4 comments/ 20288 views/ 4 favorites The End of Innocence By: Omegas_Game dear readers; Omega's Game is the joint handle of Stella_Omega and Joey'sgame We'd like to share an RP with you. We've edited it a little bit, because Stella is a grammar nazi -- the original can be read here if you prefer. ~Namaste!~ *** Stella I see Joey around here with some regularity; he seems like a sweet kid. He has a nicely athletic body, and he's always bouncing from one activity to another. I'm always drawn to energy, I feed off it like a vampire. Joey and I connected over music- I can talk about music the way men talk about baseball and football. I fancy myself as- if not an authority- at least an enthusiast, and I tend to lay down the law in a conversation about any of my favorite subjects! And, when I said something bossy to Joey, he said two words, that may not have meant anything to him- "Okay, Stella," and did exactly what I had told him to do. My reflexes got the better of me. "Good boy, Joey" I cooed. And, I noticed, that, along with his grin, a blush rose along his jawline. "Careful, Stella, you might turn me on" He winked, but that blush rose higher. "There are two words that always turn me on," I countered. "'Yes, Stella.' Life can be so simple sometimes..." He laughed, and I did too, and we turned back to the songs we'd been discussing. But I liked the way his hair fell into his eyes. And it looked even blonder, against the dark red of his skin... And Joey waylaid me, a little later. He was wondering... Joey Discussing music with Stella was a lot of fun; she knew a lot of alternative bands and hundreds of obscure facts related to them. When she told me to go and vote for one of her more recent stories, I did so, without a second thought; "Okay Stella". What a hot story, I wasn't gay but this story had me wanting more, to read anyhow. Later the same day I asked Stella if she wrote from personal experience, whether she was able to draw on her personal life for the material in her stories. If she did, shit, this was one hot, talented writer! The story that had me so worked up revolved around a Dom dyke who went home with a Russian male. He was gay or at least bi and he wanted to be raped by the dyke. What an erotic story, Stella made the story absolutely believable, almost too real. I could actually feel this character's pain as he was rough fucked by Stella. I was extremely turned on and wanted more. I let Stella know that she was one hot motherfucker! I don't think she appreciated my colorful language, even though I had apologized after saying it. Stella Heh. Hey, compliments, I eat them up! But, I wasn't going to tell Joey that. As he stammered his praise, uncouth but sincere, his body language was even more eloquent. He had a hard-on that he tried to hide from me by twisting a little away. I caught a great view of his back- nice, strong shoulders, that deep curve of the spine that leads right into a really nice, curvy ass. Seeing me considering, him in that way, he was afraid he'd said the wrong thing, and begged pardon. "I don't know if that's pardonable, boy," I snapped, and his ears got hot all over again, at that word- "boy." Funny how language has such control over us, isn't it? It was the little link I needed, to suck him in with. We were walking, as we talked, and my place wasn't too far away. When I swerved around the corner, he came right with me, and I couldn't help grinning. His spirits rose as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. "Sorry, motherfucker- I mean, Okay, Stella," he said on the steps. "Fucking smartass," I said, unlocking the door. "look, Joey, here's how it goes. You tell me- politely- what you're hoping for. If I have to spend my energy taking you down, I won't have any left for the fun stuff..." We stepped into my spartan studio apartment. Joey looked around, bashfully yet with burning curiosity, taking in the room. His gaze stopped, with a kind of horrified fascination, at the bed that I built myself- six by six beams, strong enough to tie down a horse onto -- And, now, here we are, staring each other down. Is this boy going to behave? Joey Man I was really turned on, this was a woman after all, despite her being a dyke and she was sexy as hell. She was almost as tall as I was and in great shape, she had great legs and a stomach that rippled with her sculpted six-pack. I was strangely afraid but at the same time extremely excited, anticipation making me weak, the unknown element causing butterflies to form in my stomach. Arriving at her studio apartment, I marveled at the bed, a large beam structure, complete with eyelets, ropes, hooks and other assorted bdsm toys. What was I getting myself into? I didn't care, I wanted to be there, I wanted this strangely intimidating figure to make me feel something, anything. I asked her to discipline me for swearing at her, which I had now done twice. I waited for her response. Stella "Get your jeans off. And choose- Single-tail, or rattan. Let's help you remember the lesson." I take them both off their hooks, my five-foot blacksnake, coiled and quiet, and the slender little cane, and show them to you. Joey Never having used or experienced either, I pick up the rattan and hand it to you with shaking hands. It was