You walk in to the apartment lobby. I don't say hi or kiss you this time, as happy as I am to see you. I want to talk to you, but tonight I just hand you a leather collar, which you put around your neck and buckle. We walk to the lift. Alone inside, I look up at you. I stand on tiptoe and pull you down towards me. I'm excited to have you here as my toy; I'll be taking away any control you think you have. I attach a chain to your collar. It doesn't choke you, but it sure doesn't look comfortable. The buckles move as you swallow; it's really tight. I twist the chain and pull your face down towards me. I bite your full bottom lip and kiss you hard. It turns me on, I'm already slightly wet and I press myself against your body. I think you feel uncomfortable; I feel predatory. I open the door and pull you inside with me, which takes you by surprise and you fall against me a little. The contact of your body slamming into mine is exciting. Inside the room I tell you to take off your clothes, you do, but slowly enough to really piss me off, so I yank the chain to pull you down onto your knees. You're not in charge. I'm wearing a short dress and I reach between my legs to peel off my lace g-string. I scrunch it up and shove it halfway into your mouth. It's disgusting how much you like this and I pretend to be appalled. I tangle my fingers in your hair and pull you towards me. You lick slowly up the inner seam of my thigh until your face is buried between my legs and you're kissing and licking my bare pussy. I tell you to get on your hands and knees, I straddle your bare back, my naked ass perched on top of you. I have a leather paddle, its expensive, like all of my toys and you don't deserve it, but I'll use it on you anyway. You beg me to, the way a good, obedient slave should. I smack you, lightly to see what happens. I like the cracking sound it makes on your skin, so I do it some more. You moan and it sounds fake, I hit you across your ass cheeks with it, harder, a stinging slap. I reach between your legs and let my fingers trail down your ass crack and beneath, not so gently squeezing your balls. I give them a few little smacks with the leather paddle and you shout, "Ouch, fuck!" I really like this and can't help but giggle a little. I tell you that you had better get your cock nice and hard for me, that you need to grab that big cock and get it the fuck up. You start to touch yourself. I slip off your back and walk around in front of you, bending forward at my waist, so my ass is right in your face. I reach behind, cupping under your chin and force you to lick my ass. You're hard now and I want to feel your cock inside of me. I tell you to turn onto your back. Now straddling you. I reach over and pick up handcuffs, locking your hands together above your head. I don't like the way you close your eyes, so I climb up and sit on your face, gripping you by your hair. My silky pussy is pressed against your lips; your tongue flicks hungrily over my slit. I position myself back over your cock and sink down on top of you, so you're all the way deep inside my tight, hot pussy. I fuck you the way that I want it, using you like my toy. My pussy is clenching hard around your cock and it feels so good. I don't cum but I can tell you're too close. I pull your hair and slap you to bring you back. This won't do, it isn't about you, it's about me. I climb off of you and pull on my black strapon harness. You've seen this before, but this time the cock is bigger. I kneel over your face, and push it between your lips, into your mouth, force you to suck it and get it nice and wet. You do it, taking it all the way into your mouth. I push your legs open with my knees, lube it up and leaning over you, push it inside you slowly, gently. You love it, I can see this all over your face and you start to fuck yourself with it, doing the work, telling me how much you like my hard cock. I grip and stroke yours while I tell you how dirty you are, what a slut, how filthy and I decide it's time for you to take a shower. I release your hands and collar and you follow me into the bathroom. I turn on the shower taps and push you up against the wall under the jets of water. You watch me as I peel off my dress. We're both naked now and I gesture at you to sink back down the wall to sit on the floor, you do, looking up at me with anticipation. I move closer to you and press your head between my thighs, so you can barely breathe, smothering you with my pussy. I don't let you stop. You suck my clit, the way that you showed me I like and I cum hard, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Now I want to watch you cum and I lower myself down over you, grabbing your thick cock and sliding my hand up and down over it. It's the best handjob you've ever had. The sound of your moans makes my skin tingle. I tell you to pull yourself off now, your hand moves over yourself, you're harder than I've ever seen you. You know you deserve to be humiliated, degraded. You beg me for it. I move closer and spread my pussy open so you can see inside, pink and perfect. I shove two fingers into your mouth, you suck them hard. While you do I give you what I know you want, a golden shower, peeing all over your cock, a hot stream of liquid. You cum, incredibly hard, explosive, more than you ever have, over your stomach and chest. I lean down and lick it. I kiss you, your salty cum on my lips, it tastes good to me. You look so hot, sitting on the floor, long legs splayed out against the tiles. Your head rests back against the wall, a smile playing on your lips, eyes closed. You're really very beautiful. I'd like to keep you, but I kiss you sweetly and tell you "Get out", my favorite parting words.

3 November 2019

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I'm a non smoker but find female smokers sexy,....she was sitting across from me at the table in a skirt having a drink and ciggie, smoking all sexy and stuff knowing it was turning me on.she slowly opened her legs as she drew on her cigarette I slowly got up walked over to her and started sucking her swollen clit as she moaned and smoked the rest of her cigarette, we then had long intense hottt intercourse when she was finally satisfied she pushed me on my back slid down on my shaft reached for another ciggie lit it and started thrusting back and forth on me while enjoying her cigarette. She knew this was really turning me on as she leant over and pushed me with her hot smokey mouth and knew I was close, as she started grinding harder and faster as she was reaching another orgasm also.as we where climaxing together she drew on her cigarette and when finished her orgasm exhaled in pure pleasure satisfaction.she sat there wriggling her hips around getting every last drop out of me as she finished of her cigarette

18 October 2019

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"You're beautiful" as his eyes roam over my breasts he kisses down between them avoiding my hard nipples that are begging to be touched. He continues over my stomach and lightly kisses the top of my mound again painfully avoiding where he could but his mouth on or something else . He's teasing me as he kisses the insides of my thighs , I feel my legs tremble and I feel my juices not just flooding my pussy but running down to my asshole, I begin to squirm to feel some relief. He looks up at me with a stern look on his face. He crawls down the bed spreading my legs , I wrap them around his waist as he positions himself at the apex of my thighs. He slips a finger between my wet folds deep inside me and begins thrusting in and out of my sex, he crooks his finger and it hits just the right spot to make me come undone , I arch my back as my core clenches around his finger he bends forward and latches onto one of my nipples as I begin to squirt all over his hand and the sheets beneath me. "Stay still I'm not finished with you yet" He commands and I think a new load of juices flood my pussy from his commanding words. I feel his tongue slowly giving me light little licks between my folds and over my clit. I can't help but want more as I push my pussy into his face, I feel his hot breath and the vibration of his laughter against my sex. He pulls away from my clutches and I feel his cock at my entrance, he bends over me and positions the head of this cock then brings his other hand round and pinches one of my hard nipples as he pushes inside me at the same time, there is so many sensations he's picked up his rhythm with deep thrusts into my sex hitting me so deep it feels so different but also unbelievable good, he's raining kisses across my shoulder while whispering sweet dirty words in my ear. I feel the familiar swell of his cock inside me as his own orgasm builds, he grips my hips and slams into me with brutal strength of his passion with both hands and holds me to him as he digs his fingers into my skin which i know will leave marks in the morning but I don't care and I'm actually glad I'll have something to look at tomorrow to remind me of this moment.

10 October 2019

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The Hotel Bar We meet in a hotel bar, the kind of large business hotel you’d find in any city; tastefully generic. It’s reasonably quiet, mostly corporate types unwinding, a smattering of couples from out of town. I lead you to a sofa, tucked away down in a corner and sit opposite on a padded footstool. We drink our cocktails—you down yours quickly out of nervousness and I see the alcohol flush your cheeks. Our knees are touching and I hold your gaze, feeling the sexual tension between us. I lean in, gently nuzzle against your neck, and whisper in your ear... ‘You are to take off your panties and give them to me’. You’re too shy to reply, but i see your look of doubt. I take your wrist and firmly command ‘Now’. You look around. The other people in the bar are caught up in conversation and your back is to them anyway. You lift yourself up slightly off the sofa, reach up inside your dress and slide your small black panties down. I take them from your hand, slowly, methodically spreading them out on my knee, neatly folding them, and then place them in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. ‘Good girl’. I whisper We’re sitting opposite each other and I run my hands run up the sides of your thigh, touching your soft skin. I reach down, lifting your foot and placing it on the footstool between my legs. Gravity does its work and your short white satin dress slides back slightly exposing your soft, hairless pussy to my gaze. I tilt your knee slightly spreading you further open and then firmly say ‘I like this view. You are to keep your foot exactly here. I can see in your eyes a mixture of self-consciousness and excitement. You begin to smile but your eyes suddenly widen as I raise my hand to motion to the bar’s sole waiter that we’d like to order more drinks. As he walks towards us I press down on your foot, a physical reminder of the position it is to stay in. He’s a young guy, in his mid 20s. Good looking in a slightly clueless, boy next door kind of way. I can see through his tight, cheap hotel uniform that he clearly works out. ‘What can I get you guys? he innocently asks—and then I see it—a momentary shift in expression and the dart of his eyes as they catch your exposed pussy peeking from beneath your dress. He quickly looks away Your face flushes red and your eyes glare at me, but I’m enjoying this. ‘Just give me a minute’ I say as I pick up the bar menu and slowly work my way through the drink options. I can see in my peripheral vision that his head is titled towards your crotch. I feign interest in he menu. I slowly scan the options. I umm and ahh. Time crawls and I see your head tilted down in a mixture or embarrassment and desire. Finally, I ask: ‘Are your martini’s any good?’ and as I look up I catch him pulling his eyes from you, and I see the outline of his cock straining awkwardly against his tight pants. ‘Excellent sir’ he replies quickly I look down for one last, slow flick through the menu. ‘Two martini’s then’ He notes the order and as he turns to walk off I see his last fleetingly glance between your legs. With one one hand on your knee I lean in close to whisper to you, and as I do I reach down with my other hand and forcefully slide two fingers inside you, making you gasp. ‘You’ve been a very good girl’ I say. I lean back onto my footstool but keep my fingers deep inside you, my knuckles pushing in hard against your clit, your wetness growing around my fingers, and begin a slow upward stroking motion against the inside of your pubic bone. I tilt the knee of your still raised leg further out and with my leather brogue push your other foot to the side fully spreading and opening you up to me. Your dress rises higher. If anyone were to now walk past they would see your pussy fully exposed, my fingers slowly but forcefully easing in and out. Your eyes are closed in embarrassment but you’re leaning back into the sofa, unable to resist the pleasure now pulsing through your body, your wetness costing my hands. Your muscles contract and loosen against my fingers, rising in speed and intensity, and I feel the heat in your body as it reaches toward climax. But, right at that moment, I withdraw my fingers. You eyes part in surprise and frustration. ‘I was so...’ you begin, but I cut you off. ‘Shhhh... Open your mouth’. I command and as you hesitantly part your lips I slide my sex covered fingers inside. I hold them there, warm with saliva and the salty taste of your wetness. ‘Our waiter is on the way back with our drinks but the reception back here is terrible and I need to make a call’, I say, slowly beginning to rise. ‘You are to stay like this. Exactly like this. You are not to sit forward. You are not to shift your feet. You are not to reposition your thighs, to smooth down your dress, or shift in any way. Do you understand?’ I ask firmly With my fingers still in your mouth you nod yes. ‘Our boy waiter will come and place napkins on the table. You are not to move. He will put our martini’s down on those napkins and you will still not move. You will give him this credit card’ I say, placing it into your hand, ‘to pay for the drinks and still you will not move.’ ‘You will look into his eyes as he takes the card from you and charges our drinks. And if he smiles at you, you will politely smile back, but you will do nothing to bring your thighs closer together. Even as he looks down at your soaking pussy. Even as you see him adjust his cock in his pants. Even as he thinks about reaching down and touching you. You will stay here like this, without moving until he has finished his work, however slowly he chooses to complete that work, however long he stares, until he is finished and returns to the bar. Do you understand?’ Again you nod yes. And with that I stand, slowly slide my fingers out of your mouth, and leave you spread wide, exposed and helpless on the sofa.

