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Satisfaction

By: wgafa



"Come to bed" she said in her seductive manner, knowing the result. I had been snowed under at work, bringing my laptop home and working at the dinner table almost ever night for a few months, once the kids were asleep and the chores of the day (or should I say early night). Seeing her there in all her glory with her glorious 40Cs and natural muff, I could only say one thing, in eagerness "I'll shut down and come to bed, love".

When I got to the bed room she was lying like a seductress. "I wanna eat you" I said. Little by little she parted her legs, showing me the mound of Venus I loved so much. My wife was no model, in her mid forties, we were both showing our age, but ever since I feel in love with her in our twenties, she only had to display any part of her body, and I was ready. 

I stripped off, and started kissing her beautiful large areolas, I loved then, not as sexual as they once were before the kids and the breast feeding, but they still responded like they wanted some attention. After liking them and gentling nibbling them, I moved to her neck, nibbling my way up to her ear lob, and then back down to those irresistible breasts. I have never loved firm breasts, my wife's were perfect for me, and they still had their natural femininity, responded to touch in a way that made me feel wanted. They have always been sensitive, so I kissed the large areolas, and then started moving down. As I moved toward her muff, my erect penis brushed her thigh and then lower leg, wow I loved that feeling.

Being a natural women, she was unshaven, but her bush seemed to maintain itself so that it was perfectly covered with pubes, easy to get to, and lovely to look at. I kiss my way around her thighs, and knowing how impatient she gets, I licked the inside of her lips, then gently started coaxing the clitoris out of its hood, so that I could gently tickle it with the edge of my tongue. My wife is very sensitive there and too much rough work can reverse any foreplay. Moving in for the final movement, I pleased the sweet thing, while inserting one, then two, and finally three fingers gently into her love hole. I could feel the build up and tensing inside, and knew her moment was coming. Slowly wave after wave caressed her body, and she attained release.

I loved this moment; my penis seems to chorus the coming of relief in spirit and gets really hard, as if to stand to attention. It is a moment when I love being a man, to feel my body react to her excitement.

After a while she rolled over and softly said, "I have a surprise for you", reaching into her draw, she removed a tube of lubrication gel. Now we had, had anal sex before but not often, and it had been a while. I almost shot my load when I realised what she was offering, her wonderful brown eye, for me. 

Taking the tube, I gently eased a little around her chocolate secret and then eased a finger in. My excitement was unbearable I had to calm myself down. I eased another finger in and then could not take it any more, scared I would blow it. I eased some gel onto the head of my penis, and then slowly started to easy my member into her anus. I felt the first sphincter slowly ease open, and hovered there, letting it get used to me. After a little while I eased him in further, and felt the resistance of the second barrier easy slowly. I push gently, and I was past the final barrier. I lay on top of her for a while calming myself down, and feeling the joy of being inside her sacred hole.

I then started to move slowly, she reminded me to be gentle, and I was trying as best I could. Gradually I eased further in and a little out, and repeated this going further in each time. Once my whole cock was buried in her bottom, I started to nudge into her arse as measured as I could, the lube started doing its magic, and soon I was in a regular motion. The moment and the action and my excitement meant I did not last long, before a flourish of my jism entered her and I collapsed on top of her.

We lay like that for a while, until I left the pleasure area, once my penis had returned to a relaxed state.

Satisfaction



Have you ever been so horny that the only thing you can think of is getting laid? Well I have and that what's led to my being tied up at the mercy of two strange men. Let me start from the beginning so you can understand how I ended up in such a desperate situation. 

My name is Samantha and I'm a manager at a local retail store. I'm a recent divorcee and haven't found the right person to start a relationship with so I have been reduced to pleasuring myself with my hand or using sex toys. 

This morning I woke up feeling horny and out of sorts. I tried to use my toys but my batteries died and my hand just didn't satisfy me, so I went to work still on edge. All day long I found myself unable to focus and thinking weird thoughts about my coworkers. 

It all started when I was standing between Carl and Jake. I felt so small and feminine standing next to them and couldn't resist superstitiously smelling their skin. It was all I could do not to grab them and take what I needed. 

It only got worse as the day continued. I had a private meeting with Wallace and the only thing I could focus on was the shape of his lips. I didn't hear a single thing during the meeting and found myself squirming in my chair trying to relieve the ache slowly building up in my pussy. 

I even tried pleasuring myself in my office on my lunch break and it just made everything worse. When I found myself looking at my employees I knew I had to get out of there and handle my problem immediately. 

After leaving work, I went home, showered, and changed into something sexy and headed out to the club. The club was dead so I sat at the bar to have a few drinks while I waited for more people to arrive.

After serving everyone, the bartender and I struck up a conversation. Three drinks later, I was telling him all about my problems. "I know a place where you can go to find some action", he says. At first I was reluctant but as the night wore on and no one likely came in I started considering his offer. 

He gave me a piece of paper with a name and address on it. "Tell them Ryan sent you and they'll take good care of you". I'm kind of nervous but I'm so desperate by now that I take the chance and go to the address. At first glance, it looks like a normal residential home. 

As I go closer, I start seeing signs that it's more than just a house. There is a discreet plaque beside the door over a cleverly disguised intercom. I press the button and ask for Mark. I tell him that Ryan sent me and he buzzes me in. I'm met at the door by a gorgeous, male Adonis. The night is looking up already for me. 

I'm led to an elegant bedroom, told to relax and that someone would be with me shortly. I walk around the room examining everything when the door suddenly opens behind me. Two unbelievably hot men enter the room and I start to get a little nervous. 

One man grabs me and forces me up against the wall. The other man starts roughly pulling off my clothes. I'm too shocked to say anything and before I can gather my wits, they have me stripped and pushed down onto the bed. They secure my arms and legs, leaving me naked and spread eagle on the bed. 

By now I'm really starting to freak out and I open my mouth preparing to scream when the first man shoves his dick into my mouth. I can either choke or suck, so I start sucking his dick. As I'm sucking his dick, the other man moves down between my legs and starts kissing and licking my pussy. 

I know it's wrong, but I'm turned on by what these men are doing to me. It's exciting having no control and being forced to do what they want me to do. Pretty soon, my pussy is soaked and I'm craving more. 

I start moving my hips and silently beg the second man to give me more than oral sex while working the first mans cock with my teeth and tongue. As I feel the first man's ball draw up and start to tighten, the second man stabs two fingers into my pussy as he forcefully sucks my clit. I and the first man come together and I greedily swallow all his cum. 

The second man moves up my body and finally gives me what I've needed all day, some nice hard dick. I swear I can feel my pussy sigh as he slams his cock into my greedy cunt. I'm so wet that he just glides right in and fills me up completely. As he fucks my pussy, the first man moves behind me and sticks his dick in my ass. 

The feel of two cocks going in me at the same time is indescribable. I have never been screwed so completely in my life and I can hardly stand all the sensations I am experiencing. They develop a rhythm that has them hitting all my spots and I start coming all over their cocks. 

My pussy and asshole squeeze both of their cocks and they shoot their cum all inside my cunt and ass. When we're finished, both men silently get up and leave me tied to the bed. My body is sore and I'm sticky from their cum, but I'm finally satisfied. 

The Adonis from earlier enters the room and unties me from the bed. He leads me to a bathroom to clean up and escorts me downstairs after I finish. He hands me a card and tells me to call whenever I need some attention. 



Satisfaction



©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved. 

*

The Rolling Stones are on my mind as my husband thrusts inside me. It is the same old thing, missionary style, lying there as he moves in and out the same old way. 'I can't get no satisfaction' I sing inside my head as finally he cums and pulls out without so much as a kiss. Exhausted he lays beside me for a hot minute. Kissing me on the lips, he gets up to take a shower and goes to work, as I lay there frustrated as hell. I hadn't had a real orgasm in over two years.

Usually after he leaves I just masturbate with my fingers or my vibrator, but I am getting real tired of this. I had three weeks' vacation coming up and I vow to do something about this husbandly neglect.

I read articles while at work on how to spice up a marriage, I read Fifty Shades of Gray, I read stories from Literotica and other sites. I am no Anastasia Steele virgin; I am no submissive by any means. I am a strong black woman married to a man who used to love to please me, now after ten years of marriage we barely have sex. 

So, I go to a meeting of women who want to try being different in their marriage. Most of them are subs and want their man to take them, not me. I want my husband on his knees licking my pussy.

At one of these meetings, I meet a woman who is ten years my junior, I'm 38 on a good day and really 42. She is about 27-28. White, blonde, long legged; she is there because her fantasy is to have someone fuck her while her husband watches. She wants him to also fuck her husband and make her husband eat the other man's semen out of her pussy. The women's name is Cynthia.

She asks me if my husband was black. I tell her no. My husband is a 6'1 white man with black hair and blue eyes and an eight-inch cock. He looks like the actor Jeremy Renner and was asked by the actor to be his stunt double which he did in a movie. His usual profession is scientist and a researcher. He works for a drug company. He is searching for the cure for Alzheimer. He's got a PHD and is a very smart man. 

I work for a film producer, reading and fixing scripts. Most of the time I work from home, but the producer wants my help with a scene he is working on with a screenwriter who is brilliant, but sometimes does not complete what he has started, so he calls me in to work on the script.

I like what I do. I am also working on a screenplay that my boss says he will read when I am finished, but I digress. This is not about my lack of fulfilling work, but about my lazy ass husband who is taking me for granted.

I admit I am also at fault here too. I get very busy with my job and some late nights and early mornings that I am too exhausted to make things more exciting, but now that I am aware of it, I am going to take action.

I've been going on and on and I think I forgot to tell you my name, my name is Diana and my husband's name is Douglas. I stand 5'8" inches barefoot and over six feet in heels. I am curvy with a size 40 D bust and I have an ass that men have been known to bend down and kiss or at least they used to.

Most times, I am in jeans and a button down shirt, it has been a long time since I have dressed up except to go to a premiere or a party and most of the time I go alone since my husband is working late into the night. I work out three times a week and swim every day in our pool. My body could use some more of a work out and I plan to start today. We live in a beautiful home and use to have friends over, but lately we have been too tired and when we are off, we sleep late and maybe go to a movie. It's gotten to be a drag and I'm determined to change it.

We are both going on vacation for the two weeks. I actually have off three since my boss is going on location. I plan to spend that extra week getting prepared for what comes next.

So one day after the meeting, Cynthia asks me out for coffee and asks me if I would dominate her and her husband. She says she wants to eat my pussy and she has never done that before and also she would like my husband to fuck her husband who I learn is black. Cynthia tells me that her husband whose name is Scott would want to be forced. Cynthia reveals to me once several years ago, Scott did this with an old girlfriend and enjoyed himself, but she had never gotten the nerve to try this herself. She said that after Scott comes inside of her he always eats her out.

I tell Cynthia that I will think about it and I do very hard. At night when Doug comes home at midnight, he eats the dinner I have left for him and comes to bed. He climbs in and turns over to sleep. I am still awake and I turn over to him, reach around, and open his pajamas to play with his cock. He stops my hand, "Hon, I'm really beat. Maybe in the morning."

I withdraw my hand. No more morning sex for you buddy I think and the song plays in my head, "I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction, 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.' Over and over and I'm left frustrated again.

In the morning, I am up before him and out for a run. I leave coffee, breakfast and a very nice note saying that we have only three more days until vacation. 

As I run I think about my plan, will he freak out, will he try. I also think about Cynthia and that tight body of hers. I haven't done the girl on girl thing since high school, but I could do her. We could really have this black and white thing going hard, so I decide in for a penny, in for a pound and I'm going to give it a whirl.

I call Cynthia and tell her I'm in. I want a few days with my husband alone and then she and her husband can come over.

For the week, I am off without him I buy equipment. I purchase, crops, a flogger, two canes, a whip, leather handcuffs -- 6 sets; a leash, two collars, a spanking bench, two ball gags, 2 vibrating eggs, condoms, two strap ons, two cock cages, 2 butt plugs of various sizes, a length of chain and the piece de resistance that I find on line The Extreme Punishment Bench.