smaller, somehow seemingly less threatening... oh yeah, was I wrong. Stella Yeah, I know. It isn't black and scary looking. Don't judge a book by its cover! Taking your arm I turn you easily, and face you towards the bed. I'm not that strong, really- I just watch your feet. I see when you're about to shift balance, and I use that. Besides, you -really- want to be overpowered by me. You're helping. My hand in the small of your back propels you towards the bed. In your eagerness, you fling yourself onto it, grabbing at the railings on the other side. But I want you to slide back again, letting your legs trail off. The little hairs on your ass and legs glitter in the half-light. I lay my hand on your upturned rump, which- if it were mine- would be trying to find a way out of this. I want to give you one last chance to back out- I hate lawsuits! But at the same time, I don't want to spoil my own fun. I caress the silky skin, slap it lightly, knowing that will excite you. "This is going to hurt like fuck-all, Joey. Are you really willing? 'Cause you can walk right now." I flex the thin light cane, feeling its resilience in the palms of my hands. I don't know, Joey, if you've ever felt rattan. I have, and my own skin is already crawling in sympathy! I'm wondering if I should be kind, and give you a warm up- or if I should go for the big impression right now. Just so we don't have to do it again too soon... Joey "You should do what you would normally do in a situation like this, I can be quite rude at times and should probably learn my lesson well." I can't believe that I am submitting to this but something about the whole scene has me quite excited, no, really excited. It's the knowing that you're in control and there's nothing I can do about it, that appeals to me, experiencing a different venture that I never really thought I would give in to. Not the pain so much as the lack of control and the feelings of vulnerability "Yes, Stella, I am willingly doing this," I manage to choke out. I jerk involuntarily when I see the shadow of your arm rise... Stella The cane flexes like a live thing, as I raise it over your flesh, and I bring it down straight across your buttocks. I feel the rebound all the way up my arm- the thin brown rod sinks into your flesh momentarily. As it comes up again, the white line has already formed, and I see, with great satisfaction, the reddened welts beginning to mound up on either side. On your right cheek, a drop of blood stands, perfect, where the tip of the cane bit in... You haven't even begun to breath yet, your body hasn't completely processed this form of pain at all. Only your hands, clenching the crumpled sheet, turn white... Once more, taking careful aim, I deal you a second blow, about an inch below the first- although to you, it feels like the identical spot. I see your chest begin to inflate with indrawn breath, and push it right back out of you with the third hit. Damn, I love how that looks. You have six welts, three per side, aligned nearly perfectly across your buttcheeks. Each welt is three distinct lines, white in the center, red on each side. Like an Indian Brave's war stripes. "Be careful what you ask for," I say, around my own dizzying rush of adrenaline. Glad that I'm wearing these black leather jeans of mine-They remind me that I'm the top, dammit! Joey Moments before the thin rod assaults my being, my brain and my body, perhaps both, scream a warning at me, too late, I feel something akin to a sharp knife dripping with acid slice into my buttocks. I can't quite grasp the gravity or level of pain that I seem to be experiencing. I am unable to breathe let alone think or speak as blow number two slashes my senses. My perception of events obscured by the mind numbing pain, insists that this can't be happening to me, it must be another person lying on that bed, hands tearing at the white sheet, mouth open in a silent scream, then I experience the third and final blow and feel like I just stepped off the edge of reality and fell screaming into a roaring pit of fire! When I'm finally able to draw breath, what comes out of my mouth is something between a scream, a groan and a guttural moan. My face is wet with tears when I finally register the reality and face the fact that I had willingly subjected, actually asked for this to happen to me. Stella Yes, poor baby, it does hurt, doesn't it? I lay my cool hand on your ass, gently, soothingly- and am unable to resist fingering the high ridges I've sculpted into your flesh. You flinch when I touch you. My other hand grabs your shoulder, kneading the tight muscles. I can feel how quickly you react, letting the tension drain away, solely because I'm being nice right now. You are not budging. You are not getting up off that bed, going for my throat. This was something you wanted, probably more than you ever knew. The cuffs- when I put them on you- will feel to you like... Freedom. You won't have the responsibility of controlling yourself anymore. "So, we've learned something, right Joey?" I say. I love the little nod I get in response- you're paying attention now! "I can really make you hurt. And it's not fun, like you thought it would be- but, I bet, we only have to do this the one time." Joey Yes it goddamn