down at me. "I love you my little angel," you smile. "I love you too, my Love," I breathlessly reply. You look at me in wonder and say, "so, tell me about this house you bought behind my back." Laughing and squeezing me against you as I blush all the way to the roots of my hair...

[I awaken and stretch pleasantly, smiling to myself and thinking, "I can't wait to describe this dream to my Love. I wonder what he will say about my "resourcefulness." Realizing how wet my pussy is, I close my eyes and begin to imagine your hands as I reflect on my latest dream...]

To Be Continued...



Angel Dreams: Dream 3



[How do you do this my Love? How do you make me feel so much from so far away, when men close to me only cause me pain? My thoughts are filled with you and the time we just spent together. 

You called me to wish me a good night and found me in the tub. Just hearing your voice, as I lay naked in the warm water, immediately turned me on. You chuckled when I told you this and agreed that the picture in your mind had awakened your desire for me this night. 

With the sound of your strong, sensual voice in my ear, I followed your instructions completely and willingly. My hand becomes an extension of yours as I stroked my desire while lying back in the tub. 

The images in my mind, vivid as you described the way you would fill me with your hard cock. The water had no time to cool as you made love to me over the phone. When you gave me the order to cum for you, my body immediately exploded and as I came, the sound of your mutual satisfaction was sweet music in my ears.

As I lay in bed tonight, thinking of you and our time together, my eyes close so that I can meet you my Love. Meet you in our wonderful world of dreams...]

My mind wandered as I got dressed and packed my things. I couldn’t believe that we were together and after punishing me, as I so deserved, we were now going to our new house. I look over at you; your strong frame fills the chair as you watched me dress, your eyes hard to read. Will your eyes on me always make me feel this way? I think so. Such a wonderful feeling to know that I am so loved and cherished.

Driving to the house, you following me in your truck, my heart races wildly. Will you like the house I have chosen, the neighborhood, the changes I had made? My hands are damp as they grip the wheel of the SUV that you had complimented and praised me for buying. I pray you feel the same about the house.

I get out of the vehicle as you pull into the driveway. The wringing of my hands and the look on my face as I stand and wait on you gives my fear away. You put your arm around me and whisper, “don’t worry angel, I’m sure I will love it.” When I open the door, you swing me into your arms and carry me into the house. 

I watch you anxiously as I show you around. I show you everything, saving our playroom in the cellar for last. You compliment me on everything and everything I had modified and you loved the outside as well. I take you into the cellar, demonstrating our stairs as I do. You look in awe at the room I had prepared for us, examining all the items I had bought. When I tell you that it is my favorite room and that I couldn’t wait for us to be together in here, you smile wickedly at me.

“Angel,” you begin, “do you remember in the hotel room how I told you that there would be more punishment to follow for your deceptions?” “Yes, my Love, I remember,” I reply as my head drops down in shame. “Part of your punishment will be that it will be two months before we use this room,” you tell me as I nod in acceptance. “I understand my Love,” I reply. You smile at me and take me in your arms, “it will be worth the wait, little one,” you whisper in my ear.

You take a vacation from work and the next few weeks were filled with shopping, you moving in, furnishing our new home, and lots of passionate times. I plead with you to take over the management of my money, to please add your name to the account and let it become our money. You are reluctant to do this, but know how I hate responsibilities like these. 

We could not keep our hands off each other and every room and almost every piece of furniture was used for our pleasure. Except for our playroom. I love you so, my Love and your caring never fails to warm my soul. I met your children and loved them, but haven’t met your family. I beg you to let me have some time before meeting them so that I can prepare myself. Unusually shy, I am so afraid of displeasing you in front of your family.

When you return to work and our daily routine begins to develop, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found a man such as you. I float through the air every day as I do my chores and wait for you to return home each evening. My nights are spent on a cloud as well, as you hold me in your arms each night after making me yours time and time again.

Having told you long ago about my irregular periods and inability to have children, this had not came up since I moved to be with you. Always when we chatted online, you had told me that this did not bother you and that you would expect for me to remain available to you at all times. You knew that I had a problem with this and said we would address it when the time came.

It made me upset and angry when I started a month or so after getting together with you. I quietly told you that night when you took me in your arms. For the next two nights I begged you to let me satisfy you in different ways. You indulge me and I satisfied you with my mouth the first night and you take me in the ass the next. 

The third night I asked you how I could please my Love this night? My body began to fill with dread when you told me that you would have me that night, completely. I shook my head and told you to please understand that I just couldn’t. When you asked me if I was in pain I nodded my head, hoping this would deter you from your intentions. You got up from the bed and turned on the light. I pressed my face in the pillow when you came back and sat next to me on the bed. 

“Look at me angel,” you ordered and I turned me head toward you, but lowered my eyes. You allow this for now and then ask me where I hurt. I shrugged my shoulders. “Angel look at me now!” you order. I can’t control my shaking as I look up at you. “Are you in any physical pain?” you ask. I cannot lie to you and I tell you no. “Then you have three choices angel, you will trust me and not deny me what is mine, you will tell me why it is that you refuse me or I will leave now,” you tell me. 

Tears roll down the side of my face as I look at you, begging you not to leave me. When you ask me to tell you why, I shake me head no, closing my eyes tightly. But when you take me in your arms, I begin to struggle against you. 

I can tell you are trying to control your anger when you speak to me again. “Angel, do you not know that I can take what is mine by force?” You ask. Pressing my face into the pillow, I nod my head yes. “But I refuse to take what has been given to me freely by force,” you say through tightly clenched teeth, “I will give you some time to decide, but when I come back, I expect an answer one way or another.” My heart aches for you as you get up and storm from the room. 

I roll over burying my face into the pillow as I weep uncontrollably. How can I do this knowing what I do? I never wanted to deny you of anything, but how can I do this and how can I look into your eyes and tell you why? 

My mind drifts back in time. I think of the cruel boyfriend I had in college. His memory alone is enough to sicken me, to make me wonder how and why I ever stayed with him. Anthony told me he loved me and that was enough, but his actions never showed any kind of love. My body tightens into a small ball as I think of that day, the day I was taught a lesson I would never forget.

Anthony had came home high as usual and began drinking. When he yanked me up from the couch, I didn’t resist. He took me out on the deck and told me to undress as we began our nightly ritual. I was pressed into a lounge chair, positioned in the corner of the deck, while he tied my wrists together and then tied them to the deck post. Then he grabbed one ankle stretching my leg to the side securing it with rope to a deck rail, repeating the same thing to the other ankle. He didn’t tie my legs up in the air, preferring to make me painfully do the splits as I lay there.

When he came back out holding his leather strap, I closed my eyes trying to prepare my body for his cruel treatment. With an evil smile he began beating me with the strap. I knew that he did this to make me scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear and I don’t know why I didn’t just go ahead and scream to get it over with. It just embarrassed me so much for others to know what he did to me. After taking all I could, licks to every tender part of my body, I couldn’t hold back the screams any longer. 

Smiling with satisfaction, Anthony removed his clothes and positioned himself between my legs. I groaned when he thrust himself into me, using his cock as a weapon. I gritted my teeth as he pounded into my sore body, making me move against the rough ropes that held me. My eyes tightly closed as I tried to find a way to get some satisfaction out of this abuse. When he stopped, I didn’t think much about it, but when I looked up into his furious eyes, I began to shake with fear.

“What is wrong, Anthony?” I asked shakily. “You fucking whore, you damn fucking slut!!” he screamed. “You are on the rag!!” he accused, “what have I warned you about not telling me?” I began to cry, trying to explain to him that I hadn’t been; that I didn’t ever know when it was going to happen. 

My body shook as I remembered back to when he told me that he would kill me if I didn’t tell him before we had sex. He had told me, no uncertain terms, how sex during this time was sickening and he wouldn’t do it. I wondered now if he would kill me and how.

I cried, trying to get him to listen, but he no longer heard anything I said. I watched in terror as he stood looking at me coldly and then went to retrieve something. From where I was laying I couldn’t see what he was doing and when cold water hit me in the face, I screamed. Anthony had the water hose, shoving it in my face, his hand around my neck. 

I couldn’t breathe, water was filling my mouth and nose as I tried to turn against his hand. Wondering if I was going to drown or if he would strangle me, I gave in to the fact that I was going to die and quit fighting.

When he removed his hand and the hose, I gasped for breath, trying to get oxygen to my lungs. I wasn’t prepared when he shoved the water hose violently up inside me, the cold water hurting my body and making me cramp. He continued to cuss and call me vulgar names as he forced the hose deeper inside me and held it. He backed up, leaving it where it was, coming over to my face. 

Fortunately he had managed to drench himself with the hose because then he forced his huge cock into my mouth. As the water continued numbing my lower body, he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth until he came down my raw throat, making me gag.

I didn’t know how long this went on, but I couldn’t imagine what was next when he took the hose out of me. He didn’t leave me guessing long as he took the hose and began beating my weak body with it. My screams bringing him back to the reality that someone would soon call the law if he continued. Then he walked inside. I waited to see what he would do next, but he didn’t come back out. 

It was getting dark outside and my body began to shake from the night air. My body was soaked, tied with wet ropes, I was losing feeling and my muscles were cramping painfully. My mind tried to come up with ways to free myself and I thought about screaming for help. How could I do that? How could I let someone find me in this position? I would die from the embarrassment.

Anthony had passed out when he went inside and I spent the night tied outside on the deck. Had I not escaped deep within myself, I would have lost my mind. I survived and when he came out the next morning, he didn’t say a word as he untied me and walked back inside. 

We stayed together for a short time after that, but he never touched me the same again. He never went down on me or touched me much between my legs. Eventually he left me for my best friend, but I learnt his lesson well. Never again would I let someone have sex with me that time of the month.

I couldn’t figure out what to do as I lay in our bed weeping. I did not want to lose you, from denying you or from letting you do as you wanted. Why my Love, why can’t I just satisfy you another way? 