7 October 2019

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I could feel them sliding all along me, between me. The warmth of the oil only adding to the sensation. Soft moaning and the occasional gasp was all that could be heard...other than the faint sound of writhing limbs. In that darkened and warm room and having sight removed - forcing all other senses to come alive! As someone's finger grazed my nipple, another held my neck gently and softly breathed in my ear. When the hand between my legs began to make its way further upwards, I slightly parted my thighs. A hot tongue traced my lips and parted them. My nipples now stiffening to the many hands caressing them, my neck being kissed and now a soft tongue darting into my waiting mouth. Parting my legs further, I was aware that there was now 2 pairs of hands sliding their way along my inner thigh. Until now, I'd been lost in lips and breasts being fondled but the warmth spreading through my groin made me almost painfully aware that I might be moments from having so many hands and fingers touching and teasing my swollen outer lips and I was dripping with my own juices...mingling with the musky scent from the oil. I felt the warm oil being poured over myself again just adding to the sensation taking me to a place where I was losing all inhibition. I reached my hand to the left and felt a smooth cock fitting between my fingers as I slid them either side of the hard, thick shaft. I was momentarily frozen when all of a sudden, I could feel a tongue circling around my protruding clit and then as 1 finger entered my dripping wet pussy. Then the 2nd finger... Every sensation was on fire. My nipples and mouth, my clit and pussy. Still stroking the magnificent cock I pulled it closer to my mouth and only placed my mouth over his knob which I could feel was throbbing beneath his foreskin and only just protruding slightly...I licked him suggestively and then stopped. I could hear others cumming, crying out in sheer ecstasy and I realised that I was one of those people. I had been cumming into the mouth of whoever was also teasing my clit, my nipples were so hard but still so smooth with oil all over my body. Once again, we began to move...

14 September 2019

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She is bent over the table, her ankles tied to the table legs so that her legs are spread exposing her cunt where a large dildo stretches it out. A ball gag fills her mouth and a blindfold prevents her from enjoying the city view from the hotel suite windows. The sound of the TV fills the air, sounds of gunfire and shouting as some police drama plays. He’s not interested in the TV, for he has a better show to watch. He sees her moving her ass back and forth, knowing she is feeling the dildo rub against the inside of her cunt. He growls, and she instantly stops, knowing that its not there for her pleasure but his. Walking over to the table, he pushes her head down onto the table and holding it there with one hand, slaps her ass, enjoying the sight of the reddened skin and her muffled yelps. He says not a word, and walks back to the sofa and enjoys his cold beer. She can hear her breathe harsh in her ears, her ass throbbing from the spanking, her cunt clenching the dildo while on the edge of an orgasm. As she starts to calm her body down, she realises the hotel door has opened, new voices are heard. She can hear the rustling sound of clothes being shed, footsteps coming closer. A belt strikes her already tender buttocks, once, twice, three times as she shrieks into the ball gag. He trails the end of the belt up her back, watching her skin twitch. Moving to be by her head, he removes her gag and blindfold, telling her to look at him. Staring into her eyes, he says “Remember you are MY slut”. Walking to stand behind her, he strikes her ass with belt one more time before pulling out the dildo. Knowing how his slut enjoys being beaten, he’s not surprised to see her cum flow down her legs. Stepping back to the sofa that he has positioned for the best view, he waves his hand at the men standing nearby, indicating they can commence. She feels a thick cock push into her cunt, hearing the man say how wet the slut is. Before she can agree with him, a hand grabs a fistful of her hair, lifting her head up so she can take the cock in front into her mouth. A firm grip on her head keeps her in place while her mouth is fucked. She can’t help but cum, with her cunt and mouth filled with cock. It is the first of many orgasms over the next couple of hours, as she is moved around the suite, taken in more ways than she thought possible. She opens her eyes, coming back from the floaty space the last orgasm had sent her. The room is quiet, she can feel cum drying on her skin, the sheets beneath her wet from her squirting. As she focuses her eyes, she can see him sitting on a chair, watching her. She starts to close her legs, pull the sheets to cover her nakedness when he growls, the primal sound pausing her hands from moving. As he stands up, she sees he is holding the riding crop, tapping it against his leg. He quietly says one word “Position”. He watches her move her body into the required position on the bed. Kneeling head down, arms stretched out in front, ass raised in the air for inspection. Her cunt is on display, red from being fucked for hours, wet from her clear enjoyment, dried cum flaking on her skin. He flicks the crop so that it hits her cunt first, enjoying her squeal of pain. Moving back and forth around the bed, he strikes her over and over, calling her a filthy whore, a cum slut, holes to be used. She shrieks agreement until he tells her to be quiet, the sounds of the crop hitting flesh becoming the only sound. A grip on her hair pulls her up into a kneeling position, and without being told she moves into the desired position, hands behind back, pushing her breasts out. The crop is run across her breasts, tapping first one nipple, then the next. After a strike on each breast that leaves her gasping, he tosses the crop to the floor. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out nipple clamps on a heavy chain. After attaching to each swollen nipple, he slaps each breast, grinning at her fighting the instinct to cover them with her hands against the command to stay in place. He grabs her by the hair and marches her to the sofa in the next room, bending her over the arm so her breasts are hanging free. He knows the weight of the chain will pull down on her nipples, adding to the pain. Standing behind her, he starts to put his hand into her cunt, her juices helping it to slide in. As she starts to move away, he holds her still with a hand on her back, while fisting her harder and faster. The intense feeling of her cunt filled with his hand washes over her. She can feel an orgasm building and she gasps out a request to cum. Denied, she whimpers and tries to fight the urge to drown in the sensations he is causing. She can hear someone begging, pleading for release and realises it is her. Denied again, she hears him say he must tell him what she is. She screams out that she is a whore, a slut and he says its not good enough. Pulling out his drenched hand, he enjoys the sight of her stretched out cunt. Unzipping his pants, he runs the tip of his cock around the edges, enjoying the sound of her pleading to fuck her, to let her cum. He thrusts into her hard, and the sound of the nipple chain jingling only spurs him on more, knowing the mix of pain and pleasure is driving her even more crazed with the need to cum. Grabbing her hair to pull her head back towards him, thrusting those breasts out more, he asks her once again what she was. Frantic words of being his slut, his fuck toy, his cunt, spill out of her mouth, desperate to get release. He growls out “No you are my good girl’ and enjoys the sensation of her cunt squeezing his cock while she cums hard, those words the release she has been looking for.

13 September 2019

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As I stand eyes closed.... naked.... vulnerable... I feel my blind fold be placed over my face. My heart starts to flutter... I feel his fingers ever so gently trace my skin along my neck... Suddenly my heart skips a beat, as I feel his hot breathe on my neck... He has to catch me as my knees go weak... I can't control my wet mess that's now moistening the insides of my thighs.... Each breath he edges ever so close yet just far enough from my now tingling skin..... Dom knows he has me.... I'm his... Always will be his babydoll....

10 September 2019

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In a room filled with the aroma of burning incense, relaxing candle light and appropriate music playing, and for you a fresh glass of sparkling, with strawberry, with dipping chocolate on the side.......... .. I would first have you tied to the bed posts by each arm and leg, bonded by a light scarf, laying on your tummy you would also be blindfolded. I would then proceed to heighten your senses by beginning to lightly touch the back part of your body with a scarf, from there proceed to lightly touch the places I found to be most sensitive with a feather, not tickle but enlighten. Next a relaxing head to toe body massage with orange coconut oil would then have you in an even more relaxed state. At this point it would be time to turn over, with your head to toe massage continued on your front. Your front would be in reverse order with the more robust massage, first followed by a lighter massage then soft touching with the scarf finally the feather. From here I would then perform a body slide up and down your front; my hard cock by this time would be felt all over. My lips & tongue would then devour all those little places on your body I found to be extra sensitive, all the while leaving your, by now aching pussy untouched. Soft kisses all over the lips, face, breasts, but not your nipples, inner thigh and feet. More soft touching with the scarf would heighten your expectations. Then I would feed you your strawberry put the champagne to your lips, then French kiss. Now the little parts that I have ignored i.e. Your pussy and nipples would be tantalized by feather, lips, tongue and a throbbing rod, no penetration, just teasing. Next I would present my cock to your lips after I had dipped it in the champagne, from here you would drink. By now it would be almost time to give you what you want my throbbing cock inside your wet wet wet pussy, but alas not yet. My fingers tongue lips would bring you to climax first, where immediately after you have cum, I would fuck you whilst you were still tied unable to have any control of how it was done, but overcome with pleasure you would have not one care………

1 September 2019

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My FWB pushes me up against the couch, spreading my legs wide then slides his hand between them. I push back against him, enjoying his touch. He slaps my ass and laughs. I feel his hands sliding down my legs, his tongue following their journey. A long slide of his tongue here, a quick flick of his tongue there. Sensual and making me quiver. Then I feel his tongue between my legs, making me wet instantly. As he tongue fucks my pussy, I grip the couch for stability as my legs go weak. He laps expertly at my clit, drawing it between his lips and sucking hard. I let out a loud gasp, oh god that feels so good. I can’t wait to return the favour and have that cock between my lips. My legs continue to shake and I can barely hold on to the couch but he continues on until I let out a loud moan of satisfaction. Getting up he leads me to the front of the couch and sits down, I notice that he is deliciously naked. ‘Take off your clothes, get on your knees and suck me’ he says. Who am I to refuse? I slide my dress and bra off, then kneel in front of his cock. I stick out my tongue and lick his balls, then his cock. Moving forward with my hands on the floor, I take his cock into my mouth and suck firmly. I love the feeling of a man’s cock going hard in my mouth. ‘Look into my eyes as you suck my cock’ he says. I always feel shy doing this but oblige him. His hands sit on the back of my head, grasping my hair and guiding his cock into my mouth. Gently pushing himself deeper into my mouth. As I continue to suck, I hear a noise but can’t place it. Then I feel hands on my ass, I freeze in place but the hands on my head continue to pull me against his cock. ‘Keep sucking. My friend is here to play. I told him about your wet pussy and he wanted to experience it for himself’. I’m shocked but feeling very turned on at the thought of two men playing with my body, so I wiggle by ass at the stranger behind me. ‘Good girl, you’ll enjoy this’. The man behind me plays with my ass cheeks, grasping them, almost pinching. One hand slides between my legs and feels for the wetness there. ‘I see I have great timing’ mutters the stranger. He slides two fingers deep inside me and proceeds to finger fuck my pussy. So, here I am on my knees with a stranger behind me finger fucking me in the most delicious manner and my mouth wrapped around the cock of my FWB. Great night so far. Fingers make their way to my nipples, tweaking them into points. Hands grab my tits, massaging and grasping them. I love the sensations running through my body right now. ‘I want her lips on my cock’ says my new friend behind me. His fingers slide out of my pussy and I let out a sound of disappointment. I stand and slide myself onto my FWB’s cock, grinding back and forth. The new guy stands beside me and I lean back slightly, taking his cock in my mouth. Trying to keep my concentration is getting harder and harder, as is the cock in my mouth. I move my hips back and forth, back and forth. So goddam good, I’m going to cum if I keep this going and tell the men. ‘Mmmm good baby, cum for us.’ The cock in my mouth slides out so I can concentrate on riding my FWB. I grasp the strangers cock with one hand, working it up and down. I grab his shoulders and ride him like I stole him. Back and forth, over and over as the momentum builds in my pussy. Suddenly, FWB pushes forward and drives himself deep into me, tipping me over the edge. I cum hard against him, my pussy clenching hard against his cock. ‘Oh godddddddddddd. My body starts to come back to itself and I realise that the men have being talking to me. ‘What?’ I ask. They both just shake their heads, help me up and lead me to the bedroom.