well hurts, but I'm not about to say those words to you and chance another sound thrashing, and you bet I very much want to go for your throat, however; this was is something that I had willingly asked and agreed to. When you touched the raised skin it's almost too much for me. It hurts so bad, feeling something like raking a razor blade across bare skin would feel. "Please Stella, please cuff me, I think I need to be restrained right now!" I plead gritting my teeth. I'm a fast learner; I'm not about to repeat this experience anytime soon. "Yes, Stella, I've definitely learned my lesson, thank you Stella." Stella You know, the truth about a good top- does what the Bottom asks. I have a set of cuffs for a guy your size and strength- steel radial belting, hidden between two layers of soft black Elkhide, glittering with steel hardware. I show them to you, and wrap one wrist then the other. For a man with murder in your eye, you are very co-operative, stretching your arms above your head so that I can link the chains around the top rail of the bed. With your head twisted to the side, watching me as best you can, I put cuffs on your ankles, and you stretch yourself, almost luxuriously, so that I can clip them to the footboard posts. And a bottle of Arnica tincture- an herbal anesthetic- to smooth over your ass. I want to be able to put you face up soon. There is only one laceration. I touch it, gently, in tribute. If this were the old days, I'd lick the blood off your skin. Sadly, those days are gone. While I'm waiting for the tincture to work its magic, I wrap you in more of these big, thick leather bands, buckling them into place above your elbows and knees. In two hands, ceremoniously, I set the big collar around your neck. You push your face into the mattress, trying to get used to the feeling of weight, and your hair falling in sweaty tendrils over the black leather, your strong shoulders pulled forward, your heaving chest, push me to ferocity. I want to invade you. This started as a near-joke- it's not funny to me anymore. Joey I watch silently as you move about the room, opening first one cupboard, then closing it before unlocking this drawer, removing an item then relocking it and moving to another drawer, cupboard or locked box. I hear you unbuckling belts; hear the tight snap of leather as you flex the various items you have gathered, testing their strength. I inhale sharply when I feel your hands as they encircle my wrist, feel a moments panic when the first cuff is buckled into place and secured to the bed. I hold my breath while you complete the same procedure on my other wrist. You wrap my ankles in similar bindings and I stretch out to assist you in securing my body, consequently ensuring my cooperation in what is to follow. I finally let my breath out in a great exhale, safe in the knowledge that I won't be able to escape or hurt anyone in any way. As you said, it was in many ways a feeling of freedom. I am incredulous as to the workings of the mind and the instinctive reactions of the human body as I feel myself harden, shuddering violently when you apply the salve to my damaged skin. Suddenly I sense a change in your demeanor, I can't quite label your new manner but then again I am unable to see your eyes or the seemingly evil smile on your face. If I had I would have been perhaps more prepared... Stella evil smile? Well... yeah, actually, evil. I heft a flogger. One of my big indulgences, I like Jeanette Heartwood's floggers for their workmanship and colors- this one is Elkhide, like the cuffs, and she painted the dyes on, black at the roots, reds oranges and yellows towards the tips. It looks like flames, and feels like them too, gentle, warming flames, as I stand on the bed over you, whirling it. The tips stroke your skin, fast as the centrifugal force forces them. I bring the flogger closer slowly, so that the streamers are hitting you harder, with more and more of their length. They leave red streaks now, down your back as your skin warms. It must be tingling by now! I love the way you are moving under the lash, sensually dancing. Your chains clink as you shift your hands against the head-rail. That sound hits me right in my pussy. I move the flogger down your body, skimming over your ass- the welts have lost some color, thanks to the salve- and concentrating, gently, on your thighs. You seem to like that, raising your hips, and I let the flogger slip between curling around each leg to stroke the front as well. Joey I tense as I feel the bed move when you stand up and over my body. I can't see the flogger but I can hear the whirling sound that it makes as you wield it, your experienced hands manipulating the instrument, causing me to squirm with excitement and apprehension long before I feel the lashes as they slowly but ever so surely warm my body. The warming sensation turns to a tingling sensation as you continue to stroke my back, venturing further down, to slide across the already violated skin on my ass, further down still the lashes begin to work on my thighs. I like this as my thighs are fresh and the sensation is deeply arousing, forcing me to raise my hips as I become more and more aroused, my bonds tense when I pull, reminding me that I am completely at your