1 comments/ 5114 views/ 1 favorites Received By: smfc The beauty she possessed was vivid in her pale skin, in her powerful lavender eyes; it resonated in the curls of her deep-red hair, it poured from her naturally smiling lips. It followed the curves of her thin body, it kept her back a straight line. It made her an angel to her audience. Every breath, every shift of her delicateness, was absorbed by fascinated faces. In the long minutes that the program kept her on stage, she was lost. "You looked great out there," her mother praised as she began to untie her child's shoes. She massaged the cramps from the bottom of her daughter's feet. "Mama, it doesn't matter. He wasn't here," she sulked, her arms crossed in disappointment. "Anita, it's not on purpose. You know he's busy," her hand reached out and gently parted her flesh and blood's strained emotion. She led Anita to a chair in front of a sparkling mirror and released the full thickness of hair from a tight, highly classical bun. Anita was quiet as her mother picked out multiple hair pins. She was flushed with anger when they eyes met. - Her mother let her take a taxi. She didn't want to go home, not just yet. The inside of the yellow cab smelled like cabbage and the seats were a dark purple, stuffed with lumpy material that was a light tan in color, seen peeking out of a tiny tear on her left side. She was cautious in handing her fare and eager to grab her bag and escape. Anita was cold in her stockings and leotard, although she was bundled in layers and topped with a thick scarf and a snug hat. She wanted to watch the children play, she wanted to breathe in the stinging air. She wanted to meet a stranger and spend a few moments in their arms. She wanted to risk her life, just for one night. - "What the hell, Mary? Why would you let her go out on her own?" His voice was more sad than angry. "Will, she's twenty years old. She was upset you didn't make it. I wasn't going to drag her home," her mother sighed. "I wasn't going to make her stay in, not on this night." "Damn it," he cursed softly. She could hear the connection scratch. "Baby, when are you coming home?" Mary's voice was now tender, soft and gentle with her own sorrow. "Soon. I love you. Tell Anita I'm sorry," he hung up after she received his affection. Mary looked at the phone and weighed it in her hand before she placed it back in the answering machine. - She found a bench that wasn't covered in snow and sat down, her posture automatically, strictly, correct. The end of her spine was placed on the very edge of the last wooden planks. Anita watched not the people passing by but instead the cars that weaved through their own traffic. She listened to their honks, their screeches to suddenly halt, and speed up once the light turned green. There was a horrible dripping down the back of her throat, there was an annoyance in her sinuses, but she loved every moment of the scene playing out in front of her. She drank from the water bottle she bought on the corner store with the money she stuffed in her coat pocket. It was a long wait until her thirst was satisfied. Her phone went off with a strong vibration. She scooped it from the confines of her bag and saw her mother's loving face. "Hi, Mama..." "It's late." "I'm sorry, Mama. I'll come home now..." "I love you, Anita," she said sweetly, yet calm and cool. "Oh, Mama," Anita shook her head slowly, "I love you, too." The walk home was quick, the scenery fast-paced, the world a bit warmer than it was before. There was a rushing in her ears and a deep pink on her face. There was no peace around her, or within her. There was only the tall buildings and looming sky that loomed over her, caressing her until her mother's embrace presented itself as soon as she stepped through the doorway. The heat fogged her mind and she smiled. - Mary closed her door and settled herself in the covers. She watched her wedding ring glisten as she held her hand out in the air. She smiled and opened the side table's lowest drawer, visions of her husband filling her head. She closed her eyes and imagined she was licking his dick, rather than her neon colored toy. Her nipples grew hard and she moved her hand from her breast, down her slim torso to the triangle of her pelvis. Of course she was already wet. She loved the fullness in her mouth, almost matching that of Will's. She turned the vibration on low as she ran it across her chest. Mary slipped her finger in between her plump lips and started to make long strokes up and down her clitoris. Her moan was gentle with pleasure. She licked her lips as she squeezed out some aid and let her hand spread it around before she brought the dildo between her legs. She slipped it in and kept it there for a moment, letting herself wrap around the deliciousness of its girth. She pulled it out, teasing herself and she arched her back in small pleasure. She took it eagerly this time and was quick to begin rocking her hips. She reached another hand down and turned the vibration on medium. She moaned, the entire length deep inside her with every thrust of her wrist. She thought of the way her husband would fuck her on the night