25 August 2019

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I return from my day Sweat and dirt atop my brow Yet my aches and pains vanish When I see her face somehow The norm, our regular has been routine now for a while She hears my keys as I walk in And there to greet me is her smile Her arms around my neck, Her form pressed against me tightly Our lips entwine in sheer relief This was us daily, this was us nightly Until one Thursday afternoon, “Early knock off” was the call I was excited to get home early However I wasn’t prepared at all I wasn’t prepared for her rushing When my bags hit the floor I wasn’t prepared when behind her She slammed our bedroom door Not as excited as I‘d hoped Was the crumpled look upon her face “What?” she grunted walking past me Her mouth void of its’ usual grace “Is everything ok?” I asked As I joined her while she cooked Shruggingly she replied “yeah, what’s with the dirty looki?” I turned toward the bedroom I could simply take no more “No!” She yelped “Please don’t!” Through my soul those words tore I stayed my course steady Fists and teeth both clenched tight “I’m going to punish them!” my mind screamed I was intent on murder, not maybe, not might I threw the door open, Till it came to an abrupt halt Our sheets and pillows; on the floor Yet no one attempted to bolt The windows shut, the wardrobe open Not another person in sight As the sun was bidding us farewell I turned and switched on the light And there on our bed did lay The reason for my blood to boil A whip, a cane and leather cuffs A paddle, rope and massage oil I turn to find my vixen smiling Collar in hand, apron on the floor “I’m sorry Sir, did I scare you? Was I a naughty little whore?” And with that my eyes shot red “Yes you were, and for it you’ll pay” “Come here..!” I gestured angrily She sauntered over and on the bed did lay Her mood more playful than mine She saw not what her prank had caused I could see she wasn’t prepared for the next, I shut my eyes, inhaled then paused She looked at me and realisation hit; Her mouth went from giggle to worry “I didn’t mean to alarm you Sir.... if I did, I’m so very sorry” I calmed my breathing and focussed And as I fastened her collar I said “I know but this is what you wanted... now hush, turn over and spread“ “But Sir...”, “It’s ok“ I assured her “There is never a need to beg” On went one wrist cuff then the other Then a cuff on her left and right leg Once she was secured I caressed, Her arse, her thighs, her gorgeous back! Then, a squeal in utter surprise As my whip came down with a “CRACK!” She wriggled and writhed on her belly As if it were freedom she sought “Are you happy now my little princess?” “Yes Sir......happy that I was caught” The second and third crack sent her shuddering Her arse propped in perfect shape and size With my cock now harder than iron I positioned myself tween her thighs I poured oil down her back from a height She arched to send it flowing south “Please sir” she asked “before you take me...” “Please Sir, please kiss my mouth?” Every bit of rage, anger and fury In that moment instantly fell away I untied then rolled her over And on my chest her head lay And in that embrace, our bond reaffirmed It was solid, an unwavering rock Her head tilted up and “Please Sir” she whispered ... “If it’s ok, may I please suck your..........” Health, Love and Happiness MrWoof xx

20 August 2019

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I sat down to a warm meal The air filled with frosty bite The house quiet but for the clank of my spoon All was dark, leave the hallway light I sat with my friend; Silence Who’d stayed with me through it all She listened with hushed attention To the joys of each climb, the pain of each fall She’d kept me company day and night Nery a moment leaving my side So much so that it was rather odd When on this eve, she left me to hide She was startled by a familiar sound One she’d heard a thousand times before She was not scared, nor concerned, nor worried Because to this sound; there was always much more The creak, the thud, the footsteps The jangling sound that was to follow Were once best friends with Elation But had recently befriended Sorrow I forgave my companion for leaving As the jangle came to a stop She reached down and cradled my hand One hand underneath mine, her other on top “Sorry” she said quiet clearly Sincerity? Yes. But I had heard not Her reason, her cause, her why So I looked up and asked “For what?” “I’m sorry” her reply. “I was wrong”, Eyes shut and head bowed down Five months and 28 days Since she’d left with this King’s crown I reclaimed my hand from her hold And as I‘d suddenly lost my hunger I scraped my meal into the bin But she was to wait a little longer I looked her up and down Shocked and sad at what I saw In her search to “find herself” She’d sadly lost so much more Her attire, her make up, her hair Were another’s, she wasn’t SHE She wasn’t who I’d proclaimed as mine And whom always I said, would be I had forgiven her months ago But I could never make her stay She had to do so willingly, Not “perhaps” and not “I may” She then poured her heart out to me Tales of the world that she’d sought Sad stories of how it turned to be Nothing like what she had thought “You are my King” she stuttered “And I wish to be Queen once again” “What must I do? Must I beg? Must I cry?” “Must I prove my love as you did; through pain?” “Must I write you words as you have written So many, many times before?” ”NO!” I said sternly, and pointed, “Your clothes......there...on the floor” She nodded, stood, and with hands shaking She peeled layers till she was bare “The bedroom?” she asked so meekly “No...”, I pointed to the sofa, “Right there!” She sat, I looked and waited Slowly she then laid on her back My hands still warm from dinner Brushed her inner thigh, then.....smack! She took her cue as an order and unveiled Her pussy with legs widely parted I placed my palm gently over it My mouth, on her’s, is where I started She held my face as we kissed My hand never leaving her mound My kisses slowly moved lower Till her erect nipples they found She gasped as my tongue danced over them Through clenched teeth came a faint “yes....” Her thighs clenching my hand tight As firmer against her pussy I pressed Tasting my way down her stomach Like a feline, she arched her back As I felt wet warmth on my fingers I gave her smooth pussy another smack She moaned, a little louder this time “Please..!” came her cry of utter need “Taste me!” she begged..... “Please taste me!” “Taste? No precious; I‘m here to FEED!” Her pelvis my lips first brushed Her legs continued to spread wide Her scent brought back sweet memories Of my tongue, when inside her it’d slide “Not yet” I told myself “Savour the journey” repeated in my head So around her pussy I skirted And kissed down her thighs instead She moaned in frustration at me I could tell she was in a bother My warm breath on her pussy she felt First kissing one thigh, then the other I continued south down her legs My mouth not missing an inch As I kissed her feet my hand reached up And gave her now throbbing clitoris a pinch I squeezed her twat, she sighed It’d gone months without my touch It was time however to oblige her That which she yearned for so much I slithered up her warm, smooth body It was clear; the hunger in my eyes It took but a soft, tongue drenched kiss To feel the dripping eruption tween her thighs She screamed and pulled my head in deeper As I lapped, and sucked and tasted She exploded all around my mouth But not a drop was going to be wasted What didn’t drizzle slowly down my throat Was dripping from her tight honey pot The wetter and tighter her pussy became The harder and harder I got She wriggled and shook underneath me My mouth latched to her clit Then softly I detached from her pussy, Undressed and beside her I did sit She lunged towards my manhood Both hands gripping as if to paddle Her mouth open wide but as she came closer I lifted and spun her into a straddle Her drenched cunt found its’ way to my erection “I’m too tight...” she said with innocent fear I smacked her arse once, and then again And watched my cock inside her disappear Her eyes shot open, she gasped “That’s so deep!” she loudly exclaimed As she slid herself up and down my shaft Moaning loudly; thrust and momentum both gained With clasped palms around my neck “Hold on” I said, “Now lift” She did as I’d asked without question In anticipation of my pending gift And as her pelvis lifted and left mine I felt her warmth all over me drip I raised my cock to her opening Then pushed through her wet, hungry pussy lips With each thrust the sounds grew louder Drenched slapping, then the words I‘d been waiting to hear Her eyes shut, she inhaled then “I’m coming on your cock!” she gasped in my ear And with those words and her explosion My arousal I could no longer subside She looked straight into my eyes and said “I feel your cock growing inside” Then as her screams became louder, My thrusts were nowhere near tame. With her juices cascading down my thighs..... Deep and hard, inside her I came I filled her pussy with my seed That’s when she began to shout “I’m coming again! Please baby....” “Please baby, don’t pull out!” As I slowed down, our gaze still firmly Locked into each other’s eyes Despite both panting in exhaustion She had for me another surprise She lifted herself off my lap Twas her turn to venture south My cock still hard, still throbbing She took me into her mouth She took at my cock with great vigour Stroking and sucking, and that was when I grabbed a fist full of her hair and thrusting upwards Down her throat, I came again She swallowed and sucked unrelenting Till I could take no more And as I lifted her head up off my cock; We collapsed in a heap on the floor And there we sat in sombre embrace For what seemed like an entire forever “I’m sorry you stopped loving me” she sobbed “Stopped?” I whispered, “No. Never!”

20 August 2019

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Entwined were her and I A lazy Sunday afternoon Her head on my chest, my arm around her We were neither fork nor spoon Her leg atop me using mine To gently press against her She heard my heart beat, as I stroked her hair Other than that, not a stir The shades were drawn Views of mountains before dark Without a word uttered, neither prompted or planned It was just there; that mutual spark She tilted upwards t’ords me Her eyes rolled up in her head With a hunger I’d seen before, my eyes turned to her lips Where “please Sir” I read It took only my head to nod She propped herself to a sit And there she stayed, patiently in waiting Watching as a candle I lit The room dark but for a single glow Enough to see her slender nape As she stood and stretched, her back did arch Farewelling the world, I drew the drape She stood in silence, in waiting I predatorily circled my muse Her anticipation abundant, obvious and apparent As if saying “please light the fuse” A soft “crack” was heard, she jumped Flinching at the brush of a soft whip Her response was instant; she was eager to obey Without instruction, she started to strip A vision of beauty affront me If offered anything, I wouldn’t Exchange, not even for the world Her? No! I simply couldn’t Between soft straps, and pinches Between smacks and strokes What seemed like minutes was hours She begged with her eyes to be choked Face to face I could see her lip Quivering, but not a word said My eyes prompted her, I looked at the ground She knelt, and on my belt laid her head Moving behind her I crouched Her breasts in my hands, tight As I rolled her nipples tween my fingers The warmth within her grew, then; the bite As the mayhem built and her hips swayed “Touch it” I whispered, and that she did It took but a touch, her fingers drenched And into space she slid Her eyes rolled back, I saw nothing but white “P...plea....please Sir”... she pleaded I didn’t wait, with my hand around her throat “Now!” I gently commanded, she conceded Falling limp as the build up exploded, In my arms, safely she lay I neither encouraged or directed Leaving her to find her way Her body shuddering, shaking Violently she curled Into a ball which I gladly enveloped Protecting her; she is my world And there we stayed, Seated on the candle lit floor She looked up at me, tears streaming “I love you” came a voice My thoughts...... “Who could ask for more?” MrWoof