When the Bench arrives, I am beside myself with glee. As the ad says, "the extreme punishment bench is a multi-purpose bondage furniture piece designed to let you have plenty of fun with your submissive without having to obtain too many separate produces. With this bench, you may place your sub into a doggy position, lock them in and have them ready to receive any and all things that you have prepared. Place your sub over the waist bar to bend them over. They can place their forearms and knees on the comfortable leather padding. Secure them into the bench by locking their wrist and their ankles using the powder-coated steel cuffs. To ensure that they don't move use the nylon straps on the leather pads to keep them fully strapped. 

So imagine having your sub now fully locked in. Take out your favorite flogger or whip and go to work on their awaiting ass. Maybe you'll want to have a little doggy style intercourse with them, pull on their hair and ask them if they're enjoying it.

With this bench, however you can do much more. This bench also includes a steel neck collar to keep their head firmly in place, a fucking rod that you use manually to pound a nice dildo into your partner (you could also use the dildo and lock it inside of their ass)"

When I put this thing, together it is a work of art and I can imagine my husband over it. 

All of this stuff goes into the apartment we had built over our garage. No one lives there. The last tenant moved out six months ago and we have been too busy to even place an ad in the local newspaper. I have it cleaned and the walls painted a lovely shade of purple. In the bedroom, I have put one California King Sized bed and a double bed in the living room. The bench is in the living room. I stock up on food, drink, lots, and lots of alcohol and beer.

I shop for the clothes I will wear for my first night with him and for the night, my guests arrive. As I look at my handy work, I know I am ready. I take a class in how to use a whip, a crop, a cane and a flogger. I'm really good with the crop and the cane. The whip I practice with in what I have named, Diana's Home of Pleasure and Pain.

I have a plaque made with the name and hang it in the living room for all to see.

I invite Cynthia over. She comes dressed in a tight fitting halter dress and she looks good enough to eat. Cynthia is nervous and I put her at ease by offering her a beverage. She chooses a coke and I return with the coke and some cookies. I show her the house and a photo of my husband. "He looks yummy." She says and whips out one of her husband, He looks like the actor Henry Simmons. He's 6'4 with close-cropped hair and caramel colored skin, about two shades darker than I am. "Does he have a big dick?" I ask.

Cynthia blushes, "It's big about 10 inches when fully erect. I measured it once and fat around. I can barely put my hands around it. Your husband."

"He's long about 8 ½ and thin. You look really nice today." I say and she blushes again. She looks lovely when she blushes and I feel my panties getting moist.

"I want to show you where we will play." I take her hand and she shivers. I have a few surprises for her today. I need to come and I want her to have her first taste of chocolate pussy. 

Leading her outside, I take her upstairs to the apartment. She looks nervous, but I steer her inside where she sees the room. She sits down on the brand new easy to clean sofa. I excuse myself and when I return I am wearing a red pair of Crotchless panties and a bra that has snaps that open to reveal the breasts. I'm also carrying a flogger. 

Cynthia has gotten up and is looking at the punishment bench wondering what it is. "Cynthia" I say and she turns to look at me. "Bitch get on your knees now."

She blinks and I caress her face with the flogger. "Don't make me say it again. Get on your knees bitch and crawl over here."

Cynthia's blue eyes grow wide and she drops to the floor, head bowed. "I am your mistress and you belong to me now, not to your husband or anyone else but me. You will learn to obey my rules. Every day you will come here to me. When I call you will listen and obey, do I make myself clear?" I say more harshly than I intend and it makes her jump.

"yes." She stammers. "Yes what bitch?" I say moving closer to her. "Yes uhm, Mistress."

"I said crawl over her bitch." And she does. I grab her long blond hair and pull her head back. Bending down I kiss her on the lips hard and she opens her mouth to me. I capture her tongue and she goes to put her arms around me. I pull back. "You only get to touch me if I say so."

"Yes Mistress." She says and her eyes look down. "Get out that damn dress because we are going to try out this punishment bench. On her knees, Cynthia takes off her dress. She is not wearing a bra. I take her hand and she stands in her sandals and underwear. "Take off those shoes and those panties."

She does as I ask and I can see that she is completely bare. I put her on the bench on her knees and lock her in. Her forearm and knees are on the leather padding. I secure her by locking her wrist and ankles with the steel cuffs. I also use the straps to make sure she can't move. 

She's trembling as I run my hands over her ass. "You deserve a flogging for teasing me all these weeks, don't you my little pet. I'm going to turn you into my slave. Won't you like that Cynthia?" I say feeling her sopping wet pussy.

"No. I only want my husband." She says and I slap her ass, "Then why are you here? Why is your pussy so wet?" I shove two of my fingers inside of her and she squirms. "I, um wanted to see you."

I take my other hand and slap her butt. She yelps but moves back on my fingers. I take my fingers out of her and bring them to her face, "Lick your juice off my finger you lying bitch." She groans and sticks out her tongue. I put my fingers in her mouth and she sucks while staring at me. I take the flogger and bring it down on her ass and she gasps.

"The truth cunt." I say and grab her hair pulling her head up. "Yes, I hoped you would make me eat your cunt. I hoped you would shove my face in your black pussy. I've wanted to eat you ever since I met you." Tears are falling down her face.

"The only way you get to do that Cynthia is if you swear to be my slave. You will do what I tell you when I tell you." I say and she shakes her head. Going behind her, I spank her ass six times in succession with the flogger and she screams. 

Again, I shove my fingers inside of her and she's soaking wet. "You do like to lie to me, don't you?" Her ass is a very nice shade of pink. "I can do this all day. Tell me what you know you want and then I will take you in the bedroom where I will spank your ass and you will eat my pussy."

I slap her ass again and she groans, "Yes, I want to be your slave. I want to suck you and do whatever you tell me. I want you to call me names and whip me. I wanted my husband to do this, but he's a wimp but when I saw you I knew this was where I wanted to be."

She lets out a long sigh as if she has wanted to say this forever. I kiss her lips long and hard. "Would you like to see your husband tied up like this?"

"Oh yes, Mistress." Cynthia says licking her lips.

"We'll make it happen, but right now my pussy needs your mouth." I say and I unbuckle her. I take her into the bedroom, which has beautiful red sheets, and I open my legs. Cynthia +

practically dives into me. Her mouth is all over my pussy sucking, licking, driving me wild. She goes to put her fingers in me and I stop her. "Only your mouth bitch. I want only your mouth." I tug her hair pulling her to my pussy and Cynthia licks me. For a beginner she's very good and I talk to her and tell her how to lick me, where and how fast or slow I want her to go. I want this to last for a while.

She sucks me so good and finally after a very long time, I let go and cum hard in her mouth. I lock my legs around her back and she keeps eating me. "Now you may lick me slow. Yes, like that so my pussy can come down. Not bad for your first time." I tug on her hair and pull her up to me where I kiss her lips. 

Cynthia lays her head at my breast. "That was intense. Do you think our husband's will go along with all of this?"

I smirk, "They will have no choice." 

I lift up her chin, "You need to understand. It is about what we want. For you it is about what I want and you will be doing this for a long time. I own you Cynthia. I own all of you."

Cynthia looks up at me through her lashes. "Yes you do."

We dress and leave the apartment. Before we go, I pull her into my arms and kiss her leaving her breathless. She leans into me. 

I feel so good when I get home that I make my husband his favorite meal, baked salmon with a mustard sauce, asparagus and baby potatoes.

Douglas is surprised and delighted by my favorite dinner. He looks tired, but manages to eat all his food. I know there will be no sex tonight, but he does hold me in his arms as he falls asleep. As I fall asleep, I hear Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl" in my head and I liked it very much.

In the morning, Douglas doesn't even bother with sex. He's overslept and is rushing to get out of the house. 

I get up and make him a breakfast to go. He lightly pecks my cheek as he walks out the door. I go into action. I've made an appointment with an erotic hypnotist. 

I dress in a tight red pencil skirt with a black and white print blouse, my hair in a ponytail with some sexy black sandals -- I look hot and I feel hot. Shows what a little sex can get you. Heads turn in the lobby of the office building as I take the elevator up to the third floor. Dr. Audrey Anderson, hypnotherapist -- the sign reads and I open the door.

A perky blonde about 25 hands me a clip board and a form which I fill out and I write a check for seventy-five dollars which I hand to the blonde who smiles at me and asks me to sit down.

The doctor comes out. She is an attractive white woman with long brown hair and cute glasses hanging off her nose. She smiles at me and ushers me in her office. The office is very sleek and modern. There is a chaise lounge, a sofa and a chair.

Dr. Audrey says to me, "Please take a seat."

I decide to sit on the chair and crossed my legs. 

The doctor removed her glasses and smiles at me, "what my dear brings you here?

I uncross my legs and lean forward, "I'm here because I want to learn how to hypnotize my husband and a friend of mine."

"You want to hypnotize them to do what?" She asks as she stares into my eyes.

I lick my lips. "I want my husband to be my sex slave for the next two weeks and to try new things with me and a friend and her husband. I want to be able to hypnotize both men so that we may..." I chuckle, "Have our way with them. I want them both to enjoy it and." I hesitate for effect "each other. I want my husband's inhibition's to relax a little."

The doctor grins at me. "Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No, but I'd like to try which is the other reason I'm here." I say raising an eyebrow.

The doctor asks me if I would be more comfortable lying on the chaise. I get up and lie down. She pulls a chair up to the side of the chaise and asks me if I am comfortable.

"We'll start with getting you to relax. I want you to know how it feels to be hypnotized and then I will teach you in our next session how to hypnotize your husband." She says.

She gets me to relax every part of my body until I am feeling not only relaxed but also very horny. 

I remember her saying to me to close my eyes, which were already closed.

When I came to, I was feeling great. I could see a small smile play on the Doctor's face. I sat up, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards me and then I...licked her face.

I was so shocked and she laughed. "Now you know you were hypnotized."

I laughed as she got up and took a tissue to wipe her face. "Make an appointment for tomorrow evening and I will teach you what you need to know."

I stood up and she came very close to me. "Is our time up?" I asked.

Looking at her watch she said, "We have about 15 minutes."

I began unbuttoning her blouse as she stood watching me. Her breasts were a very nice size. I pulled down the top of her bra and took out her breast. Her rosy colored nipple was erect.

"When I return tomorrow, make me the last patient and you and I can have some fun." I said and twisted her nipple hard. Dr. Audrey gasped and took a deep breath.

"Yes." She sputtered.

"Yes Mistress." I told her.

Raising an eyebrow she said, "Yes Mistress."

I turned to go. "You better fix yourself before I walk out the door."

The doctor fixed her breast into her bra and buttoned her blouse as I walked out. I made an appointment for the next evening.

I went to bed before my husband came home, but not before I took out the new vibrator, I had purchased and had three orgasms. The song playing in my head that night was "Hold On I'm Coming." The lines lean on me when times are bad really resonated with me. I missed kissing, I missed good sex with my husband but I knew that my trusty vibrator would at least take the edge off.

I fell into a deep sleep and did not hear Douglas come in the house or to bed. I heard him briefly in the morning as he bent down to kiss my forehead and whisper. "Just a few more days and I'm all yours." He said.

He had no idea what I had planned for him. Cynthia phoned me and told me that everything was ready on her end. We decided that her and her husband would come over on Saturday. I would spend Friday alone with my husband.

Starting tomorrow, I would begin to hypnotize him. I would implant suggestions into his ear. I would get him ready for whatever I had planned and I have planned a great deal for him, for Cynthia and her husband. I would never be frustrated again.

Cynthia called me again. She wanted to know if she could play with her pussy. I told her no. I wanted her hot and wet for me. Her husband was preparing dinner and she was whispering into the phone at how much she enjoyed our time together, how much she wanted to eat my pussy. I laughed and told her she would get more on Saturday.




Satisfaction



My husband came home a little early. I made steak with rice and broccoli. I also made a chocolate pudding for dessert. He ate heartily. After dinner, we watched television for a little while, a rare treat. Some inane show. We were too busy necking like teenagers to pay attention. 

On the couch, I engulfed his prick with my mouth. "Oh baby...I'm. It's so good. Damn, you are eating my cock. Diana yes, oh yes."

I ate his prick like it was my favorite dessert and it was. For some reason I think that the doctor had something to do with this because I couldn't get enough. I sucked and licked. The more I sucked my husband's cock, the more I wanted to suck it. His pre cum tasted like my favorite ice cream cherry vanilla and I wanted more of it. I smiled, damn doc you are good. 