he came back to their bed. It wasn't just love, it was passion, it was a growing rhythm of satisfaction that he needed, and she was more than begging to losing herself in it. He'd bite, he'd make bruises and he'd make sure he fucked her till she shook and crumbled in his hands. Mary turned the vibration on high and she whimpered as she started twisting it, driving it in and out of her, hard, harder. Her breath was harsh and her body began to flush as she started rubbing her clit. Her toes curled and she screamed out Will's name in her pillow as she climaxed. - Anita took her hand out from beneath her panties. She wiped her fingers on the pants that she kicked off her bed. Receiving a Kiss of Leather Author's note- This short story is a companion piece, an echo, written from the submissive point of view, to Kiss of Leather by tigress2831. I urge you to read it. * * * * * She didn't give me much to do today; it didn't take long to mark off everything on my list. i had plenty of time to make dinner and take a long leisurely bath. After fluffing my hair dry and taking a quick glance at the clock, i disappeared into the closet, going to the back and opening up a large chest. On a small hook in the domed lid hung a leather flogger, worn soft with use, the tails of it slightly stained. The sound of grinding catches my attention and i know She's pulling in, tired from a hard day. With a smile, i'm rushing through the house to take my place to greet Her, before the door, on bended knees with my thighs spread open for Her, and Her favorite flogger held within my teeth. Hearing the garage door close sends my heart to skipping and my eyes fall to the floor right in front of the door, anticipating Her. She appears before me, like i've summoned Her from a dream, taking the pleasure tool from my teeth and kissing me tenderly. i can't hold back the moan that escapes me at Her touch and She pulls back, having me stand before Her. As She makes Her way to the dining room, i go to the bar to fetch Her wine, checking the cut crystal glass for chips or flaws before dispensing the fragrant drink into it. Kneeling on my pillow, i caress my body with the glass, knowing She is watching, hoping this shows Her how much i love Her, then present it to Her, before serving up the delicious dinner that has been prepared. As She dines, on bended knees i wait, quietly on my pillow, the hitch in my breath the only reaction to the caress of Her fingertips, at times gliding over a taut nipple, or sliding between my thighs. The soft strands of the flogger, dripping off the edge of the table right in front of me command my attention otherwise, causing a soft blush to rise on my skin, thinking about what will happen tonight. She requests a bath, so the table is quickly cleared, her wine glass refilled, so it can be prepared. Many times i've done this and each time i so enjoy getting everything ready for Her, showing Her how much i care about every aspect of Her life. As the tub fills, i light softly scented candles, then dim the lights, casting the room in a golden glow. Richly scented musk oil is added to the water and given a stir with my fingertips. The last touch, soft smooth jazz, fills the air. Without turning, i hear Her start to undress and my mouth is suddenly dry. Padding up softly behind Her, i can't resist the urge to touch and with gentle caresses ease Her clothing from Her, my heart beating erratically and my breath catching at the sight of creamy skin. The soft silk of Her robe covers it from my view as i hold it for Her to slip into and i morn the loss of such an awe-inspiring sight. "Good, thank you my sweet. On the bed, lay on your stomach, hands over your head and legs apart." Her voice is soft but the authority it holds is unmistakable. "Yes Ma'am," i breathe. Crawling up onto the bed and lying in the requested position is...humbling and exciting. More so when the restraints are added, binding me securely. And then Her touch comes, brushing through the slickness on my thigh, deepening my ever-present blush. i cannot hide my arousal from her. A whispery touch feathers over my open sex and i can't hold back, my hips rocking up, seeking more. More comes in the form of a sharp slap to my tush, causing me to gasp sharply. "Oh Ma'am." Her laugh sends a shiver down my spine as She murmurs, "Not yet my sweet little one." i know She's left the room; the electricity in the air has faded. Through the open doors i hear Her slip into the water, moaning softly as the heat eases work weary muscles. Soon other sounds were wafting through the doorways though. Sounds that made my pulse race, my body tremble. In my mind's eye, i can see Her, the way her hands are moving over Her body, how She touches herself to elicit those sensuous moans. The leather cuffs rub against my skin as i writhe against the sheets, straining for some relief for my throbbing sex, feeling juices seep from inside me to dampen the sheets, leaving me in a state of arousal that i can't combat. A loud moan from the bathroom and the sound of water splashing let me know that She has reached Her climax while i shudder uncontrollably, biting back a cry of frustration