20 August 2019

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"Sorry, Ms. Johnson," he called out. "Is it okay if I come get the ball." It was the son of her next-door neighbors, whom she had evidently not seen in a few years, because he was all but grown. "Sure, it's okay, come on in. It's over there," she said pointing to the ball. As he walked in, she removed her sunglasses and cleared her eyes. "Andrew? Is that you?" she asked with a tone of amazement. "Yeah, it's me," he called back. Kate stared for a moment as she watched him walk over to retrieve his basketball. He was only wearing shorts and sneakers and his well-toned slim body was glistening with sweat. "I almost didn't recognize you," Kate said to him as he picked up the ball. "Yeah, it's been a while," he responded as he walked over to where she was sitting. "I'm a junior in college now. I don't come home too often. Just thought I would shoot a few hoops like I used to—sorry to disturb you. The ball got away from me." "No, no, that's okay," she assured him. "You're not disturbing me." By now she was had put her sunglasses back on so that she could check him out without him seeing her eyes move over his body. She was caught off guard by how the sight of him stirred such shameless feelings in her. As they talked, mentally, she was debating whether or not she should have given in to the urge to sun in the nude and found herself going through erotic scenarios in her mind of what would have happened if he opened the gate and found her naked. "Pull yourself together," she thought as she chastised herself for thinking such things. Over the next several minutes they caught up on the events of the last few years since they had lived next door to one another for the last eight years. He had heard about Kate's divorce and told her he was sorry to hear about it, but noted that he never liked her husband anyway. Kate just laughed and agreed he had been a difficult man and was glad to have moved on from that relationship. "I'm glad you didn't move away," Andrew added, suddenly aware that his only reason for being glad was he "had a thing for her" for as long as he could remember. All he could think to say by way of an explanation for his happiness to have her still there was the feeble sounding comment, "You've always been a good neighbor." He cringed when he heard himself say that. "How lame," he thought to himself. Of course, he could not say, "I'm glad you didn't move away because I get an erection every time I see you." So, at that point, the conversation fell kind-of flat. In an attempt to break to sudden awkward silence, Kate blurted out, "You look hot," she said before she thought. To her embarrassment, her lust-filled thoughts had just slipped out! Before she could say anything else, apparently not noticing her tone, he simply responded, "Yeah, it's hot out here today." "Whew, that was close," she thought, being relieved he didn't realize she was talking about him. Then further trying to cover her lustful feelings she was afraid were showing, she said, "Why don't you cool off in the pool. Go ahead jump in, it'll feel good." "Really? Are you sure?" he responded with enthusiasm. "Are you sure you don't mind?" "I don't mind at all," Kate assured him. "I'll have to swim in my shorts. Don't have a swimsuit here." He announced as he removed his shoes and socks. "That will be fine," Kate answered as she continued to check him out. No sooner had he removed his shoes than he was in the refreshing water swimming about. Kate just sat back and watched, enjoying the company and the scene and indulging in a little fantasizing about Andrew and thinking, she should have just told him to go skinny-dipping. She was just noticing her body becoming stimulated, when her thoughts were interrupted by Andrew calling out to her, suggesting she join him in the pool—to cool off of course. A bit hesitant at first, she agreed she needed to cool off. She meant it more than one way, but doubted he had a clue. It was inconceivable to her that he would find her the least bit attractive. She was at least ten years older than him and she was no college girl. However, after several minutes in the water, Andrew became more playful than she expected. First, it was just a brush of his body as he moved past her or the brush or touch of his hand as she sat on the edge of the pool while they talked. Innocent enough. Easily explained. In reality, being in the pool with Kate had been a fantasy of Andrew's. Naturally, his fantasy involved sex. Nevertheless, the more real it became the more bold he felt and the bolder he became the more he was convinced he was smooth enough and man enough to handle this older woman who had been at the center of his dreams for the last several years. Kate was beginning to realize there was more to his actions than she had thought, especially as she found herself pressed between the side of the pool and his body. He wasn't forcing himself on her, he was actually trying to make it seem like and playful hug, but the unmistakable feel of his erection pressed against her ass ruled out "just playing." She was actually not offended or upset, but at this point welcomed the attention. She found herself essentially leaning back into him, a reaction which he welcomed by reaching around her waist and embracing her. Then nuzzling her neck, he moved to kissing her shoulder. Kate only cooed with approval which emboldened Andrew and he was soon cupping her firm breasts in his hands. Slowly he massaged them through the top of her swimsuit before slipping it up and freeing her tits. That brought a gasp from her, but not disapproval. Instead, she was focused on the hard cock she had reached back and grabbed hold of just moments before. His shorts were still covering him, but she could easily distinguish its length and girth, and hardness. Spinning around and facing him, they kissed passionately for just a moment before Andrew confided he had a crush on her for years and had fantasized about doing something like this with her many times. All Kate could say in response was, "We need to go inside." Both laughed and hurried from the pool to her house. Once in the house, they stripped one another of what clothing they were still wearing—pausing only to grope and kiss one another. Quickly, both were naked and each paused shortly to fully take in the naked form of the other. Andrew's eyes moved over the uncovered curves of Kate's body, mentally comparing it to his masturbatory fantasies—it was more amazing than he imagined. Then reach out his hands he slowly moved his hands over her body, tracing every curve. She was everything he dreamed she would be and more. Kate, on the other hand, had never thought of Andrew, but now she was consuming every inch of his body—especially his solid erection that boldly stood out as if taunting her to reach for it. Leaning forward she started to kiss him, but suddenly leaned back as if she had just awoken from a dream. "What am I doing?" she said questioning herself in a tone of disbelief. Andrew responded with a confused look and the question, "What do you mean?" Explaining herself, she replied, "I shouldn't be doing this. I've known you since you were a young teenage. If your parents knew what we were doing they would freak! "It's okay," Andrew began to reassure her, "They will never find out. Besides, I'm not that young kid anymore. I'm an adult now—almost finished with college." "I know, but..." she started to counter. "But nothing," he shushed her, stepping back and gesturing to his naked body and full hard-on, he asked rhetorically in a confident tone, "Does this look like the body of a boy?" Gazing at his body, and wanting badly to feel his protruding cock inside her, she responded hesitantly, "No," adding after a brief pause, "No, not at all." Now offering him a playful smile, she became visibly relaxed and, stepping forward, reached out and took hold of his erection, slowly stroking it as they began to kiss. Andrew's hands now began roaming over her body while he kissed her neck—she returning his kisses with more of the same. Then she slipped downward from his embrace, her hands sliding down his bare chest and onto his hips as he felt her mouth go down on his cock. The warmth of her mouth and the feel of her tongue weakened his knees for a moment causing him to release a loud moan out of a sense of pure pleasure. Spurred on by his reaction she took his cock deep and began sucking him hungrily. Looking down, wanting to watch her work, he pulls her hair up and holds it out of the way. Her head in his hand and his cock in her mouth the urge to begin thrusting his cock in her mouth was overwhelming. At that point, he knew her could wait no longer. He had to fuck her. Dropping down, his member slips from her mouth, disappointed and confused she looked up at him as if to question "why." Without a word, he lifts her to her feet and, reaching down, takes hold of each of her legs just below her buttocks, lifting her upward. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His hands now cradle the cheeks of her firm round ass and she feels the head of his cock moving around, brushing against her, as if trying to decide which of her opening to enter. Andrew looks into her eyes as he begins to walk toward the large couch nearby. "I have had a crush on you forever," he tells her with a smile. Now lowering her down onto the couch and adding, "And I have fantasied about fucking you the whole time." He informs her with an impish grin. As he positions himself on top of her and between her legs, she responds coyly, "You have?" adding in a naïve tone, the good-natured taunt, "I really never noticed you." "Oh really?" Andrew responds in a quiet but assertive voice. "Well, tell me it you notice this," as he suddenly thrust his hardened cock into her soaking wet cunt filling her up and going deep. Her eyes widened in surprise as she gasps and then shouts, "Oh...yes! I definitely noticed that!" Having plunged in as deeply as possible, to her delight, he now begins piston-like thrusting to which she responds by drawing her knees upward and spreading her thighs wider to give him maximum accessibility. Minutes later, when she is finally able to compose herself and settle into the rhythm of their motions, she begins to enjoy the feel of his body and of his firm cock filling her up. Andrew is lost in the moment when she whispers in his ear in a sensual voice, "Is it like you thought it would be?" Stopping shortly, he answers her in a whisper, "No," he said, pausing for effect, "It's better than anything I could have imagined," before kissing her deeply. Kate throws her head back as she laughs with delight. Now feeling confident, she grabs his ass cheeks firmly in her hands as she tries to pull him in deeper and harder. Her knees recoiled upward, she focuses on the crown of his cock as it brushes her g-spot over-and-over until she feels the sweet release of her long-awaited orgasm. Her body tenses, rocking with his motions, then her legs shoot out straight, stiffened with ecstasy, holding him in a vise-like grip until the feeling subsides. Looking up at him, Kate says simply, "Let me on top." Eager to please, Andrew withdraws and sits back on the couch waiting to see what she has in mind. Kate enthusiastically gets up and without any further explanation plants herself astride his lap, pausing only long enough to guide him into her before beginning to ride him slowly. Obviously pleased with herself, she smiles at him and asks, "How does that feel?" "It feels great," is his response as his hands begin rubbing her ass and thighs. "Yeah, it does feel good," she responds as she begins massaging her own breasts and playfully pinching her nipples. Andrew smiles with approval as he admires her ample breasts. Seeing his appreciation for her body, leaning in, she cups one of her breasts and offers it to him. Enthusiastically he opens his mouth and takes her soft flesh in an oral embrace gently sucking her nipple. It feels so good to Kate that she finds herself clasping her hands around the back of his head and forcefully burying his face in her bosom. Andrew's excited indulgence spurs an increase in her rocking motion and soon she is grinding her pussy down onto his ridged erection and moaning with delight. Andrew responds by kneading her butt cheeks with both hands while indulging his lust for the feel of a woman's breasts, by burying his face in her cleavage while kissing and sucking them to his fill. Groaning with every new sensation, each is lost in the moment. For Andrew it is the fulfillment of a long-held fantasy. For Kate this was the raw sex she had been needing for some time now. Knowing this young man had been dreaming of her and this moment made it perfect. Kate and Andrew both realized about the same time they were close to climaxing. For Kate the feel of being on the verge of an orgasm was almost as pleasurable as experiencing one. For Andrew, there was an urgency to release that was quickly building and all he could think of was how and when it was going to end. In the heat of passion, he had never thought of it, but now he realized he had not been wearing a condom. He did not want to say anything to Kate that would ruin the moment. Momentary panic set in, the thought of him getting her pregnant briefly shook him. How would he explain that to mom and dad? As it turned out, maybe he was not so far removed from his teenage days as he had thought! Regaining his focus and trying to position himself so that he had more control over how it would end, he pushed her back slightly and looking up at her said abruptly, but politely, "Get on your knees." Surprised slightly by the change of pace, but eager to let him fulfill his fantasy, she willingly complied and soon was on her knees on the couch, resting her elbows on the arm of the couch. He was ready to enter her from behind, but the sight of her lovely derriere elevated slightly and her looking back at him with a smile was enough to cause him to pause long enough to admire her body one more time. Restless to feel him inside again, she wiggled her ass at him playfully and, he taking the signal for what it was, guided the tip of his cock to her opening and began teasingly to slip it up and down the length of her opening. Being more experienced, Kate ended the suspense by thrusting her ass bank into him, causing him to penetrate her before he could respond. With that, she looked back at him and informed him with a laugh and a wicked tone, "I don't like to wait." "I can see that," he replied as he resumed plunging himself into her from this new angle. The visual and physical experience soon had Andrew near his point of release. Everything was combining to send him over the edge. It was the faint ripples in the flesh of her ass caused by the impact of his hips colliding with her ass. It was the sight of her breasts swaying forward and back he could see reflected in mirror on her wall, the look of ecstasy on her face, and the feel of his cock sliding through the tight embrace of her warm and wet pussy, was finally all too much. His orgasm was announced only by his loud groan and his interrupted announcement of, "I'm about to..." Forcing himself to withdraw was an exercise in sheer willpower, but he did at the last possible moment, releasing a warm stream of cum onto her just outside her opening and then onto her lower back. The pleasure was so intense that he was speechless for the first few seconds of his ejaculation. Then, seeing his cum covering her, he was concerned about her reaction. Immediately, he began to apologize, "I'm so sorry! I realized I wasn't wearing a condom and didn't want to cum inside you, but..." Kate placed her finger over her lips in a motion meant to quiet him. "It's okay," she said with a smile. Having felt the warm liquid on her skin, Kate looked back as she took her hand and felt for it. Casually wiping her hand across her buttocks, much to his horror, she found her hand covered in warm cum. Starting to apologize again, she interrupted him again, "I said it was okay. Of course," she continued, "looks like we will need to shower now." With a wink of her eye and a tug on his cock, she added as she started out of the room, "And I mean together ... and now." Relief mixed with excitement as her meaning crystalized in Andrew's mind. Maybe he was grown now, but Kate had just made him aware that he had a lot to learn. He could only hope she was the one who was going to teach him. Seeing her pause in the doorway, and motion with her index finger to come hither, his hopes began to rise —along with something else—at the thought of what was to come and he eagerly following her down the hallway.