mercy. My breathing becomes more labored as the highly erotic scene begins to play out, just as the lashes start to cause a slightly more than stimulating sensation on my thighs, I feel them curl between my legs, with my hips raised they begin to stroke my inner thighs, occasionally licking my hardening balls and teasing my thickening penis right around the base. I gasp, wanting more, I hear you laugh, almost silently; my sexual release is beginning to become necessary, my arousal starting to torment my body... Stella YESSS! Just the kind of bottom I love! Foreplay with a flogger, killing you with kindness. I am secretly relieved to see you reacting this way. I know how far I went past your limits at the very first. And, as I said, my own lust is mastering me. Every time I touch your cock and balls with the tips of the thick, heavy leather streamers- I feel it myself. So, I know when you are nearly ready to come. And I don't like that- no more fun. I move away from your legs to your shoulders again, switch to a heavier, harder flogger. Joey I am oh so close to coming when you stop working anywhere near my cock and balls, moving your manipulations back to my shoulders. I groan in frustration and desire, longing to feel the pressure and pain across my sex. Needing to come but relishing the control that you have taken, my body trembling with excitement and yes, fear. I watch you return the flogger to a locked cupboard, removing a somewhat larger, heavier flogger. My mouth goes dry... Stella This flogger bites in. I manipulate it over your shoulders, the small of your back, enjoying the way you twist, helplessly, unable to get away from it. I can tell how hard you're getting, too, pushing against my bed. I want to put a stop to that. I drop the flogger alongside you- your head whips around to see what hit the mattress- and come down to the footrails, unlocking your ankles. At my command you turn yourself, a little awkwardly since your hands are above your head. As I reattach your ankles, I let my gaze roam over your chest and belly- and that very nice hardon you carry. The big muscles in your thighs twitch under my stare. You are a playground for my fun. Nice nipples, Joey. I produce a handful of wooden clothespins.... Joey I tense as I feel the larger flogger bite into my skin, on my shoulders and the small of my back. "Fuck", I mumble under my breath, feverishly trying to escape the tassels as they seem to swish or zing through the air just before making contact with my skin, causing me to suck air. This flogging is beginning to arouse me more and more and I attempt to grind my hips into the hard mattress, anything to get some relief, my hard cock wet with precome. Each time I have started the inevitable process of release you have waited until just before that "there's no turning back now point " and then stopped my orgasm. I am frustrated and at your mercy, trying desperately to hide my attempts at self-pleasure. This time is no different, as I attain some form of a rhythm, grinding my cock into your bed, you drop the flogger beside me, startling me. I feel my ankles being released and comply when you tell me to turn over, my shoulders straining with the effort. I close my eyes under your direct gaze, quite aware of my rock hard penis and swollen balls, my stomach seeming to quiver as I try to control my breathing. Opening my eyes, your gaze is still locked on my body and I flinch without you striking me, you grin, commenting on my hard nipples, you show me the wooden clothespins... The End of Innocence "Stella I, I... Stella If you say anything- I'll lose what little control I still have. Somebody has to know what they're doing here! "Stella-" you say, and your voice is sweetly hoarse. "hush," I say, but I don't mean it- I want to hear more. My legs feel as if they've been anesthetized, encased in leather as they are, as I sit astraddle and grind my pussy against your chest. And I'm surprised by the quick jolt from my clit. It's strong enough to force my eyes shut for a moment. When I open them again, your eyes are wide and staring, and beautiful. Yes, I'm a dyke, but I do love men! I take your nipples, my hands moving easily with you as you try to jerk away, and, one at a time, oh so gently, oh so inexorably, set clothespins over them. And as your mouth opens in protest, I lean down to kiss you. Joey After you show me the wooden clothespins you slide up my body, purposely stroking my hardness with your pussy lips, I groan with both pleasure and frustration. You sit straddling my bare chest, your pussy grinding into my body, I can feel your hard clit and I can feel your heat , overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of your sex. I need you really badly, I'm almost panting with the attempt at self control and trying to stop myself from begging you to touch my cock. " Fuck Stella, anything, I'll do anything, I'm desperate!" You lift the clothespins one by one and slowly attach them to my nipples, the pain is erotically excruciating, I bite hard on my lower lip, then as the second one is clipped on I open my mouth to beg you to stop, instead your hot mouth swallows my plea as I feel you kiss me hard, your tongue pushing into my mouth deeply Stella You can feel my clit- through