Douglas tried to stop me. He knew how I hated sperm, but not tonight. "Baby, please I'm close."

I lifted my head up for a second and stared into his eyes, "Then cum baby, I want all your juice."

I dove back down until my nose pressed against his pubic hair. I sucked and slurped. It was so damn tasty. The song Lollipop played in my head. Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolli,lolli, lollipop.

As I heard the song, I wanted his semen so badly. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I wanted him to come.

Douglas grabbed my head and shoved me down on his dick as he threw back his head and came. My husband came as he had never cum before. He howled as he came. "Dianaaaaa."

His cum spewed out of him into my mouth and down my throat so fast. I held the last bits in my mouth, slowly sucking them down my throat, savoring the taste.

I still wanted more, but Doug was spent. He was wiped out. His underpants down at his ankles. I slid up next to him and kissed his lips. He tasted himself and groaned. "Baby, what's gotten into you tonight? That was fuckin fantastic."

He held me and kissed the top of my head, "See what you have to look forward to when we are on vacation."

"Damn baby. Give me a minute and I'll take care of you." He said lying back on the sofa.

I kissed him again and then looked at him. "I'm fine. This was just for you." I got up. "I'm going to wash up and get ready for bed. I know you have a busy day clearing up everything so come and we'll go to sleep."

He looked at me, a quizzical expression on his face. I walked out the room and into the bathroom leaving him looking after me and watching my beautiful black ass sashaying out the room.

I was in bed and falling asleep when Doug finally joined me. He kissed me and held me in his arms. His hand rose up to touch my breasts. I turned to him, "Baby, I'm bushed. We will have time to get reacquainted." 

He kissed me again and held me. For the first time in a very long time, I fell asleep in his arms and felt safe.

When I awoke in the morning, there was a white rose on his pillow and a note:

Diana:

I love you with all my heart. 

Doug

When I went into the kitchen, he had made breakfast for me pancakes, bacon with fresh squeezed orange juice and a fruit salad.

I worked on my script for most of the day and made phone calls. I checked on everything in the apartment to make sure it was ready, then it was time for my appointment with the Doctor. I dressed in a very short red dress with a pair of six-inch heels. As I get into my silver Mercedes convertible, I think about last night. I'm going to ask that doctor what she hypnotized me to do. As I got drove to her office I find myself getting hotter and hotter. My panties are sopping wet as I pull into the underground garage of the office building.

As I get on the elevator, it takes all my willpower not to thrust my hand into my pants and play with my pussy. A man gets on the elevator and all I can think about is how big is his dick. I want to pull it out of his pants and stuff it in my mouth, but I manage to hold on. The elevator feels as if it's taking forever to get to her floor. When I step out all I want is to have something in my pussy. I am in heat!

I fidget as I wait for the doctor to come out. The receptionist smiles at me. I want to rip her clothes off. She looks incredibly hot.

The doctor comes out fifteen minutes later. She has a sly smile on her face. "Mary, you may leave. I'll lock up."

Mary grins and looks surreptitiously at me as she collects her bag. The doctor takes me into the office. I am on her as soon as the door is closed. She is also wearing a dress and I turn her around and unzip her. I slide it off to find her completely naked underneath.

"Bitch," I growl, "I don't know what the hell you did to me yesterday, but you are going to pay for it." I say and begin to spank her ass as she leans over the desk.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. I see my handprints on her ass and her ass turning red. She is leaning over the desk, "yes, I've been so bad. Spank my ass."

I see a ruler, pick it up, and begin hitting her with it. I am hotter by the minute and my pussy is begging for release. I grab the doctor by her hair and push her to her knees. "Stay there bitch." I say as I hike up my dress and slide off my underwear. I'm in too much heat to get undressed.

I lie on the chaise. "Get your white doctor ass over here and eat this pussy." I say and she crawls to me. 

Grabbing her head, I stuff her inside of me. Her tongue barely touches my pussy and I explode. I come repeatedly and I still want more. Picking up the ruler, I hit her ass as she eats me yet again into another orgasm.

I am finally satiated.

Audrey kisses my lips and lies with me on the chaise. "So did you and your husband have fun last night?"

I pull her hair, "You know I did. I didn't ask for that."

She grins at me, "I wanted you to know what you could do. This isn't something you wouldn't do normally."

She got up and got dressed looking all-professional again. We spent the next two hours together and I learned how to begin to hypnotize my husband. She invited me to her house for another session the next day and a bit of fun. She also gave me some drugs which would make things much easier and make my husband and my guests more agreeable to what I had in mind for them. 

Douglas worked until the early morning hours. I saw him sound asleep when I went to the bathroom at 4 a.m. He looked peaceful. As he lay sound asleep, I whispered in his ears, preparing him for what would happen in the next two days.

I worked on my script and made some phone calls before I left at four for the doctor's house.

I went to Dr. Audrey's house where she met me at the door wearing a very sexy negligee. She handed me a glass of champagne. Her home was tastefully done in beige, russet and black. 

"I'd like to join your little weekend of pain and pleasure. If you wouldn't mind? " She asked.

I thought about it for a split second then said, "No, I don't mind but not on Friday night -- that's just for Douglas and me. Saturday you could be the surprise guest." Walking up to her, I grabbed her face in my hands.

"But you have to obey me completely." I say and the doctor lowers her eyes. 

"Yes I will obey you." She said. I didn't release her. 

"Yes what bitch?" I said squeezing her face tighter.

"Yes Mistress Diana." She said looking up at me and licking her lips.

I grabbed her close to me and kissed her hard on the lips.

Taking my hand in hers, we walked into her bedroom. My eyes lit up when I saw that she had laid out a paddle, wrist and ankle restraints and a collar...It was going to be a very fun afternoon indeed...



Satisfaction



I forget what the exact prompt was for this, but it was inspired by a prompt over on LiveJournal. Edited by Blackwing (thanks again).

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Standing just outside the doorway to her father's bedroom, Alexis Castle gulped as she listened to her father's heavy breathing, the sound of skin on skin echoing, the hits increasing in volume.*

'Kate!' Rick gasped and grunted. The redhead knew that she'd just listened to her father masturbating, something she'd inadvertently done a number of times in the last few weeks. Since she'd chased the stewardess away, Alexis had known her father had been faced with nothing more than his hand to relieve the pent up frustrations she knew Kate Beckett built up in him.

'Shit,' Rick groaned, his footsteps heading into his bathroom.

Peering into the bedroom, Alexis caught sight of his bare ass before he vanished through the door. Seeing the towel on the floor, the newly 18 year old tip toed into the room and grabbed the cum stained fabric from the small bundle of towels on the laundry hamper before scurrying out the room and shutting herself away in her own room.*

Panting, Alexis dropped the towel on her bed and groaned, her dad's cum a contrast on the green towel. Wiping her finger through the cum, Alexis glanced at the door, her finger hovering near her mouth, her nose breathing in the smell of cum.

'Fuck it,' Alexis grunted, sucking on the cum-covered digit. Groaning hotly, she gulped down the small mouthful, her pussy heating up into her belly. Ripping her jeans open, Alexis plunged her fingers between her folds as she scooped up the rest of her dad's cum from the towel. The redhead had dropped to her quivering knees beside her bed, her fingers muffling the harsh groan as she fingered herself to a bones shaking orgasm.

*A few hours later*

Flopping onto the sofa, Alexis started demolishing the large sandwich she'd just made herself, her impromptu masturbation session leaving her worn out and sore in all the right places from pummeling herself with her toys.

'Pumpkin,' Rick appeared in the doorway to his bedroom, his wet hair flopping over his head. Alexis choked on the mouthful she'd just taken as she took in the damp spots on the worn T-shirt he wore, 'What have you been doing to get so ravenous?'

'Missed Lunch,' The redhead spoke around the food, her eyes turning to the TV on the wall, 'busy studying.'

'You should be more careful,' Rick stepped behind the couch and grabbed a corner, his hand twitching as his position gave him a view down Alexis' top at her creamy breasts, 'You should try and remember to eat.'

'Like you do?' Alexis gulped, Rick's hand on her shoulder spreading heat across her body.

'Touche,' Rick turned away and hoping he could walk away without his daughter seeing his erection in his sweatpants, 'Speaking of which, I should go and try to write some more.' Rick was relieved when Alexis smiled at him and turned to grab a magazine off the table. Taking his chance, he quickly made his way into his office, closing the door behind him and groaning softly.

His self imposed celibacy was sending him mad, his erection from his daughter tenting his sweatpants. Crossing the office, Rick slumped into his chair and pulled open his laptop, a sudden inspiration hitting him.

A few minutes later, Rick froze, his eyes shooting wide as he read what he'd just mindlessly written. His cock twitched as he read about Rook hooking up with a young woman, his description of her identical to Alexis. The father grunted as his eyes took in the words before him, the hot blowjob scene he'd written complete with Rook calling he woman 'Pumpkin'. Grunting, Rick slammed the laptop shut and jumped.

'Daddy,' Alexis stood in the doorway, her eyes locked on the open gap under Rick's desk, the older man suddenly registering that he had started slowly stroking himself as he'd read the scene.

'I'm sorry Pumpkin,' Rick winced, sliding his chair out of view.

'Was that Kate?' Alexis quietly spoke, Rick keeping his eyes on her face and not her nipples straining at her top, 'That caused that?'

'Alexis...' Rick grimaced when he watched her eyes widen, her red lips forming a perfect 'O'. Sliding his hand out his pants, Rick's face fell.

'You did,' Alexis gasped, 'I thought you could see down my top when you took my sandwich. I made you hard?'

'Pumpkin...' Rick stuttered. He froze when Alexis pushed off the doorframe and slowly padded across the room. Rick could only sit and watch his daughter round the desk, his body turning his chair towards her.

'Oh...' Alexis breathed, her piercing eyes dropping to the tent in Rick's pants, 'My boobs did that?'

Rick gulped, his hand reaching out to open the lid of his laptop. He let out a strangled choke when Alexis leaned over to read the words on the screen, not realize she was giving her father another look down her top. Rick's hand gripped the desk, Alexis' little gasps revving him up further as she read the scene he'd written.

Alexis could feel the tension rolling off her father, her eyes drinking in the scene he'd written. Finishing the scene, Alexis stepped back, her conflicted eyes locking on her fathers and seeing the same emotions flowing through them.*

'I'm sorry Alexis,' She could hear the tightness in her father's voice, 'I shouldn't have looked. It was wrong.'

'Daddy...' Alexis spoke quietly, her father starting to ramble.

'No sweetie,' Rick grimaced, 'I'm your father, I shouldn't be looking at you like that or imagining characters based on us doing things like that.'

'Dad,' Alexis spoke louder.

'Maybe I've got some sort of PTSD from her shooting,' Rick sighed, 'I should...'

'Daddy!' Alexis barked, 'Shut up!'

Rick's mouth snapped closed, his eyes jolting to his daughter's face.

Taking a deep breath, Alexis gripped the bottom of her top and whipped it off, Rick's shriek of her name when he realized she was braless.

'ALEXIS HARPER CASTLE!' Rick nigh on punched his face, his hands slapping over his eyes to avoid his daughter's sudden nudity, 'Put your clothes on now!'

'No dad,' Alexis peeled her shorts and panties down and kicking them off to stand naked before her father. She reached over and peeled his fingers from his face.

Rick instantly turned and faced the doorway, 'Please put your clothes on Alexis, this isn't right.'

'I have a better idea,' Rick jumped, his head snapping to Alexis in horror when he felt her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants, 'Holy fuck!' Alexis breathed, her fingers pulling Rick's pants down, his cock springing free, 'Kate is a fucking idiot for not wanting this!'

'You need to stop now Alexis,' Rick pleaded weakly.

'You're too big for me to fuck Daddy,' Alexis rolled her eyes, letting out a breathy chuckled when she trailed her finger along the hard length, 'But you can't deny your self imposed ban on fucking isn't causing you no end of trouble?'

'Fuck!' Rick jolted when Alexis pulled on his pants, a beaming grin splitting her face when he lifted his butt to help her expose him.