My face still buried in the pillow, I hear you come back into the bedroom. I feel your hands in my hair as you rub my head. You roll me over to face you and ask if I have made a decision? Do you wish me to leave? I tell you no. Do you want to talk? I shake my head no. When you smile at me and slide into bed, I still cannot control my tears or my trembling. You pretend not to notice as you tell me to go prepare myself. I get up and go to the bathroom. I remove my protection and wash over and over. Standing looking into the mirror, wondering how I am going to do this, I hear you call for me to come to you.

I get into the bed and pray you will tie me and blindfold me. You do not. When you position your body between my legs, I start to beg you again. Please my Love, please do not do this. I am now weeping uncontrollably and my body is shaking so bad I can’t keep still. “You will either tell me why or you will submit,” you say. 

Frantically I begin telling you what had happened with Anthony. You moved from your position to hold me in your arms as I tell you the details of my humiliation with my head buried in your chest. My body weak, I lie there limply as you continue to hold me when I have finished telling you everything that had happened. I try to avoid your eyes when you lift my chin, but you tell me again to look at you. I am frightened by the look of absolute anger and disgust in your eyes.

“Do you trust me angel?” you ask. I nod my head yes. “It hurts me deeply to know that you are comparing me to this sick bastard you were abused by,” I hear you say. I did not think of how my actions might look. Never had I ever compared the two of you, I knew without a doubt that you weren’t the same kind of man. 

My heart aches knowing how I have hurt you unknowingly. “I am so sorry my Love, I did not think of how this would make you feel,” I quietly apologize. Then I tell you that I did see how disgusted you looked and pleaded with you not to continue. My heart soars when you explain that your disgust is towards my tormentor, not at me.

I tell you I understand when you tell me that I have to trust you to make the right decisions for us. I lay back in your arms quiet and content when you lift me up and carry me to the shower. 

You turn on the water and begin to undress. “Angel this will make it easier for you this time, but next time you will submit and do as I say, how I say and when I say.” “Do you understand me?” you ask. “Yes my Love,” I answer.

You step into the shower and extend your hand to me. I take your hand and you pull me tightly to your body as your mouth closes on mine. You take the soap and lather your hands, inviting me to do the same. I love the feel of my hands on your soapy body and I don’t even think as you begin to wash me also, your hands loosening my tense muscles. 

The pressure of your hands on my shoulders presses me down to my knees and I take your hard cock lovingly into my mouth. I love the scent of you and the way the water beads on your skin. The warmth of my mouth brings your hands down to wrap around my wet hair, guiding me back and forth on your shaft.

Enough, you tell me as I stand back up, moaning when your mouth closes over one of my breasts. The other hand comes up to my throbbing clit, rubbing me slowly until I am ready to take you inside me. Your strong hands on my body, you turn me around so that my back is to your chest. I lift my leg up to rest on the side of the tub as you instruct me to do. 

When you bring your hand between my legs to massage my clit again, my body becomes tense, but you whisper for me to relax. The stroke of your hand eases my body and helps me not to think about the past. I hold by breath as you position your cock at the entrance of my throbbing cunt.

Forcefully you push inside me, taking my breath. My body is being pressed against the cold wall of the shower instantly hardening my nipples. I love the feel of you on my body as your arms slide around me. Your strong hands find my breasts and began to squeeze them making me moan louder. I feel your fingers rolling and pinching my nipples hard, making me press harder against your hips. 

You begin to move faster and faster inside me and my fingers claw the tiles trying to find a way to hold on. You move your hands down my slick waist to grab my hips and pull me harder against you. When you ask me if I’m ready to cum and to accept your hot load, I beg loudly for our release. “Cum for me angel,” you whisper, “cum for me while I fill your tight pussy with my seed.” My body explodes on your cock, squeezing all around you and I feel your cock swell and the warm liquid of your love exploding on my inner walls.

You pull me tight against your hips as each of us rides the waves of our orgasms. After our bodies quit pulsating you turn me around in your arms. I am scared to look at you, opting to lay my head against your chest instead. What if I look in your eyes and see the disgust and revulsion that I saw years ago? I could not stand the thought of seeing you look at me that way. You lift my chin up to look at you and instead of contempt, all I see is love and pride. I return your smile and eagerly raise my face to yours as your mouth closes over mine, your tongue slipping inside.

I feel you lift one of my legs again and am surprised when your still hard cock enters into my swollen pussy again. You pull the other leg up and order me to wrap my legs around you. Being pressed between the wall and my Love as your cock pumps into me fills me with great pleasure. You tell me to cum when I am ready and it doesn’t take long before my muscles are contracting around your shaft again. 

“Angel,” you begin, “never before have you looked more beautiful to me and felt so hot inside.” “You have no idea how beautiful you are in your submission and in your trust of me.” “It is your nature to be this way and you glow wonderfully when you accept my decisions.” “I am very proud of you my little angel and I think your punishment is now over, you please me very much.” 

My body feels light as I smile up at you and your words. I feel warm all over as you continue to hold me in your arms, your cock still buried inside me. I pray that I will have the strength and the trust to never question my Love again.

[As I awaken from my dream, I become aware that my fingers are thrusting in and out of my hot cunt. I quickly orgasm thinking of our love making in the shower. How much longer my Love before we can be together and turn our dreams into reality? As I fall asleep again, I think of how much we have learned about each other. How much I love you and how loved I feel. Good night my Love, sweet dreams...]

To Be Continued...



Angel Dreams: Dream 4



[My Love fills my body every day. I did something over the weekend you felt I needed to be punished for. This is still hard for you to do, but you have come to learn just how much I need this to be a part of our relationship.

After my punishment I beg you to help me to cum. My body yearns for you and after teasing me, you begin telling me what you would do to my tight ass after my punishment. Oh my Love, the way you get me off never fails to amaze me as I scream into the phone for you to please give it to me harder.

In bed tonight, my ass is still a little sore from my punishment, my pussy still grows wet every time I think of your discipline. I fall asleep thinking of your wonderful love and the freedom you have given me in my submission...]

After your ex found out about me, of course she was curious. When I went with you to take the kids home, I stayed in the car. She asked you about me and she was being catty. You became upset and all you told her was that you had found the perfect woman (thank you my Love). She knew about your being attracted to submissive women, but we had already discussed how we planned to keep that part of our relationship private. 

You tried to call her and her girlfriend back, but they came to the car to meet me. I got out and was very friendly and polite to them, answering their questions smoothly without revealing anything about our private lives. I don't really remember what they asked, but you didn't like it. I know I turned to you and reminded you quietly of a dinner engagement we were going to be late for, which wasn't true, but we were able to leave politely.

In the car, on the way home, you told me that you would really prefer I didn't talk at length with either of the women. You didn't say so, but in your mind you knew they would try to get information about us. Of course, you should never have to explain this to me. All you have to do is tell me what would please you and what would not. You told me that I would have to, occasionally talk to them about arrangements for the children, times, or plans we or they might have with them. But you specifically told me that this was all that we should discuss and that should always be on the phone. 

I love that you give me a list of "chores" or a "to do" list everyday. I have always liked having lists like these. My mom always wrote my chores each day and I loved just being able to check them off, one by one, as I completed them. Staying home and taking care of you and our house is like a dream come true for me. I thank you my Love for giving me this gift. 

I had been grounded from our playroom in the cellar, but you told me now that my punishment was over. I can't wait to use it. The playroom is very nice, but off limits to anyone but us. It isn't a cold, dark dungeon that appeals to so many D/s couples. It has a lot of antiques and a lot of toys, very warmly done. The cool thing is the stairs. They are equipped with a mechanism that allows them to move in and out of the wall beside them. This is how we keep people out. We deadbolt and lock the door and use the excuse that we don't use the cellar and it has no stairs yet. The very good locks on the door keep your children from getting in and getting hurt. 

We have an antique wrought iron bed with an iron canopy, French chaise longue, two very old wardrobes, Queen Anne chair, a wall of mirrors, a small refrigerator, a CD player, an old Japanese folding screen, zebra chaise chair, an antique chiropractor table and a handmade rack. One of the wardrobes hold outfits you liked to see me in, some to be used for play acting, candles, lotions, lubricants, balm, satin sheets and feathers. The other one, holds restraints, handcuffs, silk scarves, rope, belts, paddles, vibrators, blindfolds, gags, earphones, plastic wrap and things like that. We have our favorite CD's there, lots of pillows, ice, wine, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, grapes, and anything else we can think of to play with. 

The room is done in vibrant colors and is very comfortable with oriental and D/s art on the walls. Also in the walls, ceilings and floors you installed hooks and rings to attach ropes, restraints and scarves to. The bed having an iron canopy and rails in the footboard and headboard also make it very accommodating for bondage play. 

Shortly after I had met your ex and her girlfriend, I was going about one day doing my chores when the phone rang. It was the girlfriend and she wanted to invite me to lunch with the two of them. I told her I really had a lot to do, but she argued that I had to eat and they would like to take me out and get to know me better. Hating to be rude and disagreeable, I gave in. 

I met them for lunch and just as you thought, they were being nosy. I didn't have any problem finding ways to answer their questions without revealing anything, but it didn't take me long to figure out what they were up to. Then I remembered what you had asked me not to do. I hurried and ate, telling them I had to run some errands before I went home. 

All the way home I tried to figure out what to do. I hate knowing that you will be displeased, but I also hate the thought of lying to you or hiding something from you. I couldn't stand it by the time I got home and I called you at work. Of course you were furious, but unusually quiet. You didn't shout or berate me but I could tell you were disappointed. 

I told you that now I realized why you had asked me not to go and then I told you some of the things they asked. This made you even angrier because it seemed like we were discussing private things about you, comparing notes. You quietly told me that you were disappointed in me and told me that you wanted me to go into the cellar right then, take off all my clothes, kneel and to think about what you had asked and why as I waited on you to get home.

I did what you asked and thought you were taking off early. You didn't. You got home at your normal time. This gave me lots of time to think and ask myself why I hadn't remembered what you had asked. You never ask much of me and were only trying to look out for me and I hadn't listened. I was so mad at myself for ignoring what you had asked me to do. I told myself that I deserved whatever you had in mind for me. 