14 August 2019

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I have a friend living in a country town north of Melbourne who I would visit. For a tease and laugh, I liked to walk to her front door naked and watch her squeal with laughter and tell me to come in before her neighbours saw me. A few times I had her take pictures of her new “garden gnome” and send them to some of her friends. Such a turn on! I have a fantasy about visiting her and the following occurring, it hasn’t happened as yet. (Have posted some pics of me in the sarong mentioned below) A Sunday drink I have arrived at my friend’s place for a drink, I’m wearing my sarong and a tee shirt (nothing underneath as usual). She has three girlfriends with her and they are sitting out on her veranda having drinks, I grab a beer and sit next to my friend. My sarong is short, and when I shift or pull out my knee, my balls are exposed for a moment, something two of the girls notice. They are waiting for me to move again to see what they can. Each time I move, I expose myself a little more openly, and for longer. One of the friends says my sarong is... quite interesting and looks good. I reposition myself leaning back on my friend, splaying my leg out, leaving my balls out, with my penis being visible momentarily. All are now watching me and waiting for my next movement now, and I’m enjoying them looking at me. As I get up to go to the toilet, my friend lifts up my sarong, fully exposing me to the women. The women smile, enjoying the view. I stayed a moment, enjoying them looking at my penis. While in the toilet I take off my tee, and rearrange my sarong to show a full leg to tease them all. More drinks are had, and I’m exposing my balls more regularly, and my cock, which is growing now, is also exposed. My friend pulls my sarong across, fully exposing me, then pulls the drawstring undoing the sarong, and it now just sits loosely over me, and each movement I make leaves me more uncovered. One of The girls comes to me and sits, then pulls my sarong away. Another of the friends comes across and sits on her knees in front of me, staring at my body. My friend has pulled my right leg across her and is beginning to tease me, touching my balls. My cock is responding and becoming erect. One friend has grabbed my upper thigh, and the one in front touches my cock, which responds and is now fully hard. One of the girls has found rope and has strung them up over the roof beam without my noticing. Two of them grab my arms, my friend grabs around my waist, and grips my balls as well. They walk me to the ropes and tie my wrists up high, I’m standing on my toes fully extended. They have tied a rope around my neck, and also my balls. I also have a scarf around my head, I can see what is happening vaguely. Every time I relax my feet I begin to choke, making my cock rock hard. My friend smacks my arse, hard. They all laugh. One grabs the rope attached to my balls and pulls softly, then sharply. One of them is filming everything with her phone. Another grabs my cock, pulling it down, dipping it in her glass full of wine, mildly stinging the open eye on my appendage. She licks the wine off, then slaps my cock, it’s swings with the hit. The other girl jerks the rope on my balls, pulling them down and making my cock bounce around. My friend has a whip and tells the girls to open and lift my legs as high and wide as they can, to expose my arse. She has hit my arse and now whips it. She runs the tip of the whip over my anus, stopping and starting again, also over my balls and cock. I get hard slaps on my back, legs and bum. My friend hits my anus with the whip, stinging sharply, my anus contracting. Painful but erotic. She hits again. Her friend pulls the rope tight on my balls and slaps them hard. With them pulled tight, my friend hits them with the whip painfully. She is about to whip my cock, but puts it in her mouth instead, caressing it with her tongue... then she bites it. Each woman is now hitting me randomly... on the back, legs, bum, balls and cock. They all take turns putting my cock in their mouths, sucking and biting it. My arms are tired from stopping myself from choking, my cock ever hard, veins engorged, is seeping cum. My friend pulls up a stool, sitting directly in front of my protruding cock. She releases my balls from the rope and slaps them, my cock swings from side to side. Her friend holds my cock and she hits my balls again. My friend gets a large Phillips head screwdriver, her friend bringing the camera in close. She puts the tip of the screwdriver to the eye of my cock. She puts the tip inside the eye, and starts sliding the shaft of the screwdriver deep inside my hard shaft. The women have stopped hitting me and stare intently. We are all silent. Each woman takes turns sliding the screwdriver in and out of me, and caressing my cock. My cock is being fucked by these women. My balls begin to tighten, the screwdriver is taken out of me, and my friend takes my cock and masturbates me. In front of everyone, she milks me and I spurt out in front of me on the floor. One of the women releases the rope around my neck, another gives my cock two hard slaps. They rearrange the seats around me and sit down to another drink, leaving me still tied full length in front of them.

30 July 2019

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It was a warm sunny Monday afternoon, she was standing on a man made bridge that over looked the river, She was lost in thought watching the river the kids and animals running around, the warm sun on her back, the gently breeze she could feel across her face. He came up behind her put his hands on her hips and said “go to you car and make sure it is locked and get into mine”. We will be gone only a few hours She replied “ yes Sir” and done just that. Once in the car they drove up the road 10 minutes or so, he pulled over to the side of the road. He got out of the car came around to her side told her to turn around and slide down so her she was kneeling on the floor, he then blindfolded her next thing she knew the car was moving again he was telling her she was His to do as he pleased for a few hours. She was already squirming but luckily with the car driving she covered it well, with the movements of the car turning corners and such or so she thought! The car finally stopped, again he came over to her side and helped her out the car, and he lead her through a door her other senses heightened she smells the place it had an musky smell like it had been locked up for a long time. He leads her through more doors she carefully steps one foot at a time holding on to him for guidance. He sits her on a stool she hears him leave the room she listens for footsteps or any sign he has returned and she hears none. Her palms are sweating she hears her heart pounding with fear and excitement then she hears a great big bang, it sounds like a very solid door closing then he returns and drops what she knows to be chains on the ground they sound big heavy and very long. She feels his body close to hers he takes a handful of hair and pulls her head back, she feels his breath on her neck before he bites, lucky she is sitting as she sure would have buckled at the knees if she was standing. He says “you are wearing too many clothes for my tastes, now strip” she stands and flicks off her shoes and then slides her panties off, he grabs her turns her and pushes her, she thinks she is about to fall but lands in an arm chair, her breathing is rapid he grabs her dress and rips it off her body. Telling her she was taking far too long. She hears him pick up the chain and hears him coming close to her with it, he places some of the chain around her neck, it is cold on her skin. She loves the feel but and the rattle of the chain. He then holds the chain around her neck and she hears a ‘click’ the sound of the padlock locking around her neck. He tells her, "I know you didn’t tell anyone where you were going" and he laughs, he grabs her hands and puts her phone in it, it feels light she knows he has taken the battery out. She now panics a little, many thoughts running through her mind, what the fuck was I thinking. What if he does...... her thoughts were interrupted by his voice laughing then him saying ‘I know what you are thinking little one” and you are have every right to be afraid, because I am keeping you here for more then a few hours. Now she thinks how the hell I get out of here! She is blindfolded a chain padlocked around her neck and naked, where the hell does she think she can go in this state. Her heart is nearly jumping out her chest. He tells her to stand and she does, she hears him picking up the rest of the chain, it seems to go for ever he tugs on it and commands “follow me” and she does, she walks through another door way, there is a little step as she slides her feet along the floor, he instructs her to lay down, she does and feels a blanket under her the only slight comfort, the room is not big as she stretches out she can touch the wall from head to toe. He walks perhaps 5 steps tying the chain to something. He tells her to hold her hands out, she now feels rope being wrapped around them and tells her if you need to use the bathroom you shall have to crawl to some how to it, your chain is tied in there and no you can’t get it off I have the key to both the locks. I’ll return in a while. Do not remove your blindfold or you shall be punished! He placed a blanket over her, and with that he was gone she heard him close the door. She laid there wondering where she was, she could her cars every now and again she’d lost all sense of time and direction. Laying there for what seemed like hours she heard foot steps, she knew he was coming to the room, he said “little one it’s time to get up" he helped her up went to the other room and unlocked the chain from the bath room he lead her to another room going in a different direction to the other room she was first in. He drops the chain to the floor; she feels a rope going around the rope on her wrists and then feels her arms being lifted up over her head. He taps her breasts with something stingy a few times, and he stops. He is very quiet but she senses him walking behind her he says “what have we here little one some bruises and marks I see and how did you get these?” She replies” last night Sir with a dragon tail." She hears him place the crop down and rummage in a bag, then she feels the thud of the flogger across her bum, not once but 6 times.... she moans he keeps whacking her she could feel herself getting wet. He stops and tell her “I can smell your scent you little slut she feels her face blush she wished he hadn’t noticed but he had. After what seemed like 15 minutes of flogging her butt and a quick caning he stopped, picked up the crop and started hitting her breasts and pussy like nothing she felt before she was wriggling, dancing, jumping around with no place to go, held by the ropes. He put a finger inside her then with his other hand twisted her nipple he took his finger out she so wanted it back in her but did not want to ask, so she let out a slight moan he knew what she wanted he could scence it and knew she was a wanton slut. He said "if you want some thing you have to ask", she was desperate to cum but could not ask not yet any way. He simply said "your choice," she said nothing, he untied her hands from above her head and lead her back to her little room which again she was chained and instructed to lay down. He then simply said “do not touch your self” made sure both her hands were secured, and simply left. She laid there again so many thoughts running through her mind but the main thought was, she needed release it had been a few days, she knew she was a cum slut, and at this point In time it was all she could think about. Again it felt like hours but was probably 30 minutes, who knows. She heard a door bang and foot steps she knew he was returning, she was getting wet at the thought of him coming back his hands on her, his smell. He came in and kissed her so passionate it made her dizzy their tongues entwining ever so slowly the warmth of their lips touching she was getting wetter by this mans kiss His hand touched her face and trailed down her neck a finger slowly sliding across her nipple then across to the other side and his fingers playing her nipple like a fiddle, then the slight pinch of her nipple. The kiss stopped their mouths still touching, he with drew his lips from hers and again started touching her saying “ she had the most softest skin he had ever felt, his hand trialed down to her clit, and he was rubbing his finger along her there she was breathing hard now he would fuck her with his fingers then rubbing her clit again bringing her to the edge then stop, she said “ please Sir”, he said: please Sir what?” please don’t stop touching me and with that he plunged his fingers in and out of her bringing her to the edge again and again. She asked "please Sir, may I cum” No, he replied and stopped again, her hips were bucking she so desperately wanted more. He told her to “ lay still” she did, she then felt him enter her every so slowly it was driving her nuts, she started moving her hips with his, she felt this almighty slap across her face, “ did I give you permission to move” he asked, “ no Sir” She replied. And apologized. He grabbed her around the throat and fucked her hard, the harder he fucked her the harder he would squeeze her throat, she could feel him pounding into her “ please Sir” may I cum she struggled to ask. “No, not yet you little slut he replied” she was holding on trying everything not to cum, she was getting to the point where she did not know if she could hold it again she mumbled now “please Sir please may I cum”? he granted her permission to cum and that she did, she felt it from her head to her feet her whole body was tingling, and basking from the sensations, he then tilted her head back and put his cock in her throat she could taste her self on him, then she felt it his cum shooting down the back of her throat, he took him self out of her. He replied good girl and with that he left her alone again. Laying there once again listening to cars and for any noises that may give her a clue where she was, she must have drifted off to sleep because she woke to Him saying wake up little one and sit up, She sat up in a daze, and asked may I pee Please Sir, “ yes “ he replied so she crawled with her hands tied as best she could to the toilet and back again. She sat back down he told her to open her mouth and she did he put his mouth on hers and gave her a drink from his, it was wine she nearly choked as she does not like wine but she was thirsty He then told her to open her mouth as he feed her dinner they chatted a while, about many things all the while he still feeding her and allowing her to drink by his hand or his mouth. Only. Again when he was done he left her she really now had lost all comprehension of time but didn’t not really care, she dozed on and off him coming in using her when he wished, she even remembers him cuddling up to her naked at one point as he was cold, when he was warm, he simply left again.