and need. By the sounds i hear now, i know She's leaving the bath, leaving me here to lay here, my senses sharpened, the sheets smooth and cool against my breasts, stomach, pussy. Warm air gliding over my back, my tush. The soft leather that encircles my wrists, my ankles, rubs delicate skin. Will She leave me here, in anticipation? Or will She come and deliver me from this sweet torture? My body shudders, hips undulating slowly against the bed as the answer is provided, heralded by the distinct swish of the flogger through the air. Laying my head against the sheet i see Her in the doorway, Her wrist setting the pleasure tool into motion. "Please Ma'am." My voice is just above a whisper, as i plead with Her. "Please what?" "Oh my god, Ma'am. Please touch me," i moan softly. She steps close to me, the heat of Her body caressing mine as I gasp. "How wet is My girl?" The damp sheets beneath me turn my answer into a moan, "Oh, Ma'am, Your girl is very wet." Suddenly Her touch is there, stroking my fiery sex, my hips lifting once again off the bed to seek more as She scoops up my essence on Her fingers. "Mmmmm, My girl is very wet." Looking over my shoulder at Her, i witness the most erotic sight i've ever seen, Her tongue lapping my juices from Her fingers. Then to send me careening to the edge, She moans quietly, "My girl is so wet and tastes so good." Her hand is on my tush again, stroking the smooth skin, and i can't bite back the long low moan that slips from my lips. Just as quickly as it came, her touch is gone, replaced with the swish of the flogger and the feathery touch of the tails against my skin. It stings a bit, not enough to hurt really but i can feel my skin heat from those soft strands. Yet its not enough and my hips rock back in silent supplication to Her. Now the little leather whips burn my skin; She's wielding it with a bit more strength. My breath hitches, and i tug at my bonds, to get away or get closer, i'm not sure which. "Ma'am, pleaseeeee," i beg. "Please what?" "Please, Ma'am. Please make my ass pink." It's enough to make Her stand back, gaining more movement, more swing and i feel it as it strikes hard, a loud WHACK that lands on the curve of my left cheek. i know what is expected. "Ohhhh, Ma'am...thank You, Ma'am." Even to me, my voice sounds reedy with want. WHACK! Another blow lands on the other side of my bottom. "Ahhhh, Ma'am... thank You, Ma'am." Trailing down lower on the left cheek... WHACK! "Mmmm... Ma'am, thank You, Ma'am." More and more the words are moans. WHACK! To the other side again, the flogger falls. "Ahhhh, Ma'am...thank You, Ma'am." Now the slaps come stingingly hard against my skin, which grows hot. i know its taking on an almost red hue. WHACK! On the left side, and my voice explodes from me, "Arghhhh, Ma'am! Thank You, Ma'am!" A matching strike to the right...Whack! brings tears to my eyes. "Ohhhh, Ma'am! Thank You, Ma'am! A pair of slaps are next, harder than any of the previous ones, landing on the already stinging left side...WHACK! WHACK! They bring me off the bed, arching and writhing, leather tightening around my limbs. "Please, Ma'am! Thank You, Ma'am! Please Ma'am... i... oh god, i...uhhhh...need to cum!" My voice is filled with sobs as i moan for relief from my own torturous arousal. Matching strikes to the right...WHACK! WHACK! have me screaming as they hit the tender flesh. "Ahhhhh, Ma'am! Thank You, Ma'am! Oh.. Ma'am... PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Through tear filled eyes, i see the flogger land on the bed beside me and i feel Her touch, stroking my fiery skin, a cry escaping me before i can swallow it back. Sobs wrack my frame as Her breath touches my need. "Now, my sweet. Cum for me!" She demands. Finally, i am free to explode in a shuddering climax, my body arching wildly as Her mouth covers my wanton pussy. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Ma'am...Oh, God, Yesssssssssssss!!!!!!" She is stroking my begging clit with the flat of Her tongue, drawing me to the next peak and then the next, my body spasming with the force of it. Even before i come down, She's beside me, freeing me from the cuffs and tenderly holding me to Her, hands stroking over my skin, carefully cupping my reddened bottom. My eyes are so heavy but i manage to open them, gazing up at Her, before letting them slide shut as She kisses me softly. "I love you my sweet little one." Her voice soothes as much as Her touch. My voice is barely a whisper before sleep overtakes my exhausted body. "i love You Ma'am." Receiving My Reward My ass and upper thighs glowed dark red after my training. My mistress had just given me the most intense spanking I had ever had the pleasure of feeling. I could feel the endorphins flowing through my veins, I had accomplished something great with her help. I squirmed a bit against her legs. She had sat down on the couch and had me lay down across her, with my ass positioned so that she didn't have to reach far to spank me. With each beat of my heart I felt my ass throbbing in pain. She was pleased with me, I could tell by the way she was breathing calmly and running her fingertips up and down my back