these black leather jeans I'm still wearing, Joey? Bullshit, it's your fevered imagination. But I can sure feel it, myself! Your sweat comes to my nostrils- wonderful, clean smell of a healthy active man. Your mouth is hot inside. I slide my tongue deep, invading you. I can feel the vibrations in your throat- purring? I doubt it- moaning in protest, more likely. Your body is active under me, your skin sliding across my leather-clad legs. I'm going to have to get these pants off soon. Right now, though, my breasts fall forward, nudging the clamps on your tits. I tease myself with them a little- at a cost to you, of course . Joey My initial reaction to your breasts spilling from your top is one of pure excitement, which quickly turns to pain with limited pleasure involved as your breasts nudge the tight clamps on my chest, resulting in sudden, intense pain. Being unused to any of this type of pleasure/pain/eroticism all I can feel is a tight, biting, twisting sensation that makes me cry out and try to retreat from the new assault my body is experiencing. The look of pure ecstasy on your wonderful face as you tease your own erect nipples with the wooden clamps that are causing me such discomfort makes me want to slap you, to make you hurt as I am hurting, but a quick tug against my bindings reminds me that that sort of thing is totally out of the question. I breathe through my nose, inhaling deeply, trying to work through the pain. Stella And, even though you are in a pain that you aren't used to- your cock is still hard. I can see that you're having a hard time dealing with that sensation. Well, one last bit of fun for me, I take them off, and watch you twist and writhe as the feeling floods back into your rosy brown nipples. I lean down and soothe them with my tongue. Sitting up, I reach for another flogger- a little one. I play it over your chest, sliding myself down- but I stop before my black leather ass touches your straining cock. I stand up, over you on the bed. Pull off the halter- hell, it's halfway off anyway- and bend from the waist to pick up a cock ring I'd left so conveniently on the bed. Your cock jumps in my hand. If your mouth was hot, your prick, your balls radiate heat, I could start sweating from being near them. Lovingly, I pull the leather band snug around the base of your cock, and under your balls- the soft wrinkled skin going shiny ands smooth- and snap it closed. Beautiful. I let go, and leave you trying to hump thin air. And I pick up the bigger flogger once more. And set to work over your front. I wish I could strip your thighs with the cane, Joey. Not for punishment- for my pleasure. Joey As the clamps are removed from my nipples the sudden rush of sensation makes me gasp, the blood making itself known as it pumps back into my sensitive nipples, your mouth soothing me makes me groan out loud. My body flexes in anticipation as you slide yourself lower; however, you stop without ever coming into contact with my thick cock and swollen balls and I moan in frustration. It feels so fucking good when you take my cock in your hand and I immediately thrust my hips upward, not realizing at first that you are adorning me with a cock ring that will only serve to continue my torture, keeping both my balls and my straining cock hard but preventing the release that I so desperately want. "Ah fuck, please Stella, I'll do anything, I want to come, I need to come" Standing, you resume working my body with the large flogger, smiling at me. I want the flogger to stroke my swollen parts and try to move my body in order to achieve this goal. I am aware that I won't be able to come with the ring still around me but I have to feel something touching my hard cock. Oh Stella... Stella "anything-" you say. That word. My back is drenched in sweat suddenly, my head wants to explode. I rest my hand on your cock, throbbing against its restraint. I am NOT playing fair. I don't care. This is one thing I want for myself, not you. "Will you take the cane, once more. Joey?" I ask intently. "Not as punishment. I won't hit you the way I did before. Joey- I need this." My hand slides over your cock... not playing fair, not at all. Joey My body goes rigid when you slide your hand over my swollen cock, I'm unable to think straight, I don't care what you're asking of me! My heart is pounding way too fast. The word 'cane' registers in my overheated brain, I try to stay focused, to hear what you're asking of me. Stella NEEDS something, what was it, I really don't care, I know I'll do it. Your hand moves again, playing over my painfully hard cock and balls. "Yes, yes Stella. Whatever it is, I'll do it" Stella I get off the bed- I'd put the cane away. I wasn't expecting to use it again, at all, at all. Coming back , I lay it gently across your thighs, seeing you flinch. Well, I don't blame you- but I don't want to hurt you this time. Not in the same way, at least. I start, tapping gently and quickly, it's a sensation similar to the flogger. I move it up your legs near to your cock- your into it, it's almost pleasant. And your cock is still hard. Your breathing is deep, almost relaxed, nearly trance-y in fact. I begin to hit harder, gradually. I am raising a warm, red and rather numb place on your thighs, and