As I knelt and waited on you, thinking of what you would do when you got there, I became so turned on. I was tempted to play with myself, but I knew that you wouldn't want that and that wasn't what you had told me to do. I also knew that no matter how you punished me, you would make sure the pleasure would be greater than anything I could accomplish alone. The feelings of being nervous, scared, apprehensive, ashamed, angry and horny made it hard for me to be still and concentrate. I didn't even realize when you had walked into the room.

All at once I felt your gaze burning on my skin and I opened my eyes. I kept my head down, but I could see your feet. When you spoke, I was startled by the sadness in your voice. You said, "look at me Angel", and when I raised my head and saw the hurt and betrayal in your eyes, tears began to fall from mine. How could I have done this to the one person I love so much, the person who cares more for me than anyone? 

Then you looked away from me and I knew you were fighting yourself. Part of you wanted to pull me into your arms and stop my tears, but the other part knew that I needed to be punished. Deep inside, you know that I desire your discipline and deserve it. 

I knew what you were feeling and I forced myself to stop crying. Knowing that I was forcing you to do something that you didn't want or like to do, caused more pain than any paddle or whip ever could. I had wanted to use this room and now I was going to get my wish.

You stood for the longest time looking down at me as I made myself straighten up and accept what was coming. You could tell by the straightness of my spine and serenity on my face that I knew what I wanted and needed. I kept my eyes lowered as you prepared things behind me. I heard you open one of the wardrobes taking things out. You put on a CD that is one of your favorites to relax to. 

As you walked up behind me and put your hands in my hair, caressing my head, I had to fight all the emotions that threatened to ingulf my body and mind. I was so sorry, yet so turned on for your love and discipline. Then you walked in front of me and held out your hands. I put mine into yours as you helped me to stand up and held me until I was steady on my feet. You handed me a small glass of wine to drink to help me relax. I drank it down and then you kissed the wine off my lips, looking into my eyes for understanding and forgiveness for what my actions were forcing you to do. When you see the love and acceptance in my eyes, you lead me to the wall.

You tie my arms apart, each one to a ring in the wall. You use the silk scarves, knowing the feel of silk combined with whatever you chose to punish me with, will drive me wild. After you have secured my wrists to the wall, you bring over a small piece of furniture you had made yourself, that resembled a small workhorse. It was made just for me and you put it in front of me to lean over on. It is comfortable and padded, just the perfect height for my lower belly to relax on. You push it backwards; backing me up until my arms are stretched as far as they will go from the wall and my hips are as far back as they can be while I am bent over this small type of bench. You fasten the legs of this piece of furniture to the floor where you had already measured for it to fit; this is to keep it from sliding. Then you spread my legs wide and fasten each ankle to a leg of the bench. 

This position has my body stretched tightly, my legs apart, my belly against the padding supporting me and has rendered me immobile. Then you walk in front of me. I watch eagerly as you bend your head down, taking each nipple into your warm mouth, sucking and biting them until they are very hard. You attach a set of clamps to each one, not too tight but snug, sending waves of pleasure through my body. You run a chain through each one and hook it to another ring in the wall. Every time my body pulls back, the chain will pull my breasts forward by my sensitive nipples. 

I stay like this for what seems like forever. I can't see you but I know you are behind me, standing, watching and waiting. My body begins to tremble, but not from fear. It trembles in anticipation for what you are about to do, no matter what you do. I have no fear because I trust you and know that even with my pain, you will do me no serious harm and that it is all for my pleasure. 

My mind begins to wander as I feel all the sensations that this position and my bonds are giving me. I know from where you stand that I am so open to you, revealing all and that you must see how I grow wetter and wetter as I wait on you to begin. I know you see the glistening of my skin as it is taking all my strength to stand silently until you are ready.

Suddenly I feel the leather paddle hit my right cheek, causing it to sting and causing me to jerk with surprise. Jerking from the wall pulls on the chain attached to my nipples causing me to moan in painful pleasure. I feel your hand caressing my stinging ass and again I wait. With no warning I feel the paddle hit my left cheek, again catching me off guard and making me pull against my bonds. Again I feel your hand rubbing me, driving me crazy as my body tries to adjust from the stinging to the warm touch of your hand. I feel myself grow wetter still as I wait again. 

I do not jerk as strongly when the paddle finds my ass again, but this time you do not stop. As you bring the paddle down again and again in an agonizing rhythm, the sensations make me moan in ecstasy. My mind has no time to prepare for each blow as I feel my ass grow warmer and warmer; my nipples are being tugged with each blow. When you bring your fingers around to massage my throbbing clit at the same time, my mind loses the battle. The need to cum is so strong, but you ever so gently whisper, "not yet angel, not yet." 

Just as suddenly as the paddle had begun, it stopped. I gasped for breath as the feelings overtake my mind and body. The love I feel for you is now at one of its most intense stages, filling me completely. I close my eyes and revel in the feelings that I am feeling. I barely feel the warm oil pouring down the opening between my cheeks. Again taking me by surprise, you grab my hair pulling my head back as your mouth violently fastens on mine, your tongue searching deep into my throat. The chain attached to my breasts is pulled tightly by the force of you pulling back my head. 

I moan deep into your mouth and then feel your finger slide into my ass. You tug at my lips with your teeth, then continue down, assaulting my neck, one hand still holding my hair, the other working itself into my well lubed ass. One finger turns to two and then turns to three as you thrust them deep into my tight asshole. I can't hold back the scream of pleasure as you continue down my body until your teeth attach to my swollen clit as your fingers continue loosening me from behind. When you start fucking my ass with your whole hand, it takes all my control to get my breath and not pass out. 

I beg you for release, but you hoarsely tell me no, not yet, not until you say. I hear the need and the raw, burning passion in your voice and that makes me even hotter. 

Suddenly I don't know where you have gone; I can't feel you touching me anymore. I panic and I beg you to please come back. My hips move on their own, searching for you, searching for release even though the movement causes my nipples to be pulled against the clamps. I know that my juices are now running down my inner thighs as I wait in sweet torture for you to continue. What I can't see is that you have removed your clothes and are stroking your hard cock, lubing it as you watch me squirm with need. 

"What do you want angel?" you ask. I plead with you, "please my Love, please come back to me, I need you so." You laugh cruelly, "what about what I need angel?"

"Did you think about my need to protect you when you disobeyed me?" you ask. Through my tears and shame I plead with you to forgive me. "Should I, should I even bother with someone who only thinks of her own needs or should I walk away now and leave you to fend for yourself? You obviously do not need me since you take it upon yourself to decide which of my decisions you should obey and which ones to ignore," you reply coldly. 

I tell you that I was wrong and that I do need you, but my cries for mercy and forgiveness are greeted with silence. I panic, thinking you have left me. With no regard to the pain, I struggle against my bonds. The guilt is suffocating me as my body goes wild trying to free itself. I must find you and throw myself at your feet. I must find a way to show you how sorry I am, but the only thing my struggles achieve are to chafe my wrists and cut one of my nipples. I do not feel this physical pain because the mental pain I feel from your absence and displeasure is far greater. All I can do is weep uncontrollably. 

My heart sings when I feel the sharp sting as you bring your open palm down on my ass, your other hand thrusts inside my asshole again, forcing me to relax. Again and again you bring your hand down on me and I can't hold back the moans of delight any longer. My body is out of control and I beg you to fuck me, fuck me anywhere but please let me feel your hardness inside me my Love! 

When you can't hold back any longer, I feel your cock plunging deep into my ass and I scream with pleasure as I feel you stretching me. Your hands pull my ass cheeks apart and thrust in and out of me in a perfect rhythm. One hand leaves my ass and wraps around my hair as you pull me back against your thrusting hips, at the same time pulling my tender nipples. Your other hand goes under me and your fingers start to softly pinch my clit. Sparks of light go off behind my eyelids and I begin to beg you desperately for my release. Your hips move faster and deeper pulling my body to meet each thrust as you tell me to wait, wait only for you, therefore proving my devotion. Every muscle in my body tightens as I concentrate on holding back the fire that threatens to consume me. 

I feel you start pulling back, your hard shaft pulls almost all the way out of me and plunges back through the tight ring of my ass, deeper each time. I hear your grunts as you fight to hold back your own pleasure. Your fingers move wider and faster on my soaked cunt and I'm fighting for breath. Then I hear you say the sweetest words, "cum for me angel, cum now!" 

My body immediately explodes, my tight cunt pulsing on your dick trying to pull you deeper into me. I feel you tightening up and shooting your load into me, flooding me with warmth. My screams fill the air as spasm after spasm jerks my body, causing me to feel like I am floating high above myself.

When the final orgasm fades away, the weight of my body falls limply against the bench. I know nothing but the wonderful feeling of your love as the tears pour from my eyes. I barely notice as you busily remove all the bonds from my body. You are right there to catch me when you untie my hands and I feel so safe as you pick me up, holding me close against your hard chest. Both of our bodies are slick with sweat. 

You kiss me deeply as you carry me to the bed and gently lay me on my stomach. I feel your hands rubbing balm onto my reddened cheeks, my wrists and my nipples. This display of your love stirs up emotions deep within me, making me weep again. I feel your lips caressing my body, just as your hands are. You lift my damp hair from my neck as you kiss me there, causing me to shiver. 

The sheets had been pulled down in preparation before we started and they feel nice and cool against our heated flesh. You climb into bed beside me, pulling me tightly against your body as you cover us both with the sheet. 

I turn my head and look into your eyes, your breath catches in your throat as you see the love in mine. I tell you that I'm sorry for displeasing you and you moan as your mouth tenderly comes down on mine again. I smile happily when you tell me that I have now pleased you and am forgiven for going against your wishes. You hold me close, your arms a circle of protection for me to rest in as our tired, but fully satisfied bodies drift to sleep.

[Never had I awoken throbbing so much from desire. My pussy on the verge of cumming, pulsing even before I woke up, so swollen and so wet. I rise up on all fours reaching between my legs to stroke my hard clit. I soon discover this is not enough and reach in the drawer to find a small vibrator.

Just then the phone rings and I am so aggravated and almost decide to ignore it. I look over on my caller id and see that it is my Love! I grab the phone and you laugh as you ask me if you interrupted anything. I quickly told you of my dream and what I was in the process of doing. I can tell by the change in your voice how aroused you were getting.