and legs. I had just been beaten into complete submission. I was hers. My burning red ass was the mark she left, a reminder of her love and care. She gave my rear end a couple more smacks with her bare hand and I stayed completely relaxed, enjoying her touch. I felt cold lotion against my burning ass, and she began to rub it into me, massaging ever-so gently. She slid her slick hand inbetween my legs and began to rub up and down my ass, poking her middle finger inside of me. My cock grew hard against her leg and I slowly thrust it against her, and then back, allowing her finger to go deeper inside me without her moving it. She seemed okay with me doing this so I continued, I was enjoying myself quite a bit. She reached with her other hand and grabbed onto my arm and pulled it back to her. She held my hand, affectionately rubbing it with her thumb. I felt her push another finger inside of my asshole as she held my hand. I was so close to her, and so excited. I began humping her leg faster, I could feel my precum oozing from the tip of my cock. With every thrust I could feel her fingers sliding in and out of my ass. "Don't cum," She said, commanding me to slow down, "I'm going to give you a special reward today pet. Stand up." I stood up quickly, not wanting to leave her waiting. A drop of precum dripped down from my cock as I stood awaiting her next order. "I'm going to let you choose two toys Alex, and I will personally use them on you. Run and fetch them, and don't keep me waiting too long, okay?" Magen said calmly. I could hear in her voice that she was pleased with me. "Yes ma'am," I said eagerly, "I'll be right back!" It had taken me about a second to decide what toys I wanted to give to her. I hurried off to the bedroom and returned to her quickly. "Very interesting Alex..." She said with a smirk on her face as I handed her my favorite pair of her panties and a medium sized butt plug, "You want me to use my underwear as a toy on you?" I nodded at her and sat down next to her, leaning against her shoulder. "Okay then Alex. I will honor your decision, silly boy." She patted me on the head and faced me, wrapping one arm around my shoulder and holding me closely. "You want my panties on your cock don't you?" She said. I nodded and looked at her bashfully. Without hesitation she dropped them down on my cock, and with began to rub the head of my cock through the silky panties. I let out a sigh of relief. She has never before touched my cock. It has been something I craved for many months, and my wish was finally coming true. My precum was visibly dampening her panties as she began to stroke my cock against them. She picked her wet panties up off my cock and stuffed them into my mouth, "Alex, get on your knees for me and let's work this plug inside of you while I let you fuck my hand." She ordered. I did so, resting my chest against the armrest of the couch. She lubed up the plug and began working it inside of me, twisting it as she pushed it in. I'd get it about halfway inside of me before she would pull it out and push it back inside. It felt amazing to have her toy with my ass as I had her hand around my cock. I relaxed my asshole for her as much as I could, but would tighten it whenever she had the plug stretching me. I wanted to wear my tight ass out for her so I could fit it all the way inside. After a few minutes she managed to slide the plug all the way in, and she congratulated me by circling her fingers around the tip of my sensitive cock, and giving it a few gentle tugs. "Alex, sit down on the couch and put your legs up and spread wide." she commanded. I did so with the plug still inside of me. She grabbed onto it and began pulling it out of me, but stopped when it was stretching me the most. "Bite down on it Alex, stretch that tight ass for me. Good boy." She began toying with my ass again, pulling it in and out slowly as she lowered her head onto my cock and took me into her mouth. I twitched as I felt her warm, wet mouth wrap around my longing cock. She rubbed her tongue against my head in a circular motion and lapped at my cock. She kept her head still and used only her lips and her tongue to play with me, while she slid the plug in and out of my ass. "Mistress, I'm going to cum, it feels so good!" I explained as I curled my toes. She kept going, but pushed my cock deeper inside of her mouth and took me deeply inside. "Mistress, I hope I have permission... This is too much for me. I can't hold it in. Mistress, please, I can't... I have to release it... Mm... miss-... Magennn." My cock spasmed and I began to shoot my load directly into my mistresses mouth. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair in complete ecstasy. She slowly withdrew from my cock and let my cum seep all over my shaking body. She kissed the head of my cock and climbed up, giving me a passionate kiss and letting me taste myself. "You're a good boy, Alex. This was to show you that I appreciate you. I hope you enjoyed it," she spoke as she smiled at me and gazed into my eyes, "Let's run you a bath and get you cleaned up now. Don't forget you still have chores to get done before the end of the day."