'You're tense as hell dad!' Alexis ran her hands along his thighs, the twitch of his cock keeping the smirk on her face, 'I can help with that. Let me help you daddy.'

Rick groaned, his daughter's warm hand curling around his cock, 'This is so fucking messed up.'

'Deal with it dad!' Alexis rolled her eyes, leaning down towards his cock, her hot breath pulsing against his tip, 'You're getting a blowjob. Now shut up and let me work!'

'Fuck!' Rick blurted, Alexis pressing her lips to his head, 'Do it pumpkin!'

Sighing, Rick watched Alexis' red lips engulf his head, her tongue swirling over his skin. Gripping the arm of the chair, Rick grunted, Alexis' eyes locking onto his as she taunted him by bobbing slowly, taking her sweet time to slurp on the hard cock.*

'God!' Rick felt his hips jerk when Alexis' hand joined her lips in sliding over his cock, 'You're.... Oh sweet mother of God!'*

Alexis chuckled around him, her nails scraping over his balls as she pumped with her other hand. She knew her father was close to cumming and she pulled her mouth off the cock before her, 'You're close aren't you daddy?'

'So fucking close!' Rick panted, 'Where...?'

'Mouth daddy,' Alexis pumped her father's cock hard, 'Cum in my mouth!'

Rick grunted when Alexis engulfed him again, his hand reaching out to thread his fingers in her hair, pushing her down onto him.

'That's it pumpkin,' Rick thrust up to meet her movements, 'Make daddy fucking cum!'

Rick felt the familiar stirring in his balls, 'Gonna cum pumpkin!'

Groaning, Alexis pulled her mouth off her father, holding it open just over his head. The redhead watched her father's jaw tense, his cock twitching in her hand before she felt him start spurting into her open mouth.

'Fucking take my cum Alexis!' Rick growled, the sight of his cum erupting into her mouth, and her furious pumping of his cock heightening his orgasm.

Milking her father until she knew he was dry, Alexis gulped down the mouthful of cum she'd received and dropped her lips down onto the spent cock, Rick groaning loudly as she cleaned him.

'Mmm,' Alexis grinned, lapping her tongue along his length, 'Tasty!'

'Holy mother of fuck!' Rick thumped his head back against his chair, 'Where the fuck did you learn how to fucking.... Shit!'

Alexis giggled and placed her palms on her dad's thighs, lifting herself to her feet, 'How do you feel? Better?'

'I can't believe I just let you do that!' Rick's eyes drank in Alexis' nude body, 'When did you get so beautiful?'

'When you weren't looking,' Alexis grinned.

'Is that a tattoo?' Rick reached out and brushed his thumb over Alexis' ribs.

'Woke up after the night out with the girls,' Alexis twisted to show her father the small pumpkin by her breast, 'I had this, Paige had something worse!'

'What did she have?' Rick's thumb stroked over Alexis' stomach, the redhead shivering.

'It's kinda crude,' Alexis winced.

'Says the young woman standing naked with her father,' Rick chuckled, 'His cum on her chin?' Alexis wiped at her face, her eyes smirking.

'Insert cock here,' Alexis giggled, a finger stroking near to her shaved folds, 'With an arrow pointing to her pussy. It took the entire family to stop her father going and castrating the tattooist,' Alexis grimaced and laughed, 'Which would be a feat as it was a woman that put it there.'

'Are you okay Alexis?' Rick's mirth was replaced with concern when she shivered.

'I'm fine,' Blue eyes smiled, 'Honestly? Had a little bit of an urge to do that for a while now. Never had the courage to jump.'

'I didn't hurt you?' Rick's hand slipped down to her hip, his thumb stroking over her skin and eliciting another shiver.

'Nothing a few minutes with my vibrator can't fix,' Alexis leaned over and kissed her father's cheek. Pulling back, she frowned when she felt her dad's hand on her grip tighter.

'I hope this isn't a show of what it was like for you and Max pumpkin!' Rick scowled, 'tell me he wasn't the sort of douchebag that made you do all the work for nothing in return?'

'Oh I got paid in full!' Alexis laughed, 'he knows his way around a pussy,' Alexis' smile faltered, 'Which was half the reason we split, he enjoyed licking a little too much and with too many girls.'

'Fucking asshole,' Rick turned and wiped a space on his desk, 'Up you get.'

'Dad?' Alexis looked shocked.

'I can smell you,' Rick found himself chuckling at the insanity of that statement, 'I'. Not letting you go until I've repaid you pumpkin. Now get up here,' Rick pulled his top off and laid it on the wood.

'I'm a screamer daddy,' Alexis blushed.

'So is your mother,' Rick shrugged, 'Just don't do what she did and blow out an eardrum, I'm not sure how I could explain that to the ER technicians.'

'I'll try and remember,' Alexis hopped up onto the desk, giggling when Rick shifted her into a better position and rolling his chair towards her. She gasped softly when Rick's fingers stroked over her collarbone, the mood shifting as he ran the pads of his fingers down over her pert breasts, his thumb flicking her nipple.

'Daddy,' Alexis gasped, her eyes pleading. She let out a strangled moan when Rick dropped his head to her chest, his tongue plucking the same nipple before capturing it between his lips, 'Oh fuck!'*

'Hmm,' Rick hummed, his hand cupping her other breast, Alexis panting at the sensations his tongue and fingers were pulling from her breasts.

'Please daddy!' Alexis begged, her hand pushing on his head gently.

'Patience Alexis,' Rick grinned, tweaking her nipple and reveling in the lust filled groan it resulted in, 'I'm going to ensure you have a reason to scream.'

'Fuck!' Alexis groaned, Rick nibbling at her breast. Sliding her hand between her legs, she whined when Rick pulled it away.

'No,' Rick smirked, 'You're not getting off that easily. Lay back.' He felt his cock twitch, blood rushing back south as he sat and took in the sight of his naked daughter draped over his desk, her pussy glistening invitingly.

Kissing the inside of her knee, Rick started to trail his lips down her thigh, the squeaks and gasps telling him that she was definitely enjoying his attention. Kissing near to her soaked folds, Rick breathed in her arousal and turned away, laughing at the barked curse and starting to mirror his actions on her other leg.

'Please!' Alexis begged. Her eyes pleaded with her father when he stood, leaning over her to resume sucking on her breasts. The motion unintentionally causing him to brush his hard cock against her core, 'MOTHER OF FUCK!'

'Fuck!" Alexis groaned, 'I don't fucking care if you rip me apart... Just fuck me daddy!'

Rick gulped, his mouth hovering over her breast. The feel of her heat pressed against his cock almost had him beating his recovery time by minutes, her hips pushing upon to him.

'Not is time Pumpkin,' Rick groaned, wiping her hair from her face, 'But... Fuck... Maybe later.'

'Promise?' Alexis pleaded.

'I promise Alexis,' Rick found himself vowing to fuck his daughter, and not caring about the consequences, 'Tonight is just for our mouths.'

'Then what are you waiting for?' Alexis scowled, 'Get your mouth on my fucking pussy!'

'Seeing as you asked so nicely,' Rick dropped his mouth between her breasts and starting to lick and suck his way down to her folds. Alexis squirmed when Rick's tongue swirled around her navel, her fist gripping his hair and thrusting downwards.

'FUCKING SHIT!' Alexis screeched when Rick's hot breath eventually burst against her lips, a teasing grin on his face. Her cry became wordless at the intrusion of a finger between her sodden folds.

'So fucking tight!' Rick hissed, 'So fucking wet!'

'Fuck me!' Alexis' breasts heaved, 'Oh God daddy... Fuck me with your big fingers!'

Rick watched Alexis writhe on his desk as he pushed his middle finger into her, her moans making him re-consider his vow stopping him from taking her there and then.

Reaching out with his other hand, Rick pried Alexis open and added a second finger to his assault on her core. Leaning down, he grinned at the look of complete lust and abandon in his daughter's blue eyes, and blew against her sensitive skin.

'Stop fucking teasing me and just fucking eat me already!' Alexis growled dangerously, her hand cupping a breast. She held her breath as she watched her father press his mouth against her, her lungs bursting into a low keening noise.

Feeling Alexis twitch against his fingers, Rick licked his way over her folds. his fingers continued to pump into her, Rick twisting his hand occasionally to keep his daughter on edge.

Shifting, Rick moved his hand to open his daughter further, teasing her with the tip of a third finger. The squeal of pleasure he received when his tongue skirted close to her clit had his cock jumping.

'Please!' Alexis started to softly chant.

'As you wish,' Rick rumbled, his tongue pressing against her nub being rewarded withe sexiest noise he'd ever heard pass her lips.*

'Fuck!' Alexis shrieked, 'Fucking do it!'

Pumping his fingers into her core, Rick rubbed his tongue over Alexis' clit, his free hand moving to splay his fingers over her chest in an attempt to keep the moving redhead still. Feeling his third finger slide into her, Rick changed tactics and pulled her clit between his lips, sucking the nub of nerves hungrily.

True to her word, Alexis' cries of pleasure became screams, her words lost behind her arousal. It wasn't long before Rick felt Alexis suddenly still, his eyes staring up at her red face, her eyes locking on his before they rolled into her head and she let out a piercing scream.

Rick's groan at how hard his daughter squeezed his fingers was lost under the noise, his mouth becoming flooded with the rush of her orgasm. Retreating a finger, Rick continued to fuck Alexis as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure.*He wasn't sure how long it took before his daughter stopped, but she eventually gave a croaked cry and collapsed against the desk.

Licking his lips, Rick sat back in his chair, grinning at the groan his departing fingers pulled out his exhausted daughter, 'Told ya.'

'Hmm!' Alexis waved a hand in reply, her breasts bouncing with each gasped pant the redhead gave.

'Fingers?' Alexis eventually lifted her head, 'Did you lick them?'

Rick held up his gooey digits, 'Not yet, why?' Watching Alexis sit up, Rick groaned at the well fucked look he'd put on her face. The father grinned when the daughter gripped his wrist, bringing the coated fingers to her mouth and sucking her juices off him with vigor.

'That... Was... Amazing!' Alexis grinned, her breaths still coming in pants, 'Better than I'd imagined.'

'You need to go and shower missy,' Rick stroked his hands over her knees, 'Get cleaned up before Mother gets home. I don't think she'd be impressed if she caught us like this.'

'Thank you Daddy,' Alexis dropped to shaky legs and gave her father a sloppy kiss on the cheek, 'Let me know the next time you need a hand... Or a mouth.'

'Cheeky,' Rick slapped her bare ass, Alexis scrambling away laughing. He watched her pick up her clothes and peer out the half open office door, his eyes dropping to her shapely butt.

'She's not due back for a couple of hours,' Alexis sent her father a heated grin, 'Wanna help me scrub my back?'

'Get out of here before I take you up on that!' Alexis giggled and disappeared out the room, her scurried footsteps echoing through the loft.

'Ugh,' Rick wiped a hand over his face, 'Dirty old man.' stroking his fingers through the soaked patch on the top he'd laid down, Rick hissed. Getting to his feet, he rounded his desk, checking that the loft was empty and quickly made his way across the open space towards the staircase.

Within moments of his ascent of the stairs, Alexis' surprised shriek was replaced by a lusty groan.



Satisfaction



Hi everyone! It's been a while since I uploaded a new story, and I'm hoping everyone enjoys this one. I do love a bit of feedback, so don't be shy! Enjoy :) 

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Four o'clock, I'm sure you said four o'clock, I think to myself, worrying now as I pull in to the car park. I always panic that I'm late. The clock on my dash says I have eight minutes to spare. Plenty of time. I have a quick look in the mirror, brush my hair, check my teeth. Ready. I check the text again, room 210. I nod to myself and get out of the car. 

I only have a small bag with me - one outfit for this evening and the rest of the bag filled with minimal toiletries and the highest number of sex toys I could fit in. You had assured me that my clothing needs would be minimal for the next two days and gave me very precise instructions on what to bring and what not to bring. I run through it in my head: dress, revealing yet feminine; hold ups, lace topped; under bust corset and black push up bra. Really not a very long list at all. No underwear, no nightwear, nothing for the following day. I could only assume the clothes I travelled here in wouldn't be worn for long to ensure they could be worn again tomorrow. The thought made my pussy clench, my juices already coating my bare lips as I reached my hand up to knock on the door of room 210.