thus creating a spot where some hard hits won't be as powerfully distracting as they were the first time. It seems to me you're ready to take the hits. "are you?" I ask- you nod, with your lips pressed tightly together. With my left hand cupping your cock and balls, I take aim, and bring the cane down, across the tops of your thighs. It's different this time. I'm not hitting as hard, and your endorphin levels are incredibly high. You breath hard, but it's not the shock that I put you through the first time. And I stroke you, in reward. But still, that triple-welt pattern raises for me. And the second hit, further down. And, yes, one more. No blood this time, I am pleased to say- I am still in control, dammit! Coming up to where you can see me, I shuck off my leather jeans. And pick up the harness, already loaded with its slim black silicone cock. Joey Your mood seemed seems to have changed, I watched as you removed the rod from its drawer, laying it across my thighs, I flinched although I had told myself that I wouldn't. Let's face it, I'm afraid of this slim yet powerful rod, at least of the damage that it could inflict and of course the fear that it had has already instilled in me. You began begin your ministrations, tapping my thighs with this rod, lightly but enough to numb the area with the repeated strokes. I began begin to relax a little, enjoying the sensations this time, my hard cock never losing its rigidity. I watched your face, the slight tilt of your head and the smile that played plays just at the corners of your mouth. You questioned my readiness for the 'real hits', the ones that you seemed to 'need' to give me, the hits that I've once again agreed to. I felt feel my body tremble inside, as you raised your arm, momentarily pausing to look at my eyes. I steadied steady myself, instructing my brain to inform my body to just 'handle it'. It seemed seems to me that time had has slowed to a crawl, a frame-by-frame speed, I took take a deep breath, but kept keep my eyes wide open. 'Thwack'. I gasped as the slim rod struck strikes both of my upper thighs, then again a little lower, and a third lower still! It's better, I didn't don't scream or feel the need to scream. It hurts, don't get me wrong but it's a different hurt, the fear was is gone, it's a hurt that I could actually become accustomed to, -- maybe, and that was a big maybe. You came come over to me and inspected your work, while stroking my still hard cock and balls. "Thank you Stella" Eventually you turn and remove your jeans, your tight little ass making me swell even more, you slip into a harness. My gaze coming to rest on the silicone cock, I feel my alarm and fear immediately rise.... Stella Isn't that the strangest thing- when you remove the element of fear... from pain... it turns into pure sensation. Something that you can deal with. And some people can turn that sensation into something else entirely. Tangled wires. I am awash in gratitude right now- the gratitude a lion feels for its prey. Petey's loneliness- that I wrote into the story- that's mine. The cane is an artist's instrument, I don't often have a canvas to paint on. But my cunt is throbbing, I'm feeling almost as needy as you must be- I buckle the harness straps over my ass, settle the dildo over my pubic bone. I've picked a slim shape, for you. What I'm thinking about right now, is how to take you- on your back, between your chained lags, with your cock between us, and your face looking into mine- or from the back, the way Petey took Yuri? Got any preferences, Joey? Joey "Seeing as I'm strapped down and completely at your mercy Stella, I should think you would probably get a great deal of pleasure by taking me on my back. In this position you will be able to experience the look on my face as you are pounding that dildo into my ass, you will probably get the satisfaction of watching me 'out of control'." Oh, we both know that I have no power in this game and you are the one who is directing the play but I think I would like to see your face and watch you as you 'take me'. The fear that had seemingly evaporated from my body was is back with a vengeance and I immediately noticed the glint in your eyes as soon as you recognized my vulnerability again. Stella I like the way you're thinking! As I settle the harness into it's familiar place, and I'm watching your eyes- I see them narrow, and a brand new watchfulness enter them. I need to reposition you for this, and I have just the right piece of furniture- a body sling. Standing on the bed- flashing my pussy (and my dick) as I walk and turn over you- I hook the chains to the big beams over the bed. Then I bend down, to unlock your arms and legs from the bed- grab a handful of hair in one hand. "Stand up," I tell you. You comply without hesitation, and I guide you into the cradle of swinging leather. Your collar -- remember you're wearing one-- clips onto the sling, your head is supported, but you won't be lifting your head without strangling yourself. Your wrist manacles clip to the chains above your shoulders, and your ankles are supported by loops hanging about two feet from the bottom edge of this cozy little hammock. Nice. Your rock hard, purple-swollen cock gets a little loving attention from