You have me to describe what position I am in and how wet my cunt is. My voice is trembling with desire and you know from the sound of my voice how much I need you. I get even hotter when you tell me to lay so that I can fuck my ass with the vibrator turned on high, while I rub my clit. I begin moaning loudly as I do what you say. "Do you feel my hard cock angel?" you ask me. "Oh God, yes my Love," I scream, "please don't stop sir, please, harder!" 

"Oh yes little one," you groan, "I can feel my cock fucking your tight little asshole."

"Do you want me to fill your hole with my cum baby?" you ask me hoarsely after a while of this. "Please, oh yes please my Love!" I scream. "Cum with me little one, cum now!!!" you shout. My pussy explodes as the vibrator fucks my ass. I hear the sounds of my Love shooting his load and I start to cum again. "Yes angel, yes cum again for me baby, let me feel that pussy cumming all over my cock!" you shout. My hips thrusting as my pussy is rocked by another intense orgasm and then another. 




Angel Dreams: Dream 5



[My Love, so many months have passed and our love only grows stronger. I have been good and you haven't had to discipline me in awhile. But our experiences together have been more than rewarding.

One Friday as I started to leave work, you IM'd me asking me what time I would be home? I gave you a time and you told me to be online at that time and that you had something to talk to me about. I assured you that I would and I left.

A friend had called and wanted me to go to the mall with her. I agreed and we got so wrapped up in our shopping, I lost track of time. Taking out my cell phone on the way home, I realized that it had been turned off. When I turned it on, I had several messages from you wondering where I was and if I was okay.

Oh no, I thought to myself, I am late meeting you online. I rushed home and signed on as soon as I walked through the door. When I saw that you were online, I IM'd you and told you that I was sorry and explained why I was late. You told me that was fine, but what you were going to tell me was that you were going out of town for the weekend. 

Sorrow flooded me when you told me that you had planned to call me and make love to me before you left, but since I was out doing something far more important, you didn't have time now.

I started crying and told you how sorry I was. You told me that I would be punished and that you didn't want me to be online all weekend. I told you that I wouldn't. Then you told me that I also wasn't to cum all weekend either. My pussy had already begun to grow wet just talking to you and I knew it would be torture not to relieve myself for three days. You asked if I understood and I told you yes.

I went to bed that night saddened by my lack of discipline. What fun we would have had if only I had done as you asked. I missed you so much already and I fell into a fitful sleep thinking about my actions. The desire to cum was so strong, but I knew that I wouldn't do anything about it. I would do what my Love asked of me and accept my punishment. I closed my eyes hoping that Sunday night would come soon…….]

"Hello," you answered the phone at work. I had called to ask you if I could go out shopping with my friend Betty today. You asked me how long I would be gone and I told you only a couple of hours. "Okay angel, but I need you to be home when I get off from work, it is very important."

" Can you do that?" you asked. "Yes my Love," I answered. I hung up the phone after telling you I loved you and you telling me to be safe.

Betty and I took longer than I had expected for us to. We were having such a good time that I forgot the time and had forgotten to take my phone with me. I hurried home, knowing you had already been there about an hour.

I rushed into the house and went in search of you. I found you in the bedroom and started apologizing for being late. You asked me why and I explained that I had no good excuse. I looked over on the bed and just then noticed your suitcase open, half packed. When I looked at you, you explained that this is what you had meant to talk to me about had I been home as I said I would. You had to take a trip with one of your children and would be gone all weekend. 

You told me how you had planned on coming home and treating me to dinner ending with us making love before you left. But now you didn't have the time. I tried hard to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. The lump in my throat made it hard for me to breathe. I wanted you so much and knew I would miss you badly while you were gone. I turned to help you pack your suitcase and you put your arms around my waist. My body melting against yours, I cried silent tears so that you wouldn't see me. 

"You know I must punish you don't you angel?" your mouth close to my ear. I couldn't speak and only nodded. "The cellar will be locked and I will take the key when I leave," you explained, "you will not pleasure yourself all weekend until I return Sunday night, is that understood?" Again I nodded. "Also, I was planning on trying to call you each day, but now I will not since you didn't have the consideration to call and let me know that you would be late." 

I took a deep breath, trying to stop the flood of tears, my heart heavy. I knew I deserved the punishment I was receiving, but knowing I wouldn't hear or see you for so long broke my heart. What would have been a wonderful time before you left, now was dark and lonely. I missed you before you walked out the door.

"You will stay home and off the phone while I'm gone angel," you said as I was hugging you bye, "do you understand?" you asked. "Yes, my Love," I said looking into your handsome face, knowing I wouldn't see you for a few days. I stood trying to be strong, but when you took me in your arms again, kissing me long and deep; I couldn't fight the hurt any longer. "Be strong little one," you said, as I tried to hide my face. "I want you hot and ready for me when I return Sunday night," you smiled and I tried to smile back at you, my heart heavy.

I stood in the doorway watching you drive away, no longer trying to stop the tears of pain. I ran and threw myself on the bed, weeping miserably for the choices I had made and from the emptiness that I felt without you. I tried watching television and gave up to take a long hot bath instead. 

As I lay naked in a tub of bubbles the urge to think of you while I pleasured myself was strong, but I would not disobey you again. When I got out of the tub, I went downstairs and brought up a bottle of bourbon and a glass. I sat on the edge of the bed, intending to drink only one glass to help me sleep, but lost count of how many shots that I drank.

Feeling very tipsy, I turned off the lamp and went to bed. Our bed felt so empty without your manly form filling it. I felt so lost lying there alone and fell into a fitful sleep. 

Suddenly I jerked awake, had I heard something? I lay there for a minute and held my breath. I didn't hear anything else, wondering if it had been my imagination. Did I lock the doors before I came to bed? I couldn't remember. I'm just being paranoid I thought because my Love is not here to protect me. Rolling over onto my stomach, I put my arms over my head and tried to fall back to sleep.

My body stiffened and I began to struggle when I felt a hand coming around to cover my mouth. I tried to bite whoever this was and my head snapped back by my hair, the hand still covering my mouth. "Be still you fucking whore or I will slit your throat, do you understand me?" I heard the deep voice of a man. I immediately quit struggling, trying to fight for air as this mans large hand covered my face. "Good little whore, we are going to get along just fine, " this stranger laughed. "I am going to remove my hand and you are going to put your head face down into your pillow and lie still," he ordered.

I lay there trembling wondering what he wanted. Doing as he asked, I started praying for him to just take what he wanted and leave me alive. My heart was beating so loudly, I didn't even hear what he was doing. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and then slipped a leather mask over my eyes. "Please don't hurt me," I begged him, my voice unsteady. All he did was laugh cruelly and continued doing whatever he was doing. 

His hands rough on my body, he rolled me over on my back, my hands digging into my spine. I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought I could see a bit of light under the mask to indicate he had turned on the lights. I lay there clenching my jaws trying to make my teeth stop chattering, but almost came undone when I felt him jerk the covers off the bed. 

He must have been wearing gloves. I could feel his rough hand sliding up the inside of my leg making my shake harder. "What do we have here?" he sneered, "what a pretty little slut you are."

"Please," I tried again, "please don't hurt me, take whatever you want," I begged. "Don't worry about that bitch, I intend on taking just what I want."

"Whether or not you get hurt is up to you," he laughed sending chills up my spine.

I'm wasn't sure what it was when I heard a noise, but I was soon to find out. "Don't move slut, this knife is very sharp and if you wiggle it won't be my fault when it cuts your pretty little body," he warned. The blood roaring in my ears, I held my breath as I felt the cold blade of the knife sliding up my leg. 

He tortured me by running the knife all over my body. I was shaking so bad that I was afraid I would not be able to keep from getting cut. I felt the blade slide up my shoulder, first cutting one strap on my nightgown and then the other. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I felt him grab the hem of the gown and the knife slit it all the way up the front. The air hit my body and I blushed as I felt my nipples harden.

"Very nice you pretty slut," he laughed, "we are going to have a lot of fun!" I started to struggle again, but then felt the edge of the knife between my breasts. "I wouldn't do that if I were you bitch, I'd hate for this blade to scar your perfect little titties," he warned. 

This man took his knife and ran it all around my breasts, stopping to flick my nipples with the point, making the blood drain out of my face and me whimper with fright. "Good little slut," he said again. The knife then slid down my stomach and under the waistband of my bikinis. "What do we have under here?" his deep voice making me tremble. The voice sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't place it, I was just too scared to think.

He ran the blade all around my waist, down my hips and then he jerked my legs wide apart, taking the knife and running up the inner most part of my thighs. I couldn't stop my legs from shaking and he let out a cruel laugh. Suddenly I felt the knife cut through each side of my panties and he jerked them off my body. Then he grabbed my nightgown, raising my body up by my hair and pulled the gown out from under me too. He pushed me back down to the bed, as I lay there completely naked in front of this strange man.

I couldn't tell what he was doing as I lay there open in front of him. I tried to close my legs, but he grabbed each thigh and shoved my legs further apart. "You move when I say move bitch, do you understand?"

"Nod your head if you do," he ordered and I nodded yes. "My, my," he laughed, "look at this bare little cunt, I do believe you are beginning to get wet you fucking whore!"

"I knew what you were when I followed you through the mall today," he laughed. I cringed as I felt his gloved fingers forcing themselves between my pussy lips. Oh please, I prayed, please don't let my body betray me and get turned on. 

I fought the feelings of being tied and spread for this man to see. What woman hadn't ever fantasized about being raped? I thought of my Love instead, what would you want me to do in this situation? I know you wouldn't want me to do something stupid and get killed. Then I remembered my promise to you that I wouldn't cum this weekend. No matter what this rapist did, I knew I would fight so that I could at least keep my promise to my Love. I lay there feeling this man watching me as his fingers continued to probe my spread pussy. Fight it I told myself, fight it, think of something else. Anything else my mind screamed!

How I wished I hadn't drank the whiskey before bed. I could still feel the relaxing affect it had on me and as if reading my mind, the man raised my head and began pouring the liquor down my throat. I fought to keep my mouth closed, but he grabbed my face with his hand and squeezed my jaws open. I choked and sputtered as the burning liquid poured down my throat. 