My eye caught my watch as I did, right on time. I heard some movement on the other side of the door. Then your voice, clear and almost mocking in tone, "who is it?"

That threw me. How should I answer? I look around me. Then back at the door. There's a peephole right there, he knows it's me. I check around me again, definitely no one around. 

"It's me, Sir," I try to say clearly but it comes out as a frantic whisper. 

"You'll have to speak up, I can't hear you," this time I can tell you're definitely mocking me. I can practically hear the smile in your voice. 

"It's your little sub Sir," I say, louder this time, surely you heard me. 

"Sorry, still can't hear you, who?" you tease. 

"Your little sub Sir," I almost shout the last word as I see the door handle turning. I hear another handle behind me. I must have been loud enough to have made someone else open their door. Hurry, I think, please hurry. You pull the door open slowly, and stand on the threshold. 

"Ah, it is you. I wasn't sure with all that mumbling you were doing. What's wrong? Why do you keep looking behind you? Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir." I glance up at your face, noting your soft expression. You're not really mad, you're playing with me. I soon understand why when I hear a door behind me slam shut, then the scratch of a key in a lock. I whip my head round and notice a man around my age locking his room door. 

"Look at me I said little sub," you remind me. Not bothering to keep your voice down at all. 

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I turn back to you whispering, trying to disguise our conversation as a casual one. 

"Speak up slut, you know I don't like it when you mumble," you're enjoying yourself thoroughly now. The other man is getting closer to us, only one door away. There's no way he won't hear me. 

"Of course Sir. I won't mumble again Sir," I keep my voice at an audible level, only hesitating and then stumbling over the last few words. The guy passes, hearing everything. 

"Well done slut, I knew you hadn't forgotten how to speak to me. Now...do you want to come in?"

He's turned around now, intrigued by the situation. His attention caught by the tone of your voice. I'm blushing furiously and trying to hide behind my hair. 

"Yes please Sir," I speak without looking at you. You reach out and grab me by the chin. 

"Why?"

"I...I...I want you to use me Sir, I need you Sir," my voice is steady now, the passing man barely even on my radar until I hear a yell and a woman shouting to watch where he's going. 

Both you and I watch as he tries to apologise to the woman he's just walked into while watching our exchange. You use his distraction from us to grab me by the hair and pull me into the room. The door falls shut behind us as your lips crash into mine and my body hits the door all within seconds. It's dizzying and mind blowing how you take over my mind, how you focus me so completely. My legs part involuntarily, my bag drops to the side and I bring my arms up around you, pulling you into me, wanting to feel you against me. 

You allow me the freedom for a few minutes, enjoying the kiss, my hands in your hair, so gentle, the paradox to your hand that is tugging on the fistful of my hair it is currently grabbing hold of, making me gasp into your mouth every so often. Then you let go of my hair, that causing it's own kind of pain. You pull back from me, leaving me standing against the door, legs spread apart and my hands down by my sides. 

You look me up and down, assessing me. I have another mental run through of your instructions for my travelling outfit: a mid thigh black skirt; hold ups, tops slightly visible; a buttoned blouse, buttoned to just below my bra, cleavage on display; hair loose; flat shoes; no knickers. That last one was most important. That last one was the reason I'd sat a towel down in the drivers seat for the journey. I'd found my hand wandering between my legs while sat in heavy traffic for five minutes. My lips bare, sticky and slick with my juices. 

I'd been turned on before I even started getting dressed, feeling my thighs getting wet as I rolled my hold ups up my legs, pulling my skirt on, buttoning my blouse, checking the buttons in the mirror to ensure I hadn't done too many of them. The frequent flash of cleavage I got as I blow dried my hair convinced me I'd buttoned up exactly how you wanted me. Thinking about driving dressed like this made my pussy tighten in excitement. The looks I'd be getting...It was thrilling and embarrassing at the same time. 

Your hand reaches out, touching each piece of my clothing, I can see the mental checklist in your head as your fingertips trace my collarbone and run down my cleavage, over my stomach to the hem of my skirt, skimming the inch of visible hold up. You don't put your hand up my skirt as I expected you to, but instead you take my hands, one at a time, placing them at the bottom of the skirt.

"Show me your cunt, little sub," you demand, your eyes dark with lust. 

I let my head fall back, my eyes closed as I obey you, my body responding to you how it always does. You stare at my uncovered pussy, the intensity making me squirm. 

"Good girl," you direct your compliment towards my crotch, but I remember to thank you. Then you turn away. As you do I start to lower the hem. You turn back around and your hand is around my throat, your face close to mine. 

"Did I tell you to drop your skirt?"

"No Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I stammer and pull it back up to where I'd been holding it. You let go as quickly as you grabbed hold, leaving me panting. I watch you as you move to the middle of the room. This is the first I've looked around. 

You've laid out all your toys on a low table beneath the window, you've grabbed my bag and begin to add mine to the array. Looking at the collection makes me smile at my memories of every implement and toy. The flogger I won in a little wager we had. The cane that marked me for four weeks the first time you used it to punish me. The paddle you loved using to make me squirm, spanking me with it so hard I bled a little that one time. The nipple clamps you so enjoyed putting on me, taking them off and reapplying immediately if I don't hold your gaze as you release their bite on my flesh. I roll my hips reflexively, wanting to press myself against something solid as I recall these memories. 

You're watching me I realise, stopping and blushing. I look down for a moment and when I look back up you've gone. The door to the bathroom is shut I notice. I still don't drop the hem of my skirt. I don't move except my head, taking in the rest of the room. The bed looks inviting, soft and covered in an inordinate number of pillows. I briefly wonder which one you'll give me to kneel on. My eyes keep moving. A wardrobe, standard bedside cabinets. No headboard I notice. I look up, only then noticing the supporting beam running across the ceiling. It had hooks all along it. I search the room again, finally spotting the wound up string of flowers that must thread through the hooks. I got a little lightheaded at the thought of those hooks. 

You exit the bathroom, not even looking at me. I love it and I hate it when you ignore me like this. When you go about, doing what you need to do while I kneel or stand or whatever else you've told me to do. You sometimes glance at me, but mostly you don't. I continue standing there, shifting slightly as I begin to get uncomfortable. You are removing the pillows from the bed. You take one into the corner of the room, a big soft looking one and place it down. You then move the chair from the desk over into the middle of the room facing away from the corner with the pillow. Placing your ropes next to the chair you survey the room as if checking everything is to your liking. 

I'm nervous. I have no idea what to expect. As always you've kept me in the dark and the anticipation has been mounting over the last few weeks. I know how you plan and plan until you know exactly what you want to do to me. How you want me to react. I know you love my reactions and that often you'll play on them, deviating from your plan. That makes it all the more exciting, knowing the next 24 hours could go anywhere at all. 

I don't realise how big a grin must be on my face until I look back to you and you're standing watching me. Your eyes are dark but you're smiling. I smile back at you. 

"By the look on your face can I safely assume we are on green?" You ask, knowing fine well my answer. 

"Of course Sir. The greenest of green even Sir," I respond cheekily. You see the humour thankfully and just shake your head gently at me, concealing a laugh I think. We play hard at times but I do love it when we get playful. Some people don't understand the difference, but it's what makes what we do so good I always think. I recall the time we sat on my couch after a session with you trying to tickle me, gently running your fingers over my upper lip, tickling me but my gut instinct making me try to lick your finger every time instead. There have been other times when we've been sitting having a conversation, outside of play, during a break, when you'll just suddenly grab me. The heat that shoots through my body, zeroing in on my pussy in those seconds has my head fuzzy almost instantly. You know precisely how to make me lose my train of thought. As I said, I really do love it when we play. 

You've walked across the room to me now, standing just an inch away from me. Not touching, but I can feel your heat. 

"Green is the only colour today. Understand?" You both tell me and ask me. 

I nod, not even thinking about it. We've played without a safe word before. I know you'll look after me. "Of course Sir. Green all the way," I smile at you. 

"I wonder if you'll still be smiling the same by the time I'm finished with you?"

I falter now. I can't help but wonder what you have planned. 

"That's better. I like it when you're anticipating what might possibly come next. I don't want you thinking about anything. Just give everything to me," you close the gap between us and press me back hard against the door, "give me everything little sub." 

"Yes..." My response is cut off by your kiss. Hard and searching. Your lips soft but forceful, a contradiction. 

Your fingers wrap around my wrists and pull my arms up above my head, my skirt stays up, pinned between our bodies. I hope I'm not making a mess of your trousers as your clothed crotch presses into my exposed pussy. It's a pointless thought as I feel myself contract and wetness seep out. 

"You're thinking, stop." 

"Sorry Sir, sorry, I'll try not to," I respond, just desperately wanting you to kiss me again. I could do this part for hours. You get me so worked up, making me want more. I wonder how it would have felt that day we met for lunch if you had pulled me down an alley and shoved me in a doorway just to get your hands on my body. You'd walked up the street with your hand on my back, telling me how much you wanted to touch me and fuck me right there. People passing all around us as you said these things to me, unaware. Would they have noticed if you'd done exactly that? 

You bite my lip then, and I squeal into your mouth.

"I said stop thinking," you tell me. This time it's definitely not a warning. 

"I'm sorry Sir. I can't help it, I, I just got lost a bit there," I try to explain. 

You're studying my face, then you ask me, "what were you thinking about?" 

Exactly the question I didn't want to answer. I didn't want you to know how I remembered such little things about our meetings. Your hand lets go of one of my wrists, I keep it there, as you slide your hand between my legs. Your fingers start stroking my lips lightly, making me squirm. It almost tickles, your touch is so light. 

"Tell me little sub, I told you I want everything. What were you thinking about that made you tense up so much? What were you thinking about that made you grind yourself against me?"

I blushed, I hadn't done that had I? Then I felt your trousers against my thigh as you leaned to the side to give yourself more space inbetween my legs. There was a definite wet patch. 

I cast my eyes downwards, hoping to distract you into other things. Your fingers still stroking me, not nearly enough to give me the release I needed, not even close, it was becoming maddening. Torturous. Skirting around my clit, circling and circling. Spreading my lips, exposing me to the air of the room. Running your finger up and down my slit, stopping right before you hit my clit. 

"Tell me," you coax. "If you want more, tell me."

I give in to you. I tell you. I tell you I was thinking how I teased you, trying to lick you when you wanted to tickle me. Telling you how it feels so good when you grab me suddenly and harshly when we're sitting talking, how you put me in my place below you so quickly with just a few words or a look or an order. I remind you of the time we woke up together and you asked me if I wanted to go back to sleep, how I wondered now if you'd have let me, but your hand rough in my hair the moment I said no, shoving me under the covers to your cock, I told you how good that felt to be controlled like that. Telling you I was wondering how it would have felt if you'd ushered me down an alleyway and pinned me forcefully in a doorway and took whatever you wanted from me. Telling you I was remembering it all. Remembering the little things. The things other people forget. 

I look up at you finally when I finish. Your fingers are still moving, by now entering my pussy and pulling out, exploring me entirely. 

"Fuck." It's all you say. My words have affected you. I don't usually speak like this in person, usually only in text. I see what my words do to you. I wonder if they're heightened by me physically being there. 

"Down. Knees. Now."

Your voice is husky and demanding but gentle at the same time. I comply immediately, not even having to think twice. I kneel and sit back on my feet, my back against the door still. Your finger that was just in my pussy is in my mouth now as you use your other hand to unbuckle and unzip and pull down, it's all a flurry of movement beyond your hand, I hear it more than I see it as I concentrate on your fingers. Finally you're free. There's precum dripping from the tip of your cock and I move towards it, your finger still in my mouth as I stretch my tongue out to taste you. I groan and look up at you pleading with my eyes. 

You remove your finger then and I take that as my invitation. I lick you, hungrily, tasting more of your precum, it's not sweet, but it's not unpleasant. It's an indescribable taste that I actually like and happily take in my mouth. I briefly wonder if I'd recognise you by taste alone by now. But then my mind is overtaken by my urge to pleasure you. My tongue runs down the shaft, tracing patterns and swirls and circling around and back again when you make the slightest noise, trying to elicit a reaction again. My hands are on your thighs, gripping them gently using them to support myself and allowing me to put my entire effort into the movement of my head and neck.