my tongue. I lap the single drop of precome from the infuriated tip... Joey As you begin to unlock my arms and legs I initially think about telling you to stop. My swollen, engorged cock tells me not to bother, so does the grip you have on my hair, just in case I presume, I have any of those thoughts. You position me into the body sling, the collar tight around my neck, my wrists secured above my head, ankles in loops just below the hammock. I feel exposed; you have absolute and complete access to my virgin hole and there is not a thing I can do about it. I groan with pleasure when I feel your tongue snake out to slide across my cockhead, removing the precome and sending my body into the throes of bottomless, mindless lust. Stella Your precome tastes sweet, and salt. And as I lift my head, another opaline drop wells up. You groan as my tongue lavishes your cock again. My fingers slide over your thighs, ass, your tight asshole. Goddamn-it, where's the lube! I retrieve the runaway bottle, pull on a latex glove, and make it slippery. Treat your rectum to the warm stuff also. My finger twists, slides right in. I can feel your heat, I feel your prostate, swollen just like a girls G-spot. Your chest is heaving, the sounds you make are so fucking sexy- they make me moan in response. In my (slightly twisted) world, this is love-making. I slide a second finger alongside, and a third, thrumming on your prostate, making your cock engorge still further- it looks like it's going to blow up, or give you a heart attack. What a way to go, eh? I finger-fuck you, and your gasps and sighs match my movements. Slowly I slide out... and position my cock at your entrance. You protest my fingers leaving, and welcome my dick in their place. I pour a stream of lube over the shaft, and my fingers smooth it over every inch of the sleek black silicone, while you whimper your impatience. "Jesus, Joey, you're one hot piece of ass" My own voice is hoarse and growling now. My cunt is so wet, behind the harness, the juices soaking the straps. I lean into you, smoothly sliding in, letting the shaft guide its way into your arsehole- to the very hilt, pressing my hips hard against your tethered cheeks. "Oh, damn" I gasp. And my hips begin to move, moving my cock deep inside you. I am so glad of the sling chains, I can hang on to them, keep myself up. Joey The tongue bath you are giving my swollen member is filling me with more of a need than I am already experiencing, Your touch, as your hands and fingers play over my body, bringing me to the very edge of reality but not tipping me over. My mind feels like it's going to explode as your finger and then fingers enter my tight hole. Your rhythmic tapping on an area inside of me that has never had this kind of attention, it's blowing my mind, making my need for release something different than it previously was, different than it has ever been, but something I am unable to define or even ask for. You withdraw your fingers and I feel a complete emptiness, a void, I express my frustration, not wanting to wait any longer, I need to feel full again. You enter me with your hard cock and I hear your moans of pleasure, your dialogue turning me into one big erogenous zone, I must be in another reality and in essence I am. You begin to fuck my tight hole faster. I want it, I want it bad, and I am consumed by a need I am unable and at the present time unwilling to make any sense of, it just is! Whatever it is, I want it, badly. Stella Well, honey, you want to get fucked, that's all! No shame in that- millions of women know just how you feel right now. Okay, I get off on taunting you, just a little... But unlike Petey, I'm not interested in making you bleed. I want you to enjoy this, and it's obvious that you are. You have no idea of how beautiful you look right now. Your head is tossed back against the sling, held by your collar. Your hands are gripping the chains they are locked onto. Your legs have fallen wide open, giving me all the access I could possibly want, you are absolutely begging for my cock. Which you can have, baby, as much as you want. I keep the lube handy, replenishing the slime as often as it is absorbed. I unsnap the cock ring, very gently, some blood will have to drain out of your prick before you'll even be able to ejaculate. I run my hands over your chest, your rock hard nipples. And my own. You're not making words, neither am I- its all grunts and growls. Joey As you fuck me, alternating your speed, your rhythm, my body screams with an aching desire built completely from the drama that we have created! I am unbelievably exactly where I want to be at this exact point in time, with whom I need to be with, experiencing something that I could never in a million years, have ever seen myself experiencing and fucking loving it! The freedom in not having to direct the play, or orchestrate the music, actually not having to set and follow any of the rules (you know the ones I mean, the rules that we set for ourselves just because we ought to have some and then spend our whole fucking lives first trying to break them and then feeling 'proud' of ourselves because finally, fucking finally we are able to follow them. Wake up folks, we didn't need them in the first place, they