He let my head fall back down to the bed and then I felt his tongue on my face, my neck, my throat and then my mouth. I gagged as he forced his tongue deep into my throat, trying to twist my face away from him. "You will do as I say you slut," he said quietly, "I would suggest you not fight it and make it any worse."

"Now kiss me bitch," he ordered and forced my face back around to him. I didn't fight, but I couldn't make myself kiss him back.

I could hear him laughing to himself and then he rolled me on my side removing my handcuffs, but not for long. He handcuffed my wrists with my hands in front of me and then pulled them high above my head, tying them to the top of the headboard. I lost track of where he was for a minute and wondered what he was doing now. I felt him bend my leg up forcing my heel to the back of my thigh and then felt him tie ropes around my legs, he repeated this to the other leg and I tested the bonds discovering I couldn't straighten my legs out. Even if I could get my hands loose, I wouldn't be able to run or crawl away. 

I kept my legs together until I felt him tie more ropes through the loops on my legs and then tightening the ropes, spreading my bent legs wide. He must have tied them off to the bed rails as I had watched my Love do once. Stretched, spread and opened was such a turn on to me it took all my concentration not to become excited. The liquor was still burning my throat but had moved down to my belly and fighting was becoming harder and harder.

My face grew hot as I felt his eyes on my naked spread body. I started weeping, thinking of you my Love and how I thought this was an experience I would never have to live through again. "Shut up that squalling bitch!" he yelled and I swallowed hard, trying to keep from crying. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered and felt I knew what was next. I had no doubt what he had came here for. Trying to prepare myself for what was to come I felt him grab my hair pulling my face to the edge of the bed, straining my arms. 

I gagged as he forced his hard cock into my mouth and down the tight ring of my throat. Making myself breathe as he fucked my mouth, I kept trying to think of something else. I made the mistake of thinking about you my Love and wondered if I should imagine that this was you.

No, my mind shouted! Don't do that, don't think of him! Too late, I felt my pussy growing hot and wet. "Yes, slut, you like it don't you?"

"You like me fucking your hot little mouth don't you slut?" he laughed. His hands grabbing my breast and squeezing hard as his cock continued to invade my throat, I couldn't hold back the moan. He laughed again, slapping my tits cruelly with his gloved hand, then grabbing my nipple and yanking savagely. My mind was cursing my body for responding to this treatment. You are a slut, I shouted to myself! Stop letting him make you feel this way, stop thinking of your Love, this is not him!

I hoped he would cum down my throat and then not be able to fuck me, but my hopes were dashed when he pulled out of my tender throat. His mouth coming down hard on my lips again and then traveling down to my tits, stopping to bite down hard on each one. My hips involuntarily raised off the bed as my pussy began to throb. Fight it my mind yelled! I took a deep breath and started concentrating on something else.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you bitch!" he ordered, but I couldn't make myself tell him that. "Tell me now that you want my hard cock in your tight little cunt!" he yelled, but I just shook my head no. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back and holding the knife to my throat he ordered me again to say it. I just lay there. 

I refused to tell him it was okay to rape me and the knife had actually turned me cold again. "So that's the way you are going to be huh?" he snarled and dropped my head. "We'll just see how long it takes for you to beg me bitch," he laughed, making my blood run cold, "you'll be hurting for my cock when I'm finished with you!" 

My body shuddered at his threat, but I clenched my teeth together, determined never to beg this bastard for anything. His gloved hands began pinching my nipples roughly and then to my surprise he attached nipple clamps. He didn't screw them too loose or too tight, but just the way I enjoyed them. How did he seem to know what turned me on? Still I fought the feelings that burned my body. 

I heard him doing something and then he roughly turned my body so that I was on my knees, retying my ankles until my legs were spread even wider. My arms stretched taunt as I struggled to stay on my knees. My legs were tied so tight that my heels were touching the back of my thighs which made it hard to stay balanced. I knew from the sounds he was making that my assailant was taking off his clothes. My body shuddered at the thought of him entering me, taking what is yours, but I was determined to be quiet so that he would hurry up and get it over with.

Thinking he would now mount me, I was in for a shock when I felt the leather flogger begin to come down on my body. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, never touching the same place twice. I swallowed the moan that threatened to escape my throat as the flogger hit my ass, my thighs, my clit and my breasts. He continued to flog me around my shoulders and back as I struggled to stay upright, my arms and legs beginning to cramp. "Beg for it," he shouted over and over but I continued to shake my head stubbornly.

Sweat began to pour off my body, but still I kept quiet. "Fine," he said, "if you want to be quiet I'll help you out!" Discovering what he meant, I started to struggle and scream when he brought a ball gag up to my mouth. I hated gags and I screamed for him to not do this. He threatened with the knife again so I relented and he attached the gag to my mouth, forcing my mouth open. 

My mind was in a state of panic, as I tried to breathe through my nose and calm myself. I could feel myself fading as my heart beat rapidly and prayed I would pass out, waking up and he'd be gone. He seemed to sense what was happening and began lightly slapping my cheeks. "No you don't slut," he muttered, "you aren't getting out of it that easily."

The slaps did the trick, bringing me back to my senses and I calmed down. Hoping he'd go ahead and get it over with now, I was surprised yet again when I felt his mouth closed down over my swollen clit. I groaned wondering how I was going to fight this new assault to my body. I didn't know who he was, but his touch seemed familiar as his tongue and mouth sucked in my lips and my throbbing love button. "You like that don't you slut?" he laughed, "I'm gonna make you cum and I'm gonna make you beg," he bragged. 

I fought with all that I had as his mouth continued to torture my body and then his thick fingers started working their way into my asshole, causing me to groan again. "Yeah you little slut, cum for me, let me know how much you love it," he said. I gritted my teeth, telling myself you can't; you can't do this, think about what your Love asked of you. I'll have to tell you what happened, but you'll be so proud knowing I didn't disobey you. This thought renewed my determination and I fought the feelings this man was forcing on me.

When he sensed this, his thumb began working it's way into my pussy and started stroking my G-spot. Oh God, I thought, this is impossible! My jaws were so sore and I knew I had bitten into my lip. Every muscle in my body was tight as I clenched my fists now, fighting back the orgasm that threatened to erupt at any second. 

The harder I resisted the harder he tried to make me cum. I was so tired from the effort of holding back, I thought I was dying. Please let him give up I thought, I don't know how much more I can take of this. Then I heard, "cum for me angel,"

"it's okay little one, you don't have to fight anymore, I give you permission to cum." NO, I thought to myself, that is my Love's voice, but it's not him! It's my mind playing tricks on me.

I started struggling, I couldn't breathe and I began to panic again. This man was a demon, he was changing his voice to make me think he was my Love. When I began hyperventilating, I felt the gag being ripped off of me. "Breathe baby, slow down and take deep breaths," your voice said. I started screaming, "you are not him, you are not him…leave me alone, please leave me alone!" I felt hands smoothing my hair away from my face and stroking my back. "It is me angel, it's okay, I am so sorry for scaring you this bad," I heard, " I thought for sure you would figure out it was me before now."




Angel Dreams: Dream 6



[My Love, you give me confidence that I never possessed before. I haven’t always been this bashful. When I was very young, I never met a stranger. But abuse turns everyone into a stranger. It doesn’t matter who they are and how good they seem. The suspicion is always there. When will they hurt me, laugh at me, humiliate and embarrass me? Once trust is abused it hides itself, vowing never to return, never to be given again, in fear of being hurt.

How can a submissive live without love? They are living, but it is no life for them. How can there be love when there is no trust? But, how can you give trust and love when you are afraid? It takes a special person to coax Trust out of its deep cave. To assure it that it will be protected from hurt and abuse. A special person who promises Trust that although there are still bad people who would abuse it again, it will be protected by love. Trust and love can’t live without each other. 

I lived with demons for so long it was hard to imagine life without them. When I thought I could love and trust again, they would whisper, “you will get hurt, you will be sorry.” I would either get scared and run away or the demon predictions would come true. They never let me forget this.

My Love, I know there are still demons, you say everyone has them, but mine are very quiet now. They have been proven wrong and mock me no more. There are some wounds that go so deep that you think they will never heal. You teach me that all wounds heal with time and with care and with love. They may leave scars, reminders that help forge who we are, but they WILL heal.

In the past, when I went to bed, I had to be numb to drown out the demons and to not feel the hurt. Refusing to be ignored, the demons and the hurt would manifest themselves in my nightmares. How could I have ever been able to feel love through all that numbness? You have to be able to feel, to feel love. Yes, you’ll feel pain, but feeling love makes it worth it. I now know that I have to feel the pain to feel the love. 

Is this why I have so few nightmares now my Love? I do have bad dreams sometimes; some days are so dark that it is inevitable. But dark days are easier to handle now when so many days are full of sunshine. That’s what you are to me my Love. Sunshine to chase away the dark clouds and the rain. The brightest lamp to light up even the blackest nights. Of course, you don’t keep me from getting wet; in fact, you make me very wet. Every night when I close my eyes, my body filled with your warmth, I dream; when I open my eyes, I am saturated with your love……]

“We aren’t putting it off any longer angel,” you said to me, “My family wants to meet the woman who has stolen my heart and it’s time we went to visit.” I knew what you were saying was true, but God, how it filled me with terror. We had been discussing this since we had moved in together and before when we had only talked online. You knew my fears, but didn’t exactly understand them. 

It’s true, I was a stripper in several clubs with lots of people watching, but I was never sober when I was. Even around my own family I am very quiet. I have been afraid for a long time of being noticeable or making a fool of myself. Anywhere I go I always try to fade into the woodwork, happy to be ignored. You have given me a lot of confidence and have elevated my self-esteem, but it worries me so that I will displease you.

I woke up the morning of our visit and got up to fix breakfast. I made the mistake of trying to eat with you. Everything I ate came right back up. My stomach was a ball of nerves. I took a shower and when I got out, wrapped a towel around me and sat on the edge of the bed. How am I going to do this? I thought. We are going to eat dinner with your large family. I know I will be even more nervous once I’m there. What if I get sick? I cringed at the thought. My mind thought of a million things that I could do wrong to draw attention to myself, embarrassing me and most importantly, embarrassing you. I can’t do this, was all I could think.