I reach the base, my tongue flattening against your balls and dragging upwards making you moan. I repeat, getting into a rhythm, moving further down until my tongue is traveling the entire surface every time, starting just right behind your balls, where you always enjoy it more than you'll say, coming round to meet the base of your cock again and again. 

My tongue has coaxed more precum out that I lap up again with my tongue when I keep the movement steady up the underside. You watch me intently. You know how much I love sucking your cock and you love how much I enjoy it. I love sending your mind over the edge into a world of pleasure that makes you dizzy. The kind of pleasure that pushes reason out of your head. The kind that makes you lose control. 

"Put your hands behind your head," your demand comes out like a growl. I've gotten to you. 

I comply, whispering, "yes Sir." Your cock is now just resting on my tongue. You've let me have my fun. You reach down with one hand and stroke my face, I smile as best as I can with your cock in between my lips. So gentle. Such a contradiction. Your hand presses against my forehead pushing me back until I'm against the door, my hands only just cushioning from the hard wood, your body moving with me. I'm trapped, your cock and hand effectively pinning me in place. You remove your hand, wanting to see my eyes. Starting slowly at first you thrust into my mouth, moving my head an inch here or there, using a strong grip on my hair to do so, getting me in just the right position for you to slide easily in and out. 

"Keep your mouth open and tongue out," you tell me. 

I obey, slackening my jaw so my lips don't grip onto you and my tongue covers my lower teeth and lip. You keep moving slowly, not all the way in nor all the way out. I can feel the saliva starting to build. At such an awkward angle with my mouth open like this there's nowhere for it to go but out and down. You're moving deeper, making me gag slightly, my eyes watering gently, drool covering my chin. You speed up, still not all the way in, I'm bobbing back and forth to meet your thrusts. I think you're going to stop me when you grab hold of my hair but you encourage me. Deeper and harder and faster. My blouse and cleavage is wet with saliva now. My mascara has smudged and ran. You don't let up. You only back out a little to let me gather myself when I gag too hard. But your cock never leaves my mouth. My tongue stays out, my mouth open. 

Your fingers press up on my jaw, I tighten my lips again, my tongue back in my mouth and you start to really fuck my throat then. You go deep and hard for every thrust. You pull out once when I gag hard, watch me closely and wait until I've just recovered before starting again. I keep closing my eyes and you keep telling me to open them. I'm trying to keep them open but it's so hard. You look down at me, stopping the brutal fucking of my throat for only a second while you're in my throat. You spit on me, landing on my forehead and running down my face. Humiliation washes over me, I don't want to look at you as you smile at me before resuming throat fucking me. My throat and jaw hurts. 

My fingers are interlaced behind my head, trying so hard to keep them there as you've instructed. You're getting louder. 

"Fucking hell, oh fuck that's so good," you're growling now, your grip in my hair tightening, I'm trying to scream but it just makes me gag more. It stings as you get closer and closer to cumming, your self control is gone now. You want me for one thing only now, you want to cum in my throat. And you'll get that. Your way. You push deep into my mouth, your head hitting the back of my throat as the first spurt of cum hits me. I swallow instinctively, tightening round your cock and you growl above me and pull me tighter into you. 




Satisfaction



I start to panic but your grip is too strong. You're focused on your goal. I try to relax into it. You pull back slightly, an inch maybe, the rest of your cum landing on my tongue before sliding down my throat. I'm breathing deeply through my nose. I stay where I am, I don't try to pull away, I swallow around you. Every flick of my tongue and pulse of my throat is rewarded by a new noise from you. You stay leaning over me as you pull completely out of my mouth, my tongue follows, sending aftershocks through your body. Giving you the satisfaction and pleasure you crave. 

You sit down next to me, your eyes closed, leaning back against the door with me. You've sorted yourself, zipped your trousers back up, your belt still undone. Wrapping your arm around me, you pull me down and around until my head is in your lap and I'm lying between your legs. Your hand rests on my head, stroking my hair gently, soothing where you had just been pulling. I look up at you now and again. I enjoy watching how I've affected you. How my mouth can give you this level of pleasure. Your breathing regulates again and you open your eyes. I think about looking away but decide to keep watching you. Looking down at me your brow creases. I panic, what have I done?

"Fuck. That was, wow. That. That was. You deserve a reward for that little sub," you lean down and kiss me gently. 

I'm giggling as I say, "thank you Sir. Anything you say Sir!" 

"Sit up," you say as you pat the space next to you. Then you stand, pulling your belt from your trousers as you do, crossing the room to sit in the chair you've placed in the middle, draping your belt over the back. Once you're comfortable you turn to watch me. I'm unsure what to do. You told me to sit. Nothing more. But I want to entice you. I lean back on my hands, bend my knees and spread my legs slowly. I imagine the view you might have now. I'm dripping wet from giving you head, from everything so far. My blouse is damp with saliva, and with my arms back like this my cleavage is displayed. My hair must be a mess. My make up too. My cheeks feel flushed and my eyes bright with lust. I feel I don't look nearly as good as when I arrived. But your eyes tell a different opinion. 

Despite your orgasm you look ready to devour me again, ready to take what's yours. You flick your hand up, "stand up and come here."

I do as you tell me, feeling awkward as I stand, my legs a little heavy from being on the floor so long. I lose my balance and take a second to right myself, embarrassed because you're watching me so steadily. When I'm sure I'm steady I walk to you, stopping when you hold your hand up. I could bend over and kiss you from where you stop me. You leave me standing there for a while longer, until I start to fidget. I can't stay still long. But you don't make a move. I'm getting nervous and frustrated. I want you to touch me. I want your hands on me. I want you. 

My mind runs through everything I want you to do to me, even the things I don't really want but can't deny I enjoy. I can't keep watching you. You're not looking at my face anyway so I look down.

"Keep looking at me," you say, barely even glancing at my averted face. How did you know I wonder? But I do as you say, and keep focused on you.

I watch as you start to mouth something, finally hearing you whispering, "the things I want to do, the marks I want to leave. We're going to have fun." 

You're fucking with me. You're making me intentionally nervous. I don't know what to expect. I rub my thighs together, moving against my clit ever so slightly and the jolt of pleasure that gives me makes me gasp. I do it again, knowing you're watching me. You don't stop me. You nod, encouraging me. Hesitantly I raise my hand from my side and cup myself, still watching you, waiting for you to tell me to stop. But that doesn't happen straight away. You're enjoying my display. The soft cotton of my skirt moulds itself around my pussy, clinging to the wetness and adding an extra sensation against my body. I alter the pressure on my clit, getting serious now. I'm so glad I'm watching you, I notice your sign to stop immediately and I let my arm drop back to my sides. 

Your hand replaces mine, firmer and more insistent. 

"You're absolutely soaking little sub," you look at me, my eyes closing in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "What's turning you on? Tell me, use your words."

I can't even form a coherent thought let alone a full sentence while your attentions are so focused, but I try for you. 

"You. You're turning me on. The way you're watching me like I'm your prey. The way your hands touch me like I'm yours, the feeling of being owned when we're together. The way you used my mouth and throat. The way you, ahh!" Your fingers have closed on my pussy lips, pinching me, distracting me. 

"Mm, you are mine. Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

I try to shake my head at you, but you pinch harder, "I said, keep going."

"Ahhhh!! The way, oh Sir please, ow, the way you hurt me. The way you touch my body so gentle one minute then so harsh the next Sir. Ow ow, please stop Sir!" I'm up on my tip toes, my hands clenched at my sides as you've found my clit through my skirt and you're flicking it. Hard. But you don't listen. 

"Oh, ow! You are turning me on. That table of toys over there is turning me on. The cushion in the corner is turning me on, those hooks in the ceiling, the taste of your cum still in my mouth. Everything Sir, everything! Please, oh please, please Sir, please stop."

I try to pull away but then realise that only hurts more. I try to breathe, but then my breath catches when you twist just a little and my mind loses focus. My hands have so far managed to stay away from yours. You don't like me to touch your hands when you're doing anything to me, I'm not allowed to try to pull you away. But my right hand opens and comes in front of me when you let go finally, I just want to cover myself. But I try to hold your hand to stop you. 

I open my eyes, only then realising they're closed. You're looking up at me with a look that can not be mistaken for anything other than displeasure. I let go of your hand and immediately put mine behind my back in the box position. I don't know what else to do. 

"I'm sorry Sir," I say as clearly as I can, my head lowered. I hope my immediate apology will be accepted. Glancing through my eyelashes and I see you've sat back in the chair and are just looking at me again. This is not a good sign. 

Five minutes pass. The silence is loud. My breathing regulates, but my nerves remain. My heart is pounding in my chest. Your fingers finally reach out to me, hooking into the waistband of my skirt and pulling it down in one sudden movement. I gasp in shock, but do nothing to hinder you. It lies in a puddle at my feet, and you pick it up and hand it to me. 

"Fold it and put it on top of your bag." 

"Yes Sir," I fold the material as best as I can, my hands shaking, nervous at how calm you appear. Turning to walk away you grab my wrist and turn me back to you. 

"Crawl. Skirt in your mouth and crawl. Then come back here," you say, your eyes challenging. 

"Yes Sir," I hang my head in shame. Kneeling down in front of you I start to place the skirt in my mouth, but you clear your throat as I do. Already in a state of embarrassment I look up and see you motioning to the floor. I swallow hard and place the folded material in front of me. On all fours now I lean down and grasp the material in my mouth. Once I have it between my teeth I look up at you for your approval. My eyes are wet, I'm so embarrassed. I can't imagine what you're thinking when you're looking at me. You shoo me away with a flick of your hand and I turn to my case. As I crawl away from you I hear you stand up. Are you following me I wonder? But I don't check.

"Take your shoes off while your there," you call out. 

Reaching my case I gratefully drop the skirt from my mouth on top. Reaching behind me I take the right then the left shoe off and sit them next to my bag and turn again. You didn't follow me. You were over in the corner where the pillow is, I see you placing something behind it, but I'm not sure what. Your back is to me. You didn't even watch me. My cheeks flame deeper. I crawl back to the chair, staying on all fours in front of it until you come back and sit down again. Your fingers hook under my chin and you pull up until I'm sat back up on my knees, resting on my heels. I can't meet your gaze. 

"Do you know why I make you do things like that?"

I'm surprised by the question and look up at you. You see the question in my eyes, I don't even have to ask.

"No, normally I don't explain myself to you. But I want to know if you know why I make you embarrass yourself? Why I make you crawl. Why I make you display yourself to me. Why do you think I degrade you like that?" You explain, pausing for me to start answering you. But I'm bewildered. "Answer me. Now."

Your command runs through me like a shock. 

"I, I haven't thought about it Sir. Because you want to humiliate me?" I question. 

"No. Try again. Think how it makes you feel."

I frown gently as I think. 

"It makes me feel controlled. Because I do whatever you ask. I feel controlled and submissive. It makes me focus on pleasing you and trying not to think about what I'm actually doing. Just pleasing you," realisation sets in. 

"You do it to put my head in the right place Sir," I say confidently. You look proud of my answer. 

"Exactly little sub. I do everything I possibly can to get your head where I need it to be. And you know where that is don't you?"

"Yes Sir. Free of thought and letting myself just react and anticipate and be excited and give myself over to you Sir," this all tumbles out in a rush as your fingers disappear from my chin and grip either side of my blouse.

"Oh Sir, please, I need to wear this tomorrow Sir!" I exclaim in a panic, your hands suggesting that you were going to rip it open.

"Please Sir! The buttons might pop off..." I trail off as I look at you. You look back at me with an indecipherable glint in your eye, your hands still poised as if to rip my blouse off me. I'm holding my breath. You know I won't stop you if that's what you choose to do. The anticipation is exciting and unnerving. Finally, just as I'm accepting that I might have to wear my dress from this evening tomorrow, however out of place it may look, your grip loosens and you begin to undo the buttons one by one. 