6 July 2019

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## Scene 01 Kirsten was getting more and more nervous, without exactly knowing why. It was not her first nor her last quarterly meeting with the company’s top shareholders, and she could not reasonably put this unexpected inner unrest on the account of the recent merger they’d been going through, as the preliminary outcomes were clearly on the bright side. There was something else at play in this room, and as she was trying to focus on it, she realised that rather than nervous, she was more exactly anxious. “But about what, for fuck sake?” she mentally shouted. Or maybe from what? Her eyes scrutinised the board room: It was tea break time, and soft babblings reverberated gently from the service area were the male dominated crowd had flocked, to indulge in an early sugar blast. Apart from her, the only other woman sitting on the board was Kaitleen, the head of marketing. Iron fist in a velvet glove, thought Kirsten with a faint smile, and God knew you had to be made of this kind of alloy to survive in this merciless corporate world, and in the pharmaceutical industry more broadly. Kaitleen was a friend, the 2Ks as they called themselves, and right now, she was busy gesturing some brainwashing spell with a killer smile to James P., who just injected nearly a billion dollars through the merger, and seemed genuinely curious to know which double digit percent of that would be swallowed by Kaitleen’s ambitious plans. Kirsten stayed at her seat, mindlessly dipping her lips in her steaming hot mild latte, and flipping through the slides she was supposed to present in the next session, while still apprehensively glancing at the buffet over her screen. She was the chief scientist, and as such leading the R & D division, the sinews of war in this industry. Her slide deck was about to cover the perspectives of development of the group’s portfolio of molecules and products, at the light of the recent merger, something on which shareholders were likely to unconditionally grant her their trust, given her track records to date. This was all charted territory, and she could not possibly feel panicky about any of that. And yet, those funny butterflies in her guts wouldn’t be quiet. She felt the gaze rather that she saw it, as a warm beam hitting her forehead, and bringing blood to pulsate heavily against her temples. Refraining from suddenly lifting her chin from her laptop, she blinked quickly a few times, as if to brush off a speckle of dust, and in the process frantically scanned a 60° arc of vision in front of her. And there they were, two gleaming charcoal eyes staring at her, with an incredible heat radiating from them. And she instantly knew that they were the only possible source of her jittery state of mind. Like unreal dancing flames, they seemed to flicker at the same pace than her own pulse, who had now probably reached close to a hundred, crossing her from head to toe in some sort of heathen beat. Who was this dangerous creature and who had let it loose in this 30th floor board room? Getting a grip on herself, and widening her field of vision, Kirsten realised that the pair of branding irons belonged to this new face in the company, introduced as Louis and apparently in charge of strategic audit, which seemed to be enough to explain he was given clearance to this top-level meeting … as an auditor! Kirsten had briefly shaken his hand an hour ago, without granting him more than a polite smile, but she now acknowledged that it was when her unrest started. What was it with him? For an auditor, he seemed for the time particularly talkative, engaging two shareholders with some ideas that apparently made them nod a lot. He had a light asymmetric smile, revealing very white teeth, a prominent feature in his face, if to forget the probing and dancing eyes which kept occasionally darting at Kirsten over the right shoulder of one of the suits. The man was of medium build, shaven bald, olive skin, the Mediterranean or Middle-Eastern type, definitely not from the local Anglo-Saxon pool. And honestly, he would have been completely average and unnoticeable … if only he didn’t talk and move. There was something almost abnormally elegant about that, not exactly feline but definitely animal. The confident smile and moving jaws made her think of something wolf-like, the general body stance a subtle power pose only modulated by two weaving hands, apparently hypnotising his audience across a rich spectrum of emotions. The more Kirsten watched this unfolding, the more she found it fascinating, and with a mild body thrill, she closed her mouth to prevent a sigh, as she realised her nipples were getting hard within the white lace of her bra. “What’s wrong with me? Where is your self-control Kirsten?” The Chairman clapped his hands, and they were back in session. *** ## Scene 02 The air was still scorching hot on this corner of the street. Kirsten was controlling her breath to ventilate her body, and prevent as far as she could perspiration to form and accumulate in all these dark and remote parts of her person, starting with her armpits. Sydney’s summer was full on, and despite the cool influence of the southerlies, temperature at 5PM and something was still sitting steadily in the 30s. The ambient car traffic and the pavement radiating back a whole day of accumulated heat did not help. For a moment, she contemplated the option of retreating inside the supermarket, anticipating the cold air of the AC blowing on her forehead and naked shoulders, a highly tempting perspective. A quick glance at her wristwatch confirmed there were only 5 minutes left to the half, the agreed time for her meeting: Surely she could control herself, and stand outside to be visible, couldn’t she? She had been raised in the firm belief that one can achieve anything through proper exercise of their will power, and that mind was meant to prevail over matter, at least for superior human beings like her. These mantras never failed her so far, not career wise. Using deep breathing to cool down, she mentally reviewed the achievements of the day to kill time, but this routine was quickly interrupted by the vivid memory of how painfully it had started, with her presentation to the board not unfolding exactly as planned. As she concluded her speech with a positive and reassuring final statement on the unique breadth of the portfolio and strength of the team, and was preparing to sit back, she had to face a robust round of questions from this unidentified so-called auditor, the skittish Mister Louis, who went on raising points (and relevant ones) for 10 long minutes, in front of a silent yet respectfully listening audience. Kirsten stoically faced the barrage, providing her best answers, although she was growing more and more incredulous and less and less comfortable dealing with what felt like a rain of blows given to her whole argumentation. The face of her prosecutor kept absolutely friendly all along, although the smile was starting to feel carnivorous, and the inquisitive eyes seemed to tear her wide open. To the question “Dr. Kirsten, how can you be sure you’ll deliver all the goals of your ambitious program with just 10% increase in your staff capacity?”, she grew exceedingly irritated and simply retorted “I think I can be trusted on that!”, which inevitably raised a few bushy eyebrows around the table, this line sounding unusual and odd in the mouth of the documented professional she was known to be. She then pinched her lips, as Louis delivered his coup-de-grace: “Certainly so … although you know better than anyone in this room that trust does not exclude control. But we can take that off-line. That’ll be all for me!” She had been at best exposed, at worst humiliated in front of her peers, by a bloody nobody … or so it had seemed so far. Something she would have not bet on, when getting out of bed this morning. How fast things can happen… in particular bad ones. But she was a fighter, and a winner, and she had dedicated the rest of the morning thinking of a recovery move. At lunch-time, she was still pondering and weighting options, when she saw Louis coming to her, all smile and starting a casual conversation. What was said, she could not remember exactly, something about him being just arrived the day before from Europe and still unfamiliar with the city and the local culture, but clearly nothing sounding apologetic or whatsoever! She thought she would politely withdraw, but surprised herself sitting still and listening to him, enjoying somehow the spectacle given by his person: The bright flames dancing in his eyes, and his attractive hands gesturing in the air, drawing signs in some ancient language that her ears would not decipher, but that her guts turned out to be very aware of and receptive to. So when he casually said that he was looking for some help to find his way around town, she heard herself spontaneously say “yes”, and offer to tour him around, today, after work. Really? What was that? She had at least a dozen other things to do after work, including going to the gym, or picking up her dry cleaning, or spending some time with one of her daughters, or just chilling home. But devoting an hour or two to saddle up a foreigner she barely knew, and moreover who publicly roasted her, clearly was at the end of the long tail! And still … here she was, standing in the heat of the day, waiting for him to show up. Retrospectively, she wanted to believe that this was part of her recovery move, her subconscious and intuition having made the right calls here, to promptly become closer to this man, get to know him and make him if not a friend, at least a supporter. After all, he seemed very influential with the board and she could take advantage of that, couldn’t she? The man had a bland title: Strategic auditor … what does that even mean? Regardless, there was clearly strength and authority in him, that no smile could conceal, it was naturally radiating. In fact, compared to all the other men of the board, and any other men Kirsten could think of in her team and across the company, he appeared very different, almost like from a different species. Was it a European thingy? Maybe he was a big wig (so to speak for a bald guy!) in the group, and dropping in to act as a shadow COO, or even CEO? Yes, making a friend of him sounded more and more like a brilliant idea, and Kirsten was starting to feel cheered up by this train of thoughts speeding to restore her ego. “Hello Kirsten! Sorry if I’m late?” Her heart skipped a beat, and she spun around herself as if stung by a bee. She hardly heard herself reply a vague “Hello”, as she was already falling hard inside the steel black eyes, sweat dripping along her neck, temples bursting with this insane African beat … who was she kidding after all? Out of the haze, she heard him say: “So … shall we go shopping?” *** ## Scene 03 “- And where do you stay?” asked Kirsten, as they came inside the shopping centre. She was looking straight in front of her, avoiding direct contact with the dangerous eyes, and trying to regroup around the only project that seemed to make sense, out of the present situation: Find out who he really was and make a friend of him. “- I found this little place on AirBnB, not far from here, it’s temporary obviously, I need something more … permanent.” Kirsten’s mind switched to its highly efficient analyst mode, there were important clues about to be given away, and she needed to make the best out of it. “- Do you think you are going to love Sydney that much?”, she tried, now looking at the glass-like pavement of the main alley they were traveling, towards the local Woolies. “- Ha ha …” His rich and bass laughter penetrated her brain like honey on a slice of sourdough, and at the same time whipped unsuspected nerves along her spine. “It’s not entirely as if I had a choice, there seems to be some work to do here … Plus, believe it or not, I am a creature of habit, and I need a living space I can truly own.” Kirsten shivered, blaming it on the freezing atmosphere of the building, although she was dimly aware of the way the man’s rich tone of voice was resonating across a deep layer of her brain. “- But don’t worry Kirsten! I am not here to make your life miserable, if that was your next question. To the contrary maybe …” Kirsten started to think of a polite way to refute the allusion, but the next question fell sharp, like a guillotine on her tongue: “Now, tell me, why are you here Kirsten?”