You walked in the room, looking at me sitting there in my towel, white faced and miserable. I looked into your beautiful eyes as you knelt down in front of me. You took my hands and told me to trust you, to quit worrying. You told me how beautiful I am, how nice your family is and how much they will love me. I wanted to trust you my love, but I was still so frightened. Nodding my head at your words, I got up and started to get ready. You left the room and came back with something for me to smoke. 

On occasion, you and I loved getting high together. We don’t do it often and I never do it without your permission. It was just what I needed that morning. Sitting on the bed, wearing only my underwear, I smoked what you had given me. You sat behind me, massaging the tension from my shoulders. One thing I love about getting high is that it makes me very horny. I smoked the whole thing alone and leaned back against your body, relaxing. I moaned as your arms came around me and your hands slid under my bra. I turned my head and you brought your lips down onto mine, my arms above me, I wrapped them around your neck.

My Love, how wonderful and contented you make me feel. We undressed each other and you pulled me on top of your body. Skin to skin, your mouth devoured mine, your arms around me, touching me everywhere. You pulled me up and took my breasts into your mouth. I screamed with delight as your teeth scraped across my nipples and sunk into them. As you continued to manipulate my tender tits, I spread my legs wide and rubbed my excited clit on your hardness.

I placed my hands on your chest as you reached down and pulled my cheeks open wide, spreading me to accommodate your thick cock. You rubbed your tool between my soaked lips, setting my hard clit aflame with desire. Looking up at me, you asked me what I wanted. “I want you inside me my Love,” I answered breathlessly. “Beg me little girl,” you said wickedly, making my pussy ache more for you. “Please my Love, please bury yourself deep inside me, please fuck me Sir, I beg you, fuck me now!” I pleaded.

You reached around me with your strong hands and spread me wide. Your hips thrust upwards and impaled me on your engorged shaft. With your hands under me helping, I began riding you hard, sinking all the way down on you, burying your cock deep inside me. Raising your head, your mouth and then your teeth fastened on my nipples, making me move harder and faster on you. “Yes angel, that’s a good girl, ride my cock,” you urged. Realizing that my state of mind was making it harder for me to concentrate, you brought your open palms down on the cheeks of my ass. With my head thrown back in rapture, I begged you to please spank me, my Love. 

Again and again your hand came down smartly on my ass until my cheeks were rosy red. Realizing that I was in need of release, you commanded me to cum. My hips moved faster on your cock, taking all of you, your balls slapped up against me. I groaned loudly, willing myself to cum on your cock. When your dry fingers penetrated my tight ass, the pain spurred my cunt to start clutching you. “Yes Sir, oh yes, please,” I pleaded with you. “Please what angel?” you asked, “What do you want?” “Fuck my ass please,” I screamed, “hurt me Love, make me cum please!” You stabbed my asshole with another finger and I lost control, cumming hard, my juices ran down your cock.

You waited until my orgasm was complete and pushed me off your body, throwing me on my back. “Suck my cock,” you ordered, holding yourself above my mouth. Without thinking twice, I brought my mouth up eagerly to take your wet cock into my mouth. The taste of our cum mixing on my tongue as I greedily sucked you into my throat. Your hands entangled in my hair as your hips thrust you deeper into me. “Oh yes baby, just like that, take my cock deeper,” you groaned. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I worked my head on your thrusting member, my tongue encircling you as I sucked you harder. I felt your cock swell as you thrust deep into my mouth, your hands holding my head in place. The first sprays of your love hit the back of my throat and I swallowed hard and fast to take all of your cum down my throat.

When you had depleted your load inside my mouth, you fell back onto the bed, smiling at me. “You are a good angel,” you praised me. “But now we are going to be late, so get your ass in gear and get ready,” you dictated, trying to look stern. I smiled at you and shrieked when you slapped my ass as I climbed over you to get up. Not feeling as nervous, I took another shower and got ready to go quickly. You had chosen what you wanted me to wear, so I did not have to worry about my clothes.

The ride to your parents was long and it took a couple of hours to arrive. My nervousness grew stronger the closer we got. I stared out my window avoiding your penetrating gaze. When we finally got there, I sat in the car until you came around and opened my door. I looked up at you with wide, shining eyes as you helped me out of the car. You put your arms around me, engulfing my body as you hugged me tight. “Don’t worry, little one,” you whispered in my ear, “it will be just fine.” I looked up at you and pleaded with you not to leave me by myself. You smiled at me and told me that you would try, but that your family would want to talk to me and I wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t there.

Looking stronger than I felt, I walked beside you, your hand resting on the small of my back. I willed my feet to move and just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. I took a deep breath as the door opened before we ever got to it. Introductions began and I felt lost as I tried to remember who everyone was. Your mom laughed when she saw the look of concentration on my face. “I don’t remember all their names,” she said, “don’t you try to for a long time, it’s a lost battle.”

At dinner, I didn’t eat much; afraid I couldn’t hold it down. Your family made me feel at ease but I worried about saying the wrong thing or doing something wrong. I listened and only talked when someone asked me a question. We decided not to tell that we met online, so you answered questions about our meeting and falling in love. I sat beside you drawing from your strength as I concentrated on my food.

Everyone spread out after dinner and for awhile you were beside me on the couch talking to your parents. I sat there not volunteering anything, comfortable listening to the conversation. My mind had started thinking about how great everything was going and I had to ask you to repeat what you had just said. “My dad wants to show me something Nikki, I’ll be right back,” you said looking at me firmly. I felt myself tense, but I only nodded and smiled at you, telling you that was fine.

Looking around for something to say, I sat there with your mother. My mind tumbling for words, she began talking, making me feel better. I am usually better one on one than trying to talk in front of a crowd, so I didn’t feel as uneasy. Your family had teased me some about my southern accent, but it was all good natured, just making me blush. Maybe everything would be fine I thought, I’m not doing so badly. 

As I sat and listened to your mother, answering questions about my hometown and my family, I felt myself relaxing. I became a sponge when she began talking about you. I was loving the stories she told and laughing at the mischief you got into, wanting to learn as much about you as I could. When she began talking about us and our relationship, I tensed a little, but tried to answer as honestly as I could. I agreed when she told me what a good man you were, but my stomach felt like it jumped into my throat when she asked if I had a problem with marriage, having children and raising a family. 

Looking like a deer caught in headlights, my mind went blank. What should I say? What have you told her and what have you not? I tried to clear my suddenly dry throat; I told her no and asked where the bathroom was. When she told me, I muttered something that sounded like excuse me and fled the room. I ran to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet. Trying to swallow hard, I lost the battle to keep my dinner down. Fortunately I hadn’t eaten much and I tried to be as quiet as I could.

After washing my face and hands, I looked at my pale face in the mirror. I can’t face them, I thought and I can’t face you. I knew I had panicked and let you down. Wondering what I was going to do, knowing if I went back in I’d be sick again, I quietly opened the door. Not seeing anyone, I slipped out the front door to get some fresh air. 

It was beautiful where your parents lived and I walked around gazing at the mountains and forest. The stroll around the house helped, but I felt that neither you nor your family would want me back inside. I had behaved so badly. Walking down the driveway, I had the brilliant idea to just go and lie down in the car. Getting in the backseat and lying down, I thought I would just stay there and rest until you were ready to leave. My eyes heavy from stress, I fell asleep wondering what your punishment for me would be.

I opened my eyes and wondered if I had just heard my name. Gazing around me, I remembered I was in the car and why. Then I heard you again calling my name. Oh no, I thought, I can’t just sit up and say “here I am love.” I closed my eyes and tried to wish you back into the house with your family. The door opened and I pretended to be asleep. “Nikki,” you said, softly shaking my arm, “wake up baby.” I opened my eyes and tried not to get weepy looking at you in shame. “Oh baby, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured me. “My mom told me what she asked you and I scolded her for being nosy and personal,” you said, trying to make me feel better.

My eyes grew wider thinking about you scolding your mom because of me. I’ll never be able to face her again, I thought sadly; she’ll hate me for sure now. “Get out baby and let’s go back,” you told me. “Please Kevin, please don’t make me,” I begged you, “I can’t look at them now.” “Nikki, nobody is mad at you and they all understand,” you tried to explain. I looked at you imploringly, trying to figure out how to make you understand what was going on inside of me. “I don’t know how to explain this my Love, but I’ll try,” I started out, “I’ll do what you tell me to, but even if they aren’t mad or upset, they will all look at me when I come in and some of them will feel sorry for me and I can’t take that much attention.”

You looked at me, trying to understand. “Let’s go for a walk angel,” you said, holding out your hand. I got out of the car and you wrapped your arm around my waist as I laid my head over on your arm and we began walking towards the forest. I loved listening to the sound of your voice talking about your parents’ property and the times you had spent there. We walked deeper and deeper into the woods. I loved the way it smelt, how cool and how quiet it was. Being raised on a mountain in Alabama, I’ve always loved being outdoors.

I asked you about the trail that we are walking on. You told me that it was a hiking trail that you and your family often used. We didn’t have time that day, but you told me that later you would bring me here and take me to the end. “What is at the end?” I asked you. You began telling me how the trail dips down and ends up at a beautiful waterfall and swimming hole. That sounded so nice to me. Where I’m from has a lot of these hidden waterfalls and secret swimming holes that few people know about.

We walked even further until we were deep in the woods. I was in the middle of a sentence when you turned suddenly taking me into your arms and bringing your mouth to mine. The touch of your lips and body made me forget everything that had happened. Your voice alone is enough to make my body respond, but your touch takes me over completely. Our kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Your lips traveled down my neck onto my chest. Your hands were under my skirt, clutching my ass pulling me against your arousal. 

When you began sliding your hand under my panties, I asked you to stop for a minute. You looked at me impatiently, telling me that whatever it was better be a good reason for interrupting you. I asked if I would have to face your family again and you told me that we needed to at least tell your parents that I wasn’t feeling well. My Love, I told you, I couldn’t look at them knowing I’ve been out here doing this. You stood looking down at me for a minute, my eyes looked into yours, pleading for you to understand. Finally, you nodded your head, relenting to what I had asked.