"Thank you Sir," I say as I finally take a deep breath in. You take your time, looking at me instead of the buttons, feeling your way down my body, your hands brushing my skin as more is exposed. My breathing gets shallower as you continue, the lightest of touches making me gasp. I want your hands on me. You're driving me crazy and you know it. But you don't rush. You never rush. Finally, there's a clear line of skin visible, broken only by my bra. My skin is prickled with goosebumps and I push my breasts out towards you, my blouse sliding further apart. 

Slowly, so slowly, you press your finger against my clit before drawing a path directing over my tummy, to my cleavage. 

"Please!" I gasp. 

You still don't hurry. Running the back of your fingers over my breasts just makes me want to collapse forward into you, I manage to keep myself upright. Then you push the material softly until it falls back off my shoulders, one by one. It falls on the floor covering the back of my calves. I'm now on my knees in front of you dressed only in hold ups and my bra. 

"Don't think, just accept. Switch off your brain and give in to me. Let me do everything I want to you. Do you understand what I want from you?"

"Yes Sir, I understand," I nod slowly. 

"Do not try to stop me again. I will do whatever I want. If you try to stop me again I'll tie your hands behind your back for the duration of our stay. Do you understand?" As you speak, your hands are busy behind my back unclasping my bra. You pull the straps from my shoulders and watch as my breasts are freed. My nipples harden instantly when the lace brushes against them as you pull my bra off slowly before throwing it in the general direction of my case. Your voice is even and steady. I don't doubt your words for a second. 

"Yes, I understand Sir," I reply, "I won't try to stop you again Sir."

I feel chastised by your words, understanding the warning in your tone. You're giving me a chance to correct my behaviour and you don't often give those. Your hand presses on my shoulders and you tell me to sit on the floor, my legs out in front of me. 

You lean down and pick up the rope from the floor. I feel my skin tingle in excitement. I love it when you tie me up. The entire process, the way you touch me as you wrap the rope against my skin. The gentle caress, the rough rope, the dragging of the rope changing depending how fast you pull it through the passes. Your fingers looping beneath it, checking it, correcting, making it perfect. I always feel so safe in your hands, knowing how much you put into your ties being perfect. 

"Give me your arms," you demand. 

I sit up straighter and offer you my arms, your fingers wrapping round my wrists and turning them to face the other. Wrapping the rope around each wrist, securely, but able to slide two fingers between the rope and my skin. 

"Remember, my scissors are right there. If you need out, tell me," you speak as I watch you. Fascinated by how you handle the rope making it look intricate while making me feel trapped yet safe. 

"Yes Sir," I nod, distracted. I'm too focused on the rope, my head only just able to acknowledge you. 

"Good girl," you say as you kiss my lips briefly. I don't even get a change to return the kiss before you've stood and pulled me up with you by the rope encircling my wrists. You've wrapped it around and tied it on both wrists leaving a short length between the two. I have a feeling I know what's coming. You move me back a few steps and stop beneath the hook lined beam. 

"Arms up, legs apart. Wider. Perfect."

You turn away to get more rope as I stand with my legs approximately two feet apart and my arms up in the air. I feel so exposed and I want to cover up, but I try to push away that thought. 

I can't look up, I keep my eyes downcast. 

"What's wrong?" You ask immediately. 

"I just feel a little self conscious like this Sir," I reply softly. 

"You have no need to be self conscious. You look incredible like this. Very inviting," you press yourself against me, "nu-uh, keep your arms up. Very open. Ready for me. This is how I want you little sub."

Your words reassure me but make me blush. 

"Thank you Sir. I'll try to relax," I reply. 

Your hand grabs my left breast, hard, your fingers digging in as you drag backwards, your grip tightening as you reach my nipple, making me scream out. 

"I didn't say I wanted you to relax," you say playfully, twisting my nipple hard before finally letting go. 

I'm panting as your attention turns back to the pile of rope you've dropped at my feet. Somehow my arms have stayed above my head and you busy yourself looping rope through a hook in the beam and then through the connecting piece on my wrists. You experiment with how tight you can pull it before I'm having to stand on tip toes while keeping my legs apart. You leave me with some slack and I'm surprised, a length of rope still hangs down. Disappearing off behind me I'm confused now. You're back in front of me and you're holding a spreader bar in your hands. The unasked questions go unanswered. I push them out of my head, just accepting whatever will happen. 

You start to wind the rope around my ankles as carefully as you did my wrists but then stop and undo it. Your hands glide up my leg until you reach the top of my hold up and start peeling it off slowly. My legs are smooth and pale underneath. Once they're off you trace invisible lines on my inner thighs. 

"Imagine cane welts and whip marks just here...oh how good they will look," you glance up at me wickedly, knowing how I struggle to hold it together when you make little promises like that. And I know it's always a promise and never a threat with you. 

You go back to trying my legs to the spreader bar. I'm trying not to giggle, but can't help it. Your fingers and the rope are tickling around my ankle. I think you start to do it more, but maybe I'm just being paranoid. 

Once both ankles are firmly tied you return to my wrists. Pulling the rope tight, giving me the tiniest bit of slack to let me rock back and forth, but no more. You tie it off and stand back, appraising your work. However safe I feel, I feel exactly the same level of vulnerability. I'm totally at your mercy now. Helpless. Available in every way. Naked and exposed. Your hand automatically strokes your cock through your trousers, and I see the bulge there, even a hint of wetness, precum taunting me. 

You step towards me and bend down as if to adjust something around my foot, but then I realise I wasn't imagining the tickling. It was deliberate. You explore my entire body, moving up, tickling my ankles, the back of my knees, my sides, under my arms, my back. Everywhere you get a reaction, you return to. I'm giggling at first but eventually it's torturous. It doesn't hurt but I'm too sensitive, every nerve hit is standing on end. I'm trying to wriggle away but I can't get anywhere like this. I resort to begging. 

"Please, oh god no, please please Sir, please I can't, I can't, no no no more, please stop please please!!" I'm trying desperately to get away. But all I can do is rock forwards and then back again. I'm exhausted. 

"Please," I can barely speak, "please Sir. I'll do anything Sir. Just please stop," through the squeals and panting I managed to keep begging. Finally you stop. My head hangs down, my wrists pulling a bit on my bonds. You reach up and check my wrists, adjusting the rope to give more slack and placing it in my hands for something to hold onto. 

"Thank you Sir," my voice is rough and you bring me a glass of water, helping me sip it slowly. So gentle yet so sadistic. The contrast is confusing yet I know deliberate. 

"Anything?"

I hear the challenge and begin to regret my desperate promise. But I know you'll hold me to it. 

"Yes Sir, anything," I repeat before I even realise my mouth has opened. My masochistic side is fighting it's way out. 

"Hmm, absolutely anything," you say, circling me twice, stopping to stand behind me. "Anything?" Your question is asked directly in my ear this time, making me jump at your proximity. 

"Yes Sir," I confirm. 

"You might regret that promise little sub. I'll keep it in mind though," you whisper, threading your fingers into my hair and pulling back hard, kissing my exposed throat. I moan, forgetting the promise of anything for now. Distracted by you in the here and now. 

Letting go of my hair you step away again. Once in front of me you've collected a small bundle of items. Slowly, you start to show them to me. A ball gag. Nipple clamps. Some clips you use as weights. The pin wheel. Body tape you use as a blindfold. The clit clamp. I'm nervous now. You're using everything possible on me. 

"I'm going to push you over the edge this time little sub. I want everything from you. And I want you to take everything I give you. Can you do that? For me?" You hands go to my breasts and start playing with my nipples. I nod as you pinch my nipple. You twist and I scream. 

"Say it."

"Yes Sir. I can do that for you," I get out before I cry out in pain again, your hand cruelly twisting the same nipple again. 

"Good girl," you say as your lips enclose around my abused nipple. Soothing yet hurting at the same time. I'm beyond any intelligible response and simply let myself give in to you, to the pleasure and satisfaction I know you'll bring. 




Satisfaction



You take your time adorning my body with the pocket of tricks, talking softly to yourself the whole time, unnerving me and making me wary. 

"Ball gag last I think, hmm, yes, definitely last," I hear you mutter as I yelp and gasp as your fingers harshly continue playing with my nipples. 

You're enjoying hearing my reactions as much as seeing them I realise. It dawns on me then that you're going to make this difficult for me. I'm gripping onto the ropes above my head, in some sort of desperate attempt to channel everything into them instead of absorbing it into myself. It's useless, but I do it anyway. The rope is rough against my skin, but not tight, I'm in no worry that it'll do damage. I'm safe. I keep telling myself that. I'm safe with you. 

"Let's see what we can really do with this," you're muttering again, bringing me out of the haze of my mind. You've got the clit clamp in your hand and you're staring directly at my pussy. Using the fingers of one hand you pull back my lips and the hood, exposing my most sensitive spot. Placing the clamp either side, you start to tighten it, leaving me partially exposed as you do. The pressure builds until it's a gentle tight feeling. The clamp and the little charm hangs from it, pulling lightly. I moan in pleasure, but I know it'll build and build until it's taken off when it'll make me dizzy as the bloody rushes back. You flick it for a few moments, watching as that send little jolts of pleasure through my body. Unexpectedly you thrust a finger deep inside me, curving it forward, hitting my gspot and making me squirm against you. 

"Oh Sir, that feels good," I exclaim. 

You move slowly, maddeningly so, making me try to hump against your hand for more despite my limited movement. Your hand disappears as quickly as it came, filling me with disappointment. 

I'm mid sigh when I feel your finger rubbing across my lips, "taste yourself." I hear your command just as my tongue comes out to lick your finger. My juices are spread on my lips like a slutty lip balm, my cheeks blush as I taste myself on your finger. 

"You're absolutely dripping wet little sub," you tell me, "you just love this. You love getting treated like this, like a fuck toy. A fuck toy for my amusement. I wonder just how wet you'll get. We both know pain just adds to your arousal don't we?" 

I meet your gaze, trying to decide whether you want an answer or not. You look expectant. I start to nod slowly, "yes it does Sir."

"What does what?" You want a detailed answer.

"Pain adds to my arousal Sir. Pain turns me on," I reply, mild embarrassment creeping in. However much we've done together, I still find this the hardest part to come to terms with. 

"Like this?" You ask, confusing me for a second before your hand makes contact with my left breast, slapping hard, making it tingle and burn. 

I cry out, but it's quickly followed by a moan of desire. 

"Answer me," you demand, your hand coming down on the exact same spot. 

"Yes, yes, just like that Sir. And every other way possible Sir."

I'm torn between wanting more and that being enough for now. My breasts are sensitive and the burning slaps are only making them more so. I'm worried about the clamps, whether I'll be able to take them. 

"Just how much pain do you like? You stopped me once when I made you cry," your hand caresses me cheek now, "yet now you seem to crave that level. That's pretty depraved isn't it? I mean, what would your friends think if they knew? If they knew that you let a man tie you up and slap you and a spank you and fuck you until you're a sobbing mess? That you cum over and over again for that man because he does exactly those things to you. What would they think?" 

I'm incredibly embarrassed now. I can't look at you. You know I'm worried about my image to friends. They don't know this about me. They wouldn't understand. You know I put on a front for them. 

"How about we make a little video? Would you like that? No? Are you sure? Shut up, you don't think I'm actually asking you do you? That's better," you walk away and I see you placing a video camera on the table, aimed directly at me. 

"No, please Sir. I, I don't know about this. Please, don't record this. Please Sir?" My begging is useless, you press record. The little red light seems to mock me as it starts to blink. 

You come back over to me, I'm suddenly aware of how much power you hold in this moment. You flick the clit clamp and watch as I dissolve in front of you, the pressure from it has been growing and I feel my pussy flood from the sharp tug of pain it causes. 

You walk behind me, reaching round and taking a breast in each hand, you squeeze and pull away, until you hold just my nipples in your fingers. I'm leaning forward with your hands as far as I can, pressing back into your crotch trying to follow your fingers. My eyes are closed and I'm losing myself to your touch. My left nipple pops free finally, and your hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back, my body lewdly curved with my tits and cunt pressed forward. 

"This is just for you and me," you reassure me in a low whisper. Then I let go, I give in to you. 

"Anything Sir," is my response. 

"Good girl," you kiss my neck briefly before releasing my hair and coming back round in front of me. You stand to the side, the video camera always with a clear view of my body. But I'm oblivious to it, I'm only focused on you. 