. She froze up, lips half open and slightly trembling, looking at this face again, now free of any smile, simply wearing a grave and curious look, as silence settled between them for an endless pair of seconds. They were standing in front of the supermarket, with people going back and forth around them, but it seemed that a bubble of stillness had formed around them, an odd space time anomaly indefinitely cloaking them from the rest of the world. Why was she here … why was she here … what did he think?? It was HER plan, HER initiative, to get the measure of him and find out how he could fit in HER view of the world and … She was the local one, playing on HER home field, whereas he was a complete outsider, unaware of the way things were done here, without a clue about the culture … he was the vulnerable one. Yet, as she immersed herself again in those dark eyes, there was no sign of any such fragility, just pure determination, irresistible strength, and the dancing flames, lively manifestations of an intelligence sharp like a razor blade. She suddenly acknowledged there was no point in making up some bullshit. “I am just here to help!” she replied in a breath. “- Okay … I’ll take that as an answer for now… although I’m keen to find out who you’re really trying to help here, me or yourself?” did he add with a wink, bursting their bubble. “- I thought you could say thank you!” she snapped, struggling to claw back some control. “- It’s a bit too early for that, don’t you think? You know, this morning, you requested to be trusted… rings a bell? That was a big ask! Well, lucky you … this is your chance… to give me a proof of trust. Shall we?” And without waiting for her to reply, he made a step towards the entrance of the shop, with his right hand trailing back towards her. Once again, her brain shifted to an altered state, an accelerated one as the world went to slow motion around her, just like in some movie scene leading to climax. She was standing there, all sweaty and cold, the blurred silhouette of this big unknown of a man going away from her, strangely causing her grief and frustration. But his right hand was lingering, offered as an invite to follow him, reachable, radiating a warm glow. A finely manicured hand yet made of incredibly attractive thick and strong fingers, with a palm travelled by mysterious lines and furrows she was suddenly craving to feel and explore with the end of her own fingers … with the tip of her tongue?! Her eardrums were pounding hard, with this heathen beat again, something richer than just a heartbeat, as if made of superimposed echoes of several of her organs pulsating on a different rhythm. Vision of a drum kit … and of a pond covered in ripples caused by the first drops of a heavy summer rain. She wanted to scream, and she thought she tried to … but nothing came out of her throat, gone terribly dry. In slow motion, she was just a witness, of her own hand reaching out and her fingers clasping the man’s hand. “Is there a way back from that?” was the only question left drifting on her liberated mind. “- Fair enough!” she declared jauntily, “I’ll do my best!” “- Good, let me see … I’ve got a list of my absolute and immediate necessities…” he casually indicated, while extracting a piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it over to her. She avidly grabbed it and unfolded it, with the pleasant feeling that she was getting hold of herself. A list, that’s what she needed to anchor back into a more solid reality, it was bringing her onto familiar turf and resupplying her with initiative. “- Men in a supermarket are like mice in a labyrinth, and we don’t want this experiment to go on for hours! - Don’t we? Something tells me the scientist in you would not mind though…” he suggested, picking a basket and following her into the first aisle. Kirsten was running through the list, as she walked to the assumed location for the first item: Vaseline was to be found in skin care and personal hygiene. Did Louis have skin problems? Not that she could tell, his Mediterranean complexion was gorgeous, and his lips smooth and full … ahem… What were the other entries in this list: Black shoelaces … cleaning wipes … Okay, so maybe something to do with the care of leather shoes? That would make sense … what else: Scissors … why not a nail clipper? Nutella … for breakfast? Cherries or Strawberries … okay, they’d go to the fruits & veggies section last. Concentrated milk … undoubtedly, Mister Louis had rather unorthodox breakfast habits! As she kneeled down to pick the small pot of Vaseline, Kirsten could not help sniggering and asking: “Really, you have the most unusual notions about bare necessities, Louis! Seriously … between Vaseline and concentrated milk … traveling alone does no good to a man, what would Mrs Louis think about that?” In your teeth, man! And as she flipped her head around to read the reactions on his face, she was taken aback, realising that he was also kneeling just behind her, his nose and mouth just centimetres away from her cheek. The surprise almost knocked her back on her bum, but a firm hand landed on her left hip and helped her find her balance. Feeding on the raw emotion painted all over her face, he slowly replied, in a spiced breath: “If Mrs Louis were here, she would have no trouble at all connecting the dots, my dear! But you are excused … for now!” And unexpectedly, Kirsten started to snigger again … and laugh … and giggle … uncontrollably so! The words had hit a spot in her brain … unlocked some floodgate, and the emotion was now pouring out, in a generous flow. The whole experience, this weird situation, the improbable posture … that was so surreal! She kept chuckling and chortling at the thought, while Louis was rubbing his hand from her hip towards her loins. Was he going to lift her up or what? God forbid! She was hiccoughing and feeling overwhelmed by her own giggles, this was starting to sound really insane, but anywise she could not care less, it all had to go out, to be released, some form of accumulated energy had reached its breakpoint. She vaguely remembered having experienced that before, a long time ago, archaic reminiscence of a fantastic orgasm accidentally provided by an early lover. Louis finally gave her a hand to stand up, and she looked down to the basket, holding the pot of Vaseline. She felt relieved and light-hearted now, and she said the only thing there was to say at this very moment: “Come on, this basket is not going to fill up by itself!”. With a glint of surprise and admiration in his eyes, he followed her to the next aisle. *** ## Scene 04 “- No darling, I won’t be too long … No, it’s all good, nothing I can’t handle. These shareholders are easy to please, especially with our 2017 results… I need to be there for this dinner… I know it was not planned!... Yes, I’ll drive the car back home … Promised, I won’t drink too much! Love you! Bye... bye.” Kirsten cut the line and stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, uncertain why she just threw a blatant lie at the face of her husband. Something she never did before, or only mildly so. They were now walking up Oxford St, Louis carrying the Woolies bag, filled with his precious supplies. A few minutes ago, they had gone out of the shopping centre laughing like teenagers, proud and happy of the silly jokes they both committed along the way to the checkout. Kirsten wanted to believe that her evil plan was unfolding perfectly, the man obviously being flipped over, ready to eat grain from the palm of her hand. Victory! Wasn’t it? That’s when Louis had asked her to come with him to another shopping place. More than a question, it was a statement, and something in her had wanted to start a riot: Wasn’t that enough? She had just spent over an hour of her precious time to help him buy his bloody stuff! What a fucking weirdo, time to bail out, she had better things to do … hadn’t she? A dark sky was building up over the City, and the air was filling with this familiar electricity only summer storms can whip up that quickly. The sun was still bright close to the horizon line, and casting incredible golden rays over the metropolis, one of them incidentally hitting the handsome interrogative facial features of Louis, as he was patiently expecting her answer. A pure moment in time, she took a mental snapshot, and with a sudden intimate perception of doom, she knew for sure she’d follow him to the next star system, would she have to. “- And what is it you now want, Mister Demanding?” she said weakly, in a vain attempt to buy time. “- Something that absolutely requires a woman’s opinion … and your opinion on this matter seems quite essential. - But I can’t … I mean I have to … it’s late already and … - Look … you can say that, and go back to your well-trodden track, no drama, I understand. Or … you can make it happen. It’s your choice. It’s yours, you understand? I am here, in need of a trusted friend. Are you going to do something about it? Or will you just let me go, alone in Sydney’s cloak and sword alleys, and possibly let me fall between the wrong hands? - (sigh)… I am afraid … it’s beyond my … - It is not, and you know it. Why don’t you make this call? Hurry up, before the rain starts …” The two flames in the pitch-black eyes had turned blue, strangely enough, the searing blue heat of a gas only found in the remotest super novae. It was beyond any hunger she had ever experienced, and as for her, she felt incredibly thirsty, thinking of herself incapable of speech anymore as, almost unwittingly, she extracted the phone from her handbag. The first series of thunders rolled on menacingly in the distance, drawing Kirsten out of her day time dreaming. She finally raised her eyes to ask: “- So … Where are we going? “- We are there.” he simply replied, pointing his chin to the blinking blue neon sign: The Toolshed. With his free hand, he invited her to climb the blue lit stairs first, and with only a slight hesitation she made a move. She was wearing a summer skirt ending just above the knees, and as she started her ascension of the steep staircase, she became utterly aware of her long, strong and milky naked legs being so much exposed to his eyes. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, half expecting the feel of his hand brushing them from ankles to … Gosh! A shockwave of excitement jolted across her groin, she felt her most intimate velvet curls turning into a pool of moisture, and she struggled to keep her cotton-like thighs pushing up the stairs. “Fucking hell! What am I doing here!” she yelled in the utter void of her mind. It was a sex shop, obviously, and a large one, with meters of shelving presenting to the browsing visitor pretty much everything the twisted minds of generations of perverts could have possibly imagined in terms of sex toys, fetish props, costumes and substances. In all flavours, colours, sizes, patterns, and prices. Kirsten was eyes wide open at the gargantuan collection of items, and was sitting on the fence between horrified disgust and lusty curiosity. Behind the counter, a bald skinny face turned to them and started cackling welcome words, obviously happy and relieved to see living beings showing up at this early time of his night shift. He grinned at the visitors and looked unnaturally shiny as he moved under a spotlight. Kirsten realised this was caused by the countless piercings he wore all over his face, their number only challenged by the quantity of beauty marks the man was otherwise displaying. A total freak, not completely out of place though. “- Can I help you with anything?” the man croaked. “- That’s OK mate, we’ll be browsing for a bit” replied Louis, sending the disappointed soul in a limping retreat to his computer screen. Without a look nor a word to her, Louis started to absorb himself into the items displayed in a corner shelf, leaving Kirsten standing in the middle of the room, uneasy. A bit frustrated and angry by this sudden lack of attention to her person, she decided to find refuge in the first aisle in front of her. Quickly enough, she realised her mistake: Given the variety of oversized silicon and latex penises on display, and the colourful covers of the DVDs in racks offering exclusively male casts, mostly in leather and steel, she was clearly in the gay section. Her breathing was getting shorter, her neck was stiff, and as she mechanically pressed her handbag against her chest in a wretched manner, she realised that her breasts had become hard again and utterly sensitive to the friction of fabric. Backing out in the open, she glanced again at Louis, who was still leaning against the same shelf, carefully studying minute differences between two articles. “What the fuck is he doing? One more minute and I’m out of here …” she promised to herself, while walking around to find another spot where she could hide. From the back of the shop, behind a curtain, she could hear some growling and howling coming up, at regular intervals. That teased her curiosity just enough to walk closer, and confirm her impression that there was some animal whinging in the back office, probably a dog? The howling was rather blood chilling, and with growing alarm she went to the shop manager to ask: “Excuse me … what’s going on over there?”, pointing her finger towards the curtains. The man lifted his eyes over his narrow glasses, and with a shrug casually replied “Cruising!”. Cruising … what the heck? That didn’t make any sense. “What do you mean ‘cruising’ ??” she insisted. The man looked more bored than annoyed, and added “It’s our cruising area … but sorry darling, it’s for men only. Maybe your friend wants to have a look?” he whispered with a dirty look, his tobacco ridden tongue darting out. Kirsten refrained from wincing, and tried to pull her ideas together. The growling continued, getting more intense if anything, and she pointed it out to the creep: “Did you hear that? What’s this howling in your back room? Cruising or not, it sounds to me like an animal is being abused!”