I hugged you tightly and you laughed telling me that I was just a little too excited and happy about not having sex, especially since you had such a boner. Your eyes looked at me hungrily when I asked if I could help you out with your problem. I kissed you again as I slowly slid my body down yours until my knees rested on the mossy ground. Your hands went to your jeans and you unfastened them, freeing your cock. I looked up at you again, licking my lips as my hand wrapped around you. You inhaled deeply as my mouth closed over you and I took you into my throat. After going down on the length of you a couple of times, I pulled my mouth back off, licking you and suckling your tender scrotum. 

I repeated this teasing a couple of times, taking you deep and then pulling out to lick you, loving the taste of you and the few salty drops that rested on the head of your dick. When I started to take you out of my mouth again, you took things under your control. Your hands quickly went to my head and grabbed my hair; you worked my head up and down on you. I had to concentrate on breathing as you fucked my throat hard and fast. Your cock moved back and forth over my tongue as I tried to wrap it around your thrusting shaft. I almost gagged as your swollen head penetrated the tight ring of my throat again and again.

My hands went up to cup your balls and gently squeeze as I felt you swelling to cum. My tongue went to work as soon as I felt the spurt of your warm cum in back of my throat. Your hands were holding my head in a vise as you thrust as far in me as you could, my nose buried against you. I couldn’t believe how much you kept shooting into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but a little escaped out of the corner of my mouth. When you were drained, you pulled out of my mouth. Looking down at me smiling, your finger came down to wipe your cum from my face. My pussy ached as you held your finger out to me and looked into my eyes as I started licking it and sucking it clean.

We walked back to your parents with your arm resting around me, occasionally going under my panties and feeling the hot wetness between my legs. Don’t worry angel, you tell me, I’ll take care of that on the way home. I smiled at the thought of this. The house came into view and I felt my body tensing as we got closer. Your family was gone except for your parents. When your mother spotted me, she rushed over and hugged me. I looked down at my feet as she apologized for having been so insensitive. She told me that you had told her that I probably couldn’t have children and she hadn’t meant to upset me by asking.

Uncomfortable with her apologizing, I told her it was okay and that I was fine. Your dad asked if we had time to walk to the falls and you told him no, that I wasn’t feeling up to it. They looked at each other and turn to us. They wanted to know if we wanted to house sit next weekend while they went on a trip out of town. I looked up at you as you looked at me. I don’t mind I told you and you turned to them and told them yes, we would stay. Then we told them we needed to head home. All the way home, you had me lie back in the seat nude, as you stroked my hot cunt, teasing me for making you stop earlier. You didn’t let me cum until our house was in sight and I screamed with delight when you told me to cum for you as your fingers fucked my juicy cunt.




Angel Dreams: Dream 7



[My Love, can you believe how long we have been talking to each other now? It only seems like yesterday that you pulled me out of the dark abyss that I had fallen into. My love grows for you more everyday as we share our hopes and dreams with each other.

There were days that we thought we would never talk to each other again. There were times that each of us just knew that the other one would find someone else. But these things have never come to pass. Only the distance between us keeps you from completely taking me as your own. You are in control of my mind and body without ever having laid a hand on me. Your voice alone is enough to make my body respond to you.

You called me this evening to wish me a happy anniversary. I felt myself growing damp as you commanded me to undress for you. With my body draped across the couch, my legs spread wide for you, I began doing as you instructed me to. Breathlessly I answered you as you ask me what I wanted. I want you my Love. I want your hard cock pumping in and out of me, taking me over and over again and making me your own sex toy.

My body responds to you like no other and it didn't take long for me to begin begging you for my release. Wait you tell me, wait so that we can cum together. My fingers moving in and out of my wet pussy as you describe yourself fucking me. My moans of desire bringing forth your own release, you tell me to cum for you. I love hearing your voice as you cum, closing my eyes and seeing you over my body as you fuck me. I can feel the warmth of your orgasm inside me and I let myself go.

Once is not enough for you, so you instruct me to continue. I do as you say, curling my fingers inside my throbbing cunt just as you tell me, spreading them just as you command. One orgasm follows another one as you shout for me to cum on your cock. I cry softly from the intensity once my body returns to normal. You tell me how much you love me and that this is an anniversary we'll always remember.

I repeat my love for you and listen as you tell me how you would make each of our anniversaries special. When we are finished talking, you instruct me to go to bed. I do as you say, wearing what you tell me to, I snuggle down into the bed. My eyes close as I think of our special anniversary time together….]

"Happy six month anniversary," I told you as you woke up that morning, my head between your legs. You looked up at me with sleepy, but lustful eyes as my mouth took your cock again. Without saying a word, you grabbed the back of my head and began pumping yourself into my throat harder. "Yes angel, yes baby," you moaned, as your hips moved faster. 

When I had awakened that morning, wet and aroused, I had thought of the perfect way to start our day. As you fucked my mouth, I moaned, my own hand buried between my legs. When you came down my throat, you shouted for me to cum and my hips jerked with pleasure. 

Smiling coyly at you as I laid back down beside you, I asked if you liked your present? Without answering me, you grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to yours, kissing me deep and hard. "I wish I had time to show you properly angel," as you got up from the bed. "But I have a early day today and I have to get ready to leave." You looked back at me and laughed as I lay there pouting, my arms crossed over my naked breasts. "Don't worry little one," you said, still chuckling at my behavior, "you will get what is coming to you." Knowing what you said was true, I happily jumped from the bed and got your breakfast ready for you.

Thinking I would sleep in today, I jumped back into bed after kissing you good bye. My nude body had just settled under the warm sheets, still smelling of you, when the phone rang. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, "probably some stupid salesperson." I tried to ignore the ringing, but when it continued, I jerked up the phone shouting hello rudely. "Is that anyway for my angel to answer the phone?" you asked. 

Sitting up quickly in the bed, I apologized to you for my rudeness. "Are you back in the bed you naughty girl?" you asked. "Yes, my Love," I answered. "Did I tell you that you could go back to bed angel?" you asked me. "No, my Love," I replied, feeling guilty for not asking your permission.

"I'm going to call you back in five minutes," you told me, "you're cute little ass better not be in the bed when I do. Do you understand me angel?" 

"Yes my Love," I answered quietly.

I jumped from the bed and began to get dressed to do my chores. I took the phone with me into the kitchen as I began washing our breakfast dishes. Grabbing the phone when it rang, I immediately became confused at your words. 

"Is this the Angel Escort Service?" you asked curtly. "My Love?" I began. "Is this or is this not the Angel Escort Service?" you asked impatiently. Catching on to the fact that you were playing a game with me, I told you "Yes Sir, this is Angel's Escort Service." 

"Very good," you replied. "I wish to hire one of your escorts for this afternoon around 12:00. I want to hire the one called Nikki. She should find a list of instructions on her night stand beside the bed." you said. "Yes Sir," I replied excitedly, "where should our employee meet you?" You gave me the name of the hotel next to where you worked. 

This is the hotel where we had first met and the room number you gave was the same room we had before. "She will give my name at the desk and they have been instructed to give her a key when she arrives," you said. "If she is one minute late, you will lose my business," you threatened. "Yes Sir," I said, "I understand and can promise you that she will be on time Sir." "Very good," you replied and hung up the phone.

I ran into the bedroom and grabbed the envelope that I hadn't noticed before. Sitting on the bed I eagerly tore into it and pulled out the instructions you had left for me. I was to be a prostitute for you today. You told me where to find my clothes, how to fix my hair and my make up. I was also to bring a small bag that you had already packed. When I went in search of the bag, my curiosity great, I tried to open it. Much to my dismay, you had locked the bag, preventing me from looking inside. Oh well, I thought, I will find out this afternoon just what you had planned. 

Finding my outfit in the hall closet as you had written, I unzipped the garment bag. "Oh my," I exclaimed when I discovered what you wanted me to wear. Inside was a dress made out of small metal chains woven like mesh. It was beautiful and very revealing, but also slightly heavy. There was black underwear inside the bag also. A beautiful black lace corset, thong panties that tied on the side, a garter belt and black thigh-high stockings. It was some of the prettiest and silkiest lingerie I had ever seen. I saw something shining in the bottom of the closet and pulled out a pair of thigh high boots with very high, spiked heels. You had gone to great lengths to make sure I looked the part of a professional slut.

Very excited now, I ran to jump into the shower, taking special care to prepare myself just as you desired. You always wanted my body smooth and hairless. I dried my hair when I got out and plugged in my crimper. You had specified down to the last detail how I would present myself. I was relieved to see that you had written that I could wear an overcoat into the hotel.

I put on my makeup just as you had written, very dark and heavy with lots of black eyeliner and eye shadow. I painted my lips and then my nails bright red. When I had finished all this, I set about crimping my long blonde hair. It was a long process, but I thought you would be happy with the results once I was finished. As I looked into the mirror, I thought, "it doesn't matter whether I have on an overcoat or not, the people in the hotel will surely know what I was pretending to be. Only they wouldn't know I was pretending."

I hurried and put on the lingerie you had purchased for me, loving how it felt on my body. I had some trouble with the dress, but finally got in on and all the little chains running in the right direction. Lastly I put on the boots, loving the way the leather hugged my thighs. I had never owned a pair of boots like this and hoped you would want me in them often. 

It was still about an hour before lunchtime, but I grabbed the bag and left, not wanting to take the chance of being late. Attracting a little bit of attention in the parking lot, I took a deep breath and walked into the hotel lobby. I stood at the desk a bit wary, feeling all the eyes on me. 

The man behind the desk looked knowingly at me as he handed me the key. I rushed into the elevator, wanting to hurry and get into the room without causing any more attention. I thought I heard the attendant telling another man, how some man was going to get lucky today and then laughter.

I got to the room without seeing anyone else and let myself in. I wasn't sure how a professional was suppose to act, so I just turned down the bed, took off my overcoat and sat down to wait on you. Having a pretty good idea what was going to happen, I grew wetter and more excited as I waited. I jumped to my feet as I heard the key slide into the door.