The nipple clamps come out of your pockets then and I try not to show my fear but I can't help it. Not that it would make a difference to you. You enjoy them too much. My nipples are hard from your rough treatment of them and you open the clamps just in front of me. Looking into my eyes you don't let me look away. I see the glint of control in your eyes, that dark sadistic streak that makes you enjoy the clamps even more than you used to. Now that you know how they scare me and make me nervous. They close over my nipples at the same time, you're using the clamps themselves to make sure they're nestled well into the skin around my nipple, pinching and scraping before they're even properly on. I'm begging almost silently under my breath, chanting please. But I know it's pointless. Watching me still you begin to smile as you let them tighten. I blink but open my eyes straight away after, resisting the urge I have to look away, to close my eyes. My mouth lets out a low groan that I've never heard before. The sensation of both clamps going on at the same time is new and overwhelming. My eyes are watering, I'm biting my lip, trying desperately to please you. You tug the chain, hard, once, and I scream out. My eyes flash with anger at you but you just nod at me, I know not to take that any further. 

"Good girl, well done, shh, you're ok," you're whispering again, your hands cupping my breasts and lifting them slightly, letting them drop down, sending a jolt of pain through me. One hand travels down and slides two fingers so easily inside me. "So so wet for me little sub, so so wet." You slip your fingers into my mouth again, and watch as I hungrily lick you clean. 

I try to think what else I should be expecting, but nothing is registering in my head except the clamps. You produce the pin wheel and start to run it up and down my inner thigh making me shiver. You get closer and closer to my pussy, finally reaching your target, dragging those sharp little rolling point over my lips, grazing my clamped clit, repeating it again and again as I moan. You slide your fingers inside me again, moving them slowly and purposefully as the pinwheel traces lines over my cunt. I'm rocking back and forth, moving with your hand, trying to fuck myself but you don't give me the chance, moving with my body to make me take what you want to give. 

You roll the pin wheel up over my tummy, around my hips and waist, making me giggle as you continue finger fucking me. This time when you remove your fingers you don't let me lick them, instead wiping them on my thighs, making me feel even more like a slut getting pussy juice wiped over her. The pinwheel is still moving upwards, and I'm shaking with anticipation. I'm dreading the little points over my nipples and before long you've circled my entire breasts, my nipples must be next. It feels like you press down harder when you taunt my nipples with it. The little sharp points feeling sharper against my clamped nipples. I'm shaking my head. I can't take this. 

"Please Sir," I mumble, "I can't, please stop Sir." I can hear the whine in my voice, the desperation. "Please, please," I'm unashamedly begging you now, "please Sir! Ahh, please stop Sir!" I want to bring my hands down or my knees up in front of my body to protect myself but it's useless. I'm helpless to your desires. You ignore my pleads for several more moments, dragging the pinwheel down over my nipples twice more each before finally letting it drop to the ground. My skin feels so sensitive, I'm covered in goosebumps and yet feel like I'm on fire. 

You barely give me a moment to rest before the D clips are in your hand. You have three of them in total, and although they don't weigh much, they feel like they're the heaviest objects around when hanging from the chain attached to my nipples. I'm shaking my head but I'm unable to speak. I know I don't really want you to stop. 

You hook one over the chain and watch me as you let it weigh down. 

"Please," I whisper. 

You attach the second one, this time not letting it down gently, watching as it makes me squeal. 

"Oh please no more Sir," you hear the genuine pleading in my voice, knowing I'm truly at my limit. You drop the third D clip next to me. 

"Thank you Sir," I say quietly, genuinely grateful to you. The two clips already weighing down is enough. I really couldn't take any more. 

Your hands are exploring my body, running all over me, down my sides, over my hips, my ass, your fingernails digging in as you grab my ass hard. You run them back up to my aching tits, grabbing them roughly from beneath, squeezing, making the clamps hurt even more. 

You bring out the ball gag then, grabbing my breast hard with one hand while running the gag up and down my soaking wet slit. Making me cry out at the intense mix of pain and pleasure. Before I close my mouth again you've pushed the gag in hard and you're tightening it. I try to push it out with my tongue but it's going nowhere, you've done it up so tight. I rest my teeth and lips around it, using it to calm myself. My breathing has regulated itself. I can feel myself starting to float away into sub space. 

You stand in front of me, noticing my glazed expression, and you smile now. I start to notice the whip and your belt in your hand. The nasty little black whip, not the flogger I like, but the whip that hurts. 

You disappear from my sight. You just wanted me to know what to expect. I can't decide whether it was out of kindness or just further torment. The body tape covers my eyes and you start to unroll it around my head. There's no way I could see anything past this, I'll have no idea what to expect, you could do anything to me now. Torment I decide, you showed me the whip and belt to fuck with me. Firmly blindfolded, the tape covers my ears too, I can't hear or see or speak or touch you. 

The first stroke is the belt. You bring it down hardly across my ass. I can feel the entire welt tingling and spreading out beyond it. It comes down again, overlapping the first and extending the burn. It comes down again and again. I lose count of how many times, but know it's over twenty. I'm begging behind the gag, but by the end I think I'm begging for more. 

When the whip falls across my ass the first time I'm vaguely aware of the muffled scream that comes from behind the gag. The intensity increased so much by the already present belt marks. It doesn't stop you. You use the whip all across my ass, moving down to my thighs, letting it wrap around my body, making it sting even more. 

You focus on the same spot repeatedly, I'm trying to beg through the gag. It hurts. It burns. It stings. I'm in heaven and hell. I want more but I can't take any more. The first time I feel the ends on my breasts it comes from behind. You're covering my back in the strokes now, and it's wrapping around my sides and catching my tits. The sharp pain gets right into my brain, it fucks with me. It hurts so bad. 

"Please," I try to say, chanting it behind the gag. Drool is forcing its way out around the gag, falling down my body. You move around to my front, and start whipping the front of my thighs now, hitting off the clit clamp every few strokes. You pull off the blindfold and watch my eyes adjust to the light of the room. You don't stop whipping me. You're moving it up through the air now against my cunt. 

You stop and crouch down in front of me using the whip over hand, aiming directly for the clit clamp. I can feel it sliding off my flesh, it's only just pinching the tip of my clit now and your fingers grasp it and pull hard downwards. As the blood rushes back making me scream again, your lips lock around my cunt, suckling on my clit, nibbling and biting, making me squirm. You work your fingers inside me again and start to brutally finger fuck me, three then four fingers, sliding in so easily. Your tongue and lips are still on my engorged clit, and I'm struggling to hold back my orgasm. 

"Cum for me," you release my cunt from your mouth just long enough to tell me. I don't have to be told twice, your fingers are working in and out, the widest part of your hand forcing its way in, sending me over the edge, making me cum all over your hand. My cum drips down your arm, your tongue still working on my clit, forcing everything out of me. As I relax you slowly remove your fingers from me, wiping them again on my thighs. I'm only just holding onto the rope above my head now, my body feels limp in the bonds and like jelly from my orgasm. 

You pull the gag from my mouth and kiss me deeply, I can taste myself on your tongue and lips and I groan into your mouth. Your body is pressed against mine, hurting my tits as you cause the clamps to crush deeper into my nipples. 

"Ahh!" I scream into you mouth as you wrap your arm around my body and pull me tight against you. Then your lips are gone. I'm panting as I watch you retrieve the whip from your pocket where you stored the handle safely. You start up my body, hard over my thighs, skimming my sensitised pussy, across my tummy, making me jump every time it catches on the chain of the clamps. I can feel the pain rushing through me, you're pushing me and pushing me, closer to my limit. 

"Oh god, no, no, please Sir, no!" I'm shouting now. 

You ignore me and keep moving up my body. The ends are falling on my tits now and I'm trying to get away, but I can't move away. The pain is unbearable but the whole while my pussy is dripping more and more, spasming uncontrollably. 

"Please, please," my eyes are closed and my head is hanging down. You keep going. I'm breathing steadily, but I can't stop the tears that are coming. "Please," I try to gasp out behind my tears. You pause and I look up at you, you're searching my eyes, gauging the situation. You start again, reaching out with your other hand to pull on the chain. I scream out, the tears falling freely now. 

"Please! Please stop Sir, please!" I'm sobbing now. 

You stop whipping me for a second, using both hands you take the clamps off at the same time. I scream out again, but it catches in my throat as you take hold of the whip again and use it on my nipples, the blood rushing back to them making it feel like the ends are snapping sharply on them. I don't even realise when you've stopped until I see the whip lying on the floor in front of me through blurry eyes. Your hands are busy at my ankles, untying me from the spreader bar, then at my wrists. The rope falls from my body and lands on the floor and you lay me down in your arms on my back. The carpet rubbing against the welts from the whip, my body aching from being tied so long. Turning to the table you switch off the video camera. 

"We can watch that later," you say with a smile, enjoying the deep blush that spreads across my face. I'd forgotten all about it, now I was ashamed at how I'd reacted to what you just did to me. But those feelings soon disappear as I watch you. 

You're standing over me stripping, slowly but deliberately. Your clothes are in a pile next to the table before long, and I'm watching you through the tears still in my eyes. I'm hungry for you now, my pussy desperate for your cock inside it. I'm lying exactly as you placed me, on my back, my arms above my head. I spread my legs invitingly, ignoring the burning of the carpet every time I move. 

You lay down on top of me, making my skin hurt even more, directing yourself into my waiting cunt. As you thrust inside me, I squeal in pain and satisfaction. It feels so good, my pussy feels swollen and abused and tight around your cock. Your groan as you enter me tells me it feels good for you too 

"God, you're so tight little sub," you growl in my ear, your arms coming round behind me, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other tightly wound in my hair. You bite my shoulder hard, making my pussy tighten around you as you start to move in and out. I wrap my arms around you, holding on to you tightly. 

"You took that so well, watching you take everything I had to give you, that felt incredible," you're right in my ear now, your teeth take my earlobe in, nibbling gently at first before biting hard. 

"Ahh! Thank you Sir!" Your hand in my hair and your teeth on my body are keeping me in sub space. I'd do anything for you in that moment. 

You fuck me hard and leisurely, taking your time to bite and nibble wherever your mouth can reach. Getting harder and faster, your voice in my ear becomes unintelligible, a mass of growls and groans. 

"I want to do that to you again. I'm going to. I'm going to tie you up and whip you again and again and again little sub," you groan deeply. 

"Anything Sir, anything you want Sir," I gasp, your hand tightening in my hair and your teeth sinking into my shoulder again as you start to cum inside me. You still deep inside me, my legs wrapping around your body, my cunt tightening around you, milking every last drop. I'm crying out still due to the pain from my hair and your teeth, but it just makes you tighten your grip of both, and you growl at me. It's purely primal, raw, lustful fucking and it satisfies us both so deeply. 

We lie on the floor tangled up in one another for a while. Your mouth keeps nibbling at me, you move out of my pussy slightly, your mouth moving down to my abused tits. I want to push you away, but I know better. I put my hands back above my head as you lick and kiss and gently bite at my nipples and the surrounding area. It feels so good yet so sore at the same time. Your kisses slow and you look at me. My eyes are closed and my mouth is open slightly as I try to breathe through your attentions. 

You sit up, your back against the bottom of the bed, my body feels cold without you and my eyes open looking for you. 

"Come here," you say, crooking your finger. I can barely lie down without it hurting, and I doubt I can stand up. I make it onto all fours and you nod. I crawl over to you, stopping when I'm between your legs and I lean back on my knees. I spread my legs, displaying my body for you. 

You reach up and grab my hair again and pull my face down to your cock. I don't need you to tell me twice, and I start licking you gently. I can taste both our cum on you, sticky and sweet and salty. I love the noises you make as I do this, moaning and gasping as my tongue flutters over your most sensitive spots. Your hand is still tight in my hair and you drag me away when it becomes unbearable. You stand and get up onto the bed, patting the spot next to you for me. Lying down next to you, you push me onto my back, trailing your fingers up and down my body, tickling me and making the welts sting every now and then. I'm grinning up at you, despite the intermittent pain. My hair is a mess, my eye make up has run from my tears of pain and pleasure. But you're looking at me like I'm even more beautiful than when we started.