just give us something to do, to bitch about, to adhere to perhaps, what a fucking crock) My physical desire to come has encompassed my entire being. I watch as you gently, lovingly remove the cock ring that has withheld my release for so long. I inhale sharply, experiencing almost a mini orgasm as some precome seems to shoot from the end, leaving me needing and wanting more. "Please Stella" Stella I think that if you had any control right now, you'd be pumping yourself hard on my dick- the harder I pound into you, the more you seem to like it. You don't seem to realize that the sensations you are feeling are every bit as strong as the pain of the caning you got. The head of your cock is slick- each time I go in, and pass by your prostate, it pumps out some precome. You are a sweaty mess, quivering, on the edge, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. It's an obvious effort for you to focus on me at all. "Do you want to come, Joey?" "Please, Stella!" I grasp your cock and stroke it roughly, in time to my thrusts. And the sound you make can only be described as a scream. Joey Only physical sensation seems to be registering , to focus even my vision on you is an overwhelming strain. The black, sleek silicone cock, YOUR COCK, pounds my hole, faster and harder, nudging my prostate with every thrust. With every stroke my prostate is jarred, and I seem to lose consciousness for a brief moment of time, precome spilling from my cock, running down its rigid shaft. One sentence registers suddenly in my brain; "Do you want to come, Joey?" "Yes, Stella, oh god yes!" Your hand wraps around my shaft and begins to jerk me roughly, my sensitive cock expands and contracts with your movements, I am in pain and completely satisfied at the same time, needing the pain in order to keep me from slipping into unconsciousness, the pleasure to be able to reach my physical goal, my release! The release will be one that I will never forget, nor would I want to. Staring into your eyes as I approach orgasm makes me feel like I'm drowning and I have to close them again. The End of Innocence Our combined sounds are like none other, screams, gasps and some that I wouldn't be able to put a name to. Somebody could have been committing a murder and it wouldn't have sounded so utterly mind bending. "OH FUCK STELLA, AAHHH, STELLA"! Stella "Fuck- Joey, come- come on, baby!" I stroke your cock as if I would pull it right off, you hardly seem to notice. I can feel it pulsing, my other hand massaging your balls. Your eyes roll back when it hits, flickering white between your lashes, your back convulsing with the force. Your come jets into my hand, blasting and splattering against my palm and your scream reverberates in my ears. Plunging deep one last time, I slip one hand under the harness, to find my clit, and even though I was coming almost the whole time I was fucking you- that last orgasm sends me into my own spasms, I have to lean against the sling chains, my hips twisting and dancing- and with my ever-hard cock still in you, that must be hard to take! In fact, you groan and spurt another jet over your belly. I come to rest, still deep inside you. Damn, I'm tired! My leg muscles are burning, and my hands are shaking. but... my clit sends one last powerful signal through my body. And then, a little quiet... my throat is hoarse, I cough once before I can say; "Hey, Joey, how're you doing?" Joey Indeed, how was I doing? I really wasn't sure, I felt like was in some heart pounding, mind blowing place that only the two of us had ever entered. This little piece of time was ours to keep, it didn't belong to anybody else. I didn't think anybody else could possibly understand the drama that had taken place. The orgasm that I had just 'lived' was different than any other I had ever experienced. It encompassed all of the emotions that I was capable of giving and feeling, my emotional body was as drained as I was physically and sexually spent. I lay, resting in the sling, your body leaning against me, holding yourself up with the chains. "How am I doing, I'm doing great Stella, absolutely blown away." I look at you, really look. "Lay with me Stella, in the sling or on the bed, doesn't matter, just lay with me…" Stella "well, let's get you out of the sling then." I think about that for a minute. Trying to remember the steps. "Joey, I'm going to pull out of you now, hold your breath." You look puzzled, but obediently take a deep breath and I slide out. Your insides find their original places... Such a strange sensation. And as I loosen the straps and lay the harness aside, that feels odd, too. I unclip your fetters and help you roll and slide out of the sling, flopping limply onto the bed underneath. And I make a dash for the fridge, for a couple of beers- we need the electrolytes! And then I collapse on the bed against your radiating heat. I feel your arm come around me, and a big sigh. My eyes feel so heavy! I'm exhausted-- you must be shattered. Joey Taking my beer and drinking down at least half, so thirsty, so tired. I pull you close to me, I smile and think to myself, she's my top, and the only top I've ever had. "Thank you Stella", a whisper. Stella I force my eyes open for one moment more... "Hey, Joey... thank you..."