You came into the room and coldly looked my body up and down, grunting your approval. You took off your own coat and unbuttoned the denim shirt you were wearing, pulling it from the waistband of your jeans. "Turn around Nikki and let me see if you meet my approval," you ordered. I did as you asked, almost tripping on the high heels of the boots. When I turned back facing you, your face was expressionless as you told me I would do.

Walking up to me and pulling out your wallet, you asked me how much? My mind was trying to figure out what to say and I was trying to remember if you had written this in the note. Not being able to recall anything written about money, I told you that the escort service should have told you the price. Looking at me with an evil smile, you replied, "Yes Nikki, but I want to know how much, on top of the set price, it will cost for you to do ANYTHING I asked of you." Swallowing hard, I just threw out a price and watched in amazement as you threw the amount I had given you plus another $100 bill on the table. "Very good," you replied and picked up the bag to unlock it.

I stood there speechless as you removed your camera and began taking photographs of me dressed this way. When you were finished you laid the camera on the table and walked towards me. Not sure what to expect, you caught me off guard when you grabbed my shoulders and harshly forced me to my knees. You jerked open the fly of your jeans and took out your hard cock. Grabbing my head, you forced yourself into my mouth. I couldn't move my head as you fucked my mouth coldly. I could see the red lipstick smearing all over your cock as you pulled back and then rammed back down my throat. "Yes you little whore, suck my cock…deep throat it, you fucking slut," you groaned.

Calling me these dirty names was not something you ever did and my pussy reacted to your cold voice. I loved playing these games of pretend with you and if you wanted a whore, I would be the best whore I could be for your pleasure. I felt myself getting into the role as I opened my mouth wider, willing myself to take you deeper into me. I swallowed without spilling a drop as you shot your load into my throat, groaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I was.

You pulled out of my mouth and grabbed your wet cock, slapping me across the face and mouth with it. My tongue eagerly came out and licked you clean as you rubbed yourself all over my face. "Good little whore," you laughed. Then grabbing my hair, you jerked me to my feet.

"Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs wide, whore," you commanded. I did as you asked as your hands roughly ran over my body. You took your foot and kicked the inside of my feet, forcing my legs even wider apart. You left me like this ordering me not to move and took more pictures of me in this position. 

You walked back over to me and ran your hand under the short skirt of the dress. I felt you pull the ties of my panties and jerk them off my body. You grabbed my hair, turning my face to the side and told me to lick the crotch of the panties. I did as you told me, tasting my wetness. "Yes, you little slut, looks like someone enjoys their job just a little too much," you sneered, "I'll have to see what I can do about that."

Throwing my panties to the side, you ran your hands further up my body until you were at the top of my tight corset. Your hands dipped down into the corset, grabbing my tits and yanking them until the hung over the top of their bounds. "Very nice you dirty little slut," you crooned, as you pinched and rolled my nipples between your fingers. 

You ordered me to turn around and face you. I did as I was told and watched you pull a new pair of nipple clamps from your bag. I had never seen this particular pair and nervously inhaled as you placed them on my nipples. You watched my face as you screwed the clamps tighter and tighter. I moaned loudly, squeezing my eyelids together as you tightened them more than you ever had before. You took the chain and ran it through an opening in my corset. "Good little whore," you said softly into my ear, making my pussy cream even more. I felt so proud that I had pleased you by taking the clamps tighter than I normally liked.

You pressed me against the wall as you pulled the chain attached to my nipples while forcing your knee between my legs. As my legs were being spread wider, you brought your hand through the chains on the dress and began thrusting your whole hand into my wet cunt. You did not let me get accustom to your hand as you normally did, but instead began fucking me hard with all four fingers. I gasped as you tore into my pussy, your thumbnail grazing my swollen clit. "Don't cum you whore," you ordered me, "I intend to get exactly what I paid for."

Turning me back around violently and shoving me back against the wall, you raised my dress up over my ass. Then you lowered the dress, baring my naked shoulders. With the dress half on me and with my ass bare, I heard the camera again. I knew the juice from my pussy was running to my inner thighs as I stood like a statue letting you capture my body on film. You sat the camera down and picked up something else. 

I stood there stiffly as you brought a crop down time and time again on my naked ass, my shoulders and my thighs. The fact that I had a dress on didn't matter as I felt the crop strike my back, the force of it sliding through the chains to kiss my skin. I clenched my fists as the crop struck me again and again; it was never hard enough to bring blood, but it stung just the same. 

Even with the best effort, I couldn't stop myself from crying out when the crop came up between my legs, spanking my tender clit. This continued for a little longer and then you stopped. I waited for you to come over and rub the stripes you had left, but this never happened. I realized then that whores don't get the same consideration that subs do and I was a whore in every sense of the word at that time. This knowledge only served to make me hotter.

I had to try really hard to hold back the tears, knowing this wouldn't please you. I wasn't positive, but I was pretty sure professionals were a lot tougher than that. I did as I was told when you ordered me to turn around. "Remove your dress," you ordered. I removed my dress, getting the chains hung up in my nipple clamps, causing me to whimper in pain. Finally I got the dress off and draped it neatly over the chair. Then I stood in front of you, waiting for your next command. 

You ordered me to bend over and touch my ankles as you took something out of the bag. I did as you told me to do. You walked behind my body and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I sucked in deeply as you forced a butt plug into the tight opening of my ass, moaning as you pushed it deeper inside my body. 

You grabbed my hair and pulled me back up straight. Then you ordered me to put my arms behind my back, handcuffing my wrists together. I watched in horror then as you pulled an ugly contraption, called a dental gag, from the bag. You placed it over my mouth, turning the screws until my mouth was open as wide as it could be. Grabbing my arm, you pulled me over to the bed and shoved me face down, my ass sticking up in the air.

I watched you from my position on the bed as you pulled a condom out of the bag and placed it over your cock. Never had you worn protection when we had sex and I knew it was just part of the act of you being a customer, readying yourself to fuck a whore. Thinking that you were going to stick your cock into me now as you walked around behind me, I soon realized I was wrong. Soaking your hand with lube, you forced four fingers into my wet cunt, fucking me deeply. I moaned in ecstasy as you stretched my tight pussy with your large hand. You folded your thumb into your palm, then a little at a time, you began to ease your entire hand up inside me.

My hips tried to move away from this violation as my pussy was being stretched wider and wider. I tried to breathe in, but couldn't hold back the muffled screams as I felt your entire hand slide inside my body. You kept pushing inside me until your hand was buried up to your wrist. I had never felt so full, then you made a fist inside my body. With my hips pressed into the bed, you began fucking me roughly with your fist, deeper and deeper inside my wet pussy. With your other hand, you put your finger into the butt plug buried in my ass and began working it inside me. Even if it weren't for the gag in my mouth, I couldn't have asked for permission to cum. I felt as though my body had exploded into a thousand pieces as the overwhelming orgasm hit my body. "That's it you nasty little whore, cum all over my hand," you groaned, my cunt tightly convulsing on your arm.

Slowly as you pulled your hand out of my body, black spots appeared before my eyes. You began spanking my ass sharply with your hand as if you sensed what I was about to do. I shook my head trying to clear it and you shoved your cock deep inside me. I love the way you take my body and I was glad that I didn't faint. Feeling myself tighten up again, my pussy began pulsing on your thrusting dick. As my body was wracked again with orgasms, I could feel you struggling to hold your own eruption. Before I was even through cumming, you quickly pulled out of me and turned me over to face you. 

I watched as you pulled off the condom and thrust your cock right up to my opened mouth. Feeling the spray of your cum on my tongue, I tried to swallow, but the gag made it hard for me to. That didn't phase you because you had other ideas. You didn't just cum all over my tongue but all over my face, taking the head of your cock and rubbing it all over my cheeks, letting it slide occasionally over my tongue.

I lay there as my body continued to pulse and watched as you took the camera and began taking pictures of me again. My body felt stiff and completely violated as I lay there waiting for the game to be over with. Finally after you had cleaned yourself and gotten dressed, you began to remove my bonds. I tried to put my arms around you and you just looked at me like I were crazy and pushed me away. Seeing that you had no intentions of the game being over with yet, I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I walked back into the room and picked up my dress, placing it over my body.

When I turned to face you, you had repacked the bag and stood with the money in your hand. I watched in disbelief as you threw the money across the floor, scattering it everywhere. "I want to see you crawl, little whore," you laughed. I got down on my knees and crawled around the floor picking up the money. 




Angel Dreams: Dream 7



Humiliated and tired of playing, I stood up to hand you the money. You were gone. Not sure what to do, I waited to see if you would come back for the money, but you didn't. I put my coat on, grabbed the bag and left. I hurried through the lobby as the men leered at me, knowing what I had been doing upstairs. Once I got in my car, I hurried home, undressed and took a shower.

The phone rang shortly after I got home and I answered it. "Have you had a good day angel?" you asked. I wasn't sure what to say, but then told you, yes I had a very prosperous day. "Good girl," you laughed, "put on something nice and I'll take you out for dinner tonight." I told you okay and sat there looking at the phone after you hung up. 

I got dressed for dinner and you arrived home with flowers and a card, wishing me a happy anniversary. Still waiting for you to say something about that afternoon, I was quiet on the way to the restaurant. "Are you okay, little one?" you asked me. "Yes, my Love, I'm just wondering why you haven't said anything about this afternoon," I replied. "What about this afternoon?" you asked sharply, "Have you been checking up on me angel?" 

Suddenly I realized my gift to you. You had been with a whore that afternoon, but doing so in a way that you weren't unfaithful to me. "No, my Love," I answered, "but I earned some money today and wondered if you wanted me to give it to you or to keep it?" 

"Keep it and buy yourself something nice angel," you laughed. "I'm sure you earned every penny of it." 

I smiled to myself thinking, "it's not so bad being a prostitute, if you get to have sex with someone like my Love." 

[Waking up, grinning about my dream, I wondered if a prostitute had ever had the pleasure of being with you. I would never ask you anything like that, but maybe when I tell you my dream, you'll satisfy my curiosity. Thinking what a lucky whore that would be, I spread my legs and began satisfying something other than my curiosity.]

To be continued...