. The man raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely astonished, pondered the matter for a bit, and with a sudden expression of understanding explained: “Oh … that! It must come from one of our video cabin, someone must have not locked the door properly. I can guarantee there’s no animal here. You can have a look if you want.” And he dug his head back into his screen, with no apparent intention to resolve the matter any further. Kirsten tossed her options for a while, at the other end of room Louis was now kneeling to watch closer items on display on the lower shelf. “It’s a bloody joke! What an asshole …” she bitched heatedly, while walking slowly towards the curtain. She pulled it aside, and failing to peer into the darkness, she passed through it, to discover a small corridor lit by a unique red spot. On the right, a small yellow neon sign simply stated “Cruising” above another staircase, muffled techno music coming down. On the left-hand side, a couple of doors, one of them half opened, and letting out the worrying animal grunts. A small monitor on the side was displaying a movie poster, obviously what was airing inside the cabin: The wolf of slut street. This could indeed explain that! Giving up on resisting temptation, she stepped inside the tiny room. She had come that far already, it would have been absurd not clear up the matter completely! On screen, what looked like a werewolf with serious genitals, was sniffing over the lying bodies of 2 lovely blondes, asleep in each other’s arms, barely covered in a light white linen that let to see most of their extremely advantageous tits and mouth-watering asses. That seemed to do it for the wolf man, who started to pant and moan as his monstrous cock grew bigger by the second. In Kirsten’s opinion, this was absolutely grotesque, tacky, pathetic … yet she could not get her eyes off the scene, eager to find out what was going to happen next! The beast’s head was now hovering over the ass of one of the blondes … Kirsten felt the door open behind her, and briefly wondered if it was another monster coming for her, but the faint spicy fragrance told her it was Louis slipping in. Finally, was he done with is damn shopping?! His warm chest pressed against her back, and she let a series of resulting shivers travel up and down freely along her spine. Her hands probed back along the trousers of her companion, and started to find their way up, while he pressed his lips on her neckline, and started to gently bite her. On the screen, droplets of the sticky mouth fluids of the werewolf dripped on the buttocks of the girl, who eventually woke up in a bone chilling scream. The monster backed off and growled threateningly, and Kirsten involuntarily squeezed her hands on Louis’s groin, who in turn released a loud whinging grunt, to her sinful excitement. Gasping and panting, he recovered while Kirsten was watching the raping scene unfolding before her incredulous eyes. Louis muttered in her ears: “We are done here, let’s go!” They rushed outside, to discover that the storm was now about to burst out over the City, the darkened street already deserted and hit by the first fat drops of rain. “- I could really use a ride?” he queried. She smiled and replied simply: “This way!” *** ## Scene 05 A deluge of rain was beating the faces of Sydney’s skyscrapers, and what was coming on the horizon looked even more worlds-end-esque. The lights had gone off in this ground level car park, under the building where Louis had his rental accommodation, and the electricity outage probably now spanned across several blocks. Curtains of water falling along the outside building walls where darkening even further the basement, giving it the grim look of some primitive grotto shelter. Kirsten had parked the GoGet car between two concrete pillars, and from the inside of the vehicle, they were now silently staring at the cataracts through the windshield, on which condensation was slowly building up. A comfortably quiet and numb moment, after the rush through the flooded streets of the city, and the loud assaults of the monsoon rain against the metal and plastic body of the car. Louis had been silent for a few minutes, and so was Kirsten, respectful of that, but also strangely absorbed in the meditative contemplation of the moment, any notion of time and location momentary lost. Something was yet to happen, without exactly knowing what, she was already accepting it, in a cheerful manner, and also curious to see the dots finally connecting under her marvelled eyes. The applied scientist in her was craving for that, somehow it was her experiment about to unravel, she had invested herself heavily in it, she even exposed herself, and consciously or not she had signed off on all the risks attached. She had given a lot to this man, and now her time had come to harvest and take back! Yes! Yes? But take what exactly? Her thoughts got stuck on this low orbit, revolving faster and faster to the point of nausea. She decided to reach escape velocity … empty her mind, reset, and observe again, at a sensorial and limbic level. Something else was going on. The smell of wet leather and clothing … the excessive moist in the air … the chest of Louis moving up and down regularly … the rumbling of the thunder … the receding daylight … this was raw, and primal, and timeless … she could have been sitting here in any age, in any cave of any continent, during any storm … but not with any man! Louis stirred and opened the glove box, summoning its dim light as one of his prehistoric ancestors would have sparked a campfire. Dozens of questions would have normally spawned in her head, starting with “Is he going to invite me for a drink upstairs?” but she abruptly silenced them down, to observe quietly. Obviously, this was meant to happen here, the man had made a decision, and he was staging the scene. The car papers were pulled out and thrown under the passenger seat, and Louis started to pick items one by one from the bag of supplies: The scissors came out first, and were placed on the tablet, then the Vaseline pot. Still silent, he glanced at her with a warm reassuring smile while he was unpacking the shoe laces, and gauging if their length would be sufficient for whatever purpose he had in mind. She didn’t flinch, and clearly made a point about it, withstanding his inquisitive gaze. Apparently satisfied, he kept pulling stuff from the bag: He popped the Nutella pot open, removed the protective film, and left it open on the console. The tube of concentrated milk followed the same path, and the cleaning wipes landed next to the scissors. This was starting to feel very surgical thought Kirsten, and she couldn’t completely suppress the slight uneasiness that resulted. Louis unpacked the strawberries and delicately put them on the tablet between the two seats. Finally, he placed a little brown paper parcel on the glove box drawer, and plugged his phone into the multimedia system: A soft deep house beat started to ooze through the speakers of the car, alike to some primitive chants and drums, rather repetitive and mildly hypnotic. It seemed everything was in place for some pagan rite to begin. “- You’ve been quite helpful so far Kirsten … and very brave too, I give you that! - But … ? - Ha ha … there’s no ‘but’. We just happen to be ready to take another step, if you agree, and maybe achieve in a day, what most people are pursuing for months, or even years.” Her heartbeat accelerated, as her brain went in overdrive. What is it that he wanted? Was he going to kiss her in this car? That was clearly in the highly probable range. Was he going to fuck her, and would she run away? Nothing was more unclear. “- I … agree?!” she heard herself utter, in a shaky voice. The music kept going, and the beat was building up, in a heady manner. He looked at her with the same reassuring smile under the steel eyes, and continued with a quiet and sovereign voice: “- Okay then … fold back your seat. Yes … like that … good. Lie back. As you know, there’s something essential to any friendship, something that grows and persists as the foundations of a lifelong trusted relationship. Do you understand what I am saying?” And as he spoke, he was meticulously knotting the two shoestrings to form a sort of figure of eight. Then delicately taking her hands, he passed one in each loop and fastened the knots, effectively restraining her ability to separate them. She observed the process with widening eyes, not entirely sure about what was the most appropriate way to either rebel … or tag along! His gestures kept slow and precise, there was no hesitation, and he continued: “- It is about bonding, and weaving joint memories both of us will never forget … it’s about creating ties, and not just literally so!” he added with a soft chuckle, as he finished fastening the string handcuffs around her wrists. She decided to stay completely still, exception made of her chest rapidly moving up and down, as she was drawing more oxygen for her boiling blood. Surprised and slightly ashamed, she saw the cone of her nipples growing pointy through her blouse and bra. Shit! This had always been her curse since high school, but in this moment, she couldn’t really get upset about it. Louis kept talking with a soothing voice, whilst he rolled up her skirt along her thighs, his only possible goal being to expose her panties to his naked eye. Apparently satisfied to have turned the skirt into a belt, revealing Kirsten’s white lace G string, he reached out to the scissors, and tried out their sharpness by quickly actioning them a few times: Snip snip! The sound produced overlayed nicely with the potent beat in the background, like ride cymbals, and it whipped Kirsten’s nerves to their core, causing her to let out a high-pitched gasp. “- There’s this story of a Little Prince, traveling from planet to planet to find friends … ever heard of it?”, and seeing Kirsten’s interrogative eyes, he continued: “It’s French, a very poetic story that teaches a lot about relationships …” He placed his cool left hand on her warm belly, and she thrilled, when his thumb and index found their way to the waist string, pulled it up, and sectioned it with the scissors. He repeated the same procedure on the other side. “And there’s this chapter where the Prince lands on a planet, and meets a pretty Fox …” Kirsten closed her eyes, the voice of Louis only reaching her muffled now, as blood came pounding again inside her skull, was she becoming deaf? Not quite, since the music was still very present, her pulse full synched with the 100 beat. She felt herself lifting her hips to ease the extraction of her undies. “Gosh! Am I really such a slut?” She was now so exposed to him … was she wet already? It definitely felt like it! As she reopened her eyes, she saw him starting to undo one by one the buttons of her blouse, and within seconds her bra was simply lifted up to reveal the two pale globes, crowned by pink nipples having long reached their fully excited state. “- The Prince wants to meet men, to make friends out of them, but the Fox informs him about his mistake, men can’t be trusted and relied on, most of them having lost their way and the real meaning of friendship.”. Could he just shut up!? What did he think … that she could seriously follow his bloody story in such an altered state? Louis took in each hand the Nutella pot and the tube of concentrated milk, and presented them over her face: “Now … choose your medicine, and show me where it hurts!” Kirsten’s mind was racing, he was patching her up by the campfire, she could relate to that. And some control was offered back to her, was she going to miss out? Eying at both sugar rich products, she decided to grab the milk, and while he was placing back the Nutella on the console, she squeezed it with her joint hands to let the sleek liquid spread over her left nipple. “What was he gonna do about it!!!??” she thought hysterically. She was quite breathless, and her own tongue involuntarily darted onto her superior lip, as he approached his to start licking the sugary substance, and wipe her clean. “Oh my …!” A train of spasms came up from her groin, and she moaned as the agile piece of flesh gently swirled around her tit. She squeezed again the tube to pour a generous dose on the right one, in search for balance. She couldn’t stop her brain from processing quantitative information in the background: What was the volume contained in this tube? How much squeeze did she get to use? What if she ran out before reaching the C-spot? Will she get to tap into the Nutella? Or was ‘choosing’ like ‘excluding’ in this shamanic world? Teeth pinched her flesh, and she whooped, but then groaned pleasurably to encourage her carer. She brought the tube to her lips and coated them with the sweet white cream, then waited for the liberating kiss … which eventually came, the soft brushing strokes of a tongue first … then firm and warm lips meeting hers for a long and passionate exploration. He pulled back to whisper in a smile “I knew it would hurt here!”. Panting and riveting her eyes into his, she squeezed the tube again, remotely, to feel the milk syrup drip onto her vulva. Now they were talking, and she was showing him the real deal, and the bitch she could be. But to her disappointment, he did not seem very keen to go down on her. Instead, he grabbed the box of strawberries, and resumed talking: “So the Fox tells the Little prince, that it can be his friend … it just needs to be tamed!” Tamed … what did that mean? For fuck sake, could he just stop talking … “And as the Little Prince wonders, the Fox explains that this is a process that makes people unique in all the world for each other”. He took a red and shiny strawberry by the tail, and approached it from Kirsten’s pussy, starting to spread the milk with it, and gently rubbing her clitoris. “That’s it!... That’s it!” she heard herself uttering several times. Slowly going down, he used the tip of the fruit to spread open the labia, exciting them with the grainy surface of the berry, that he expertly rotated between his fingers. Reaching out further down, he delicately inserted the fruit and the tip of his fingers into her vagina, warm and dripping wet, the milk mixing oddly with her body fluids. Kirsten threw her head backwards and moaned loudly. And as she brought her head forward, it was to face the fruit presented to her mouth: She bit into it with undisguised greed, leaving only the green tail hanging between Louis’s fingers. He gave her an appreciative smile, nodded, and repeated the operation several times, alternatively feeding her and himself. Around them, the music had grown louder, in a trance rhythm that completely dispelled their perception of time and space. She was feeling saturated with sugar, and was mildly aware of the blood red juice and white milk dripping around her lips … all of them! She was in a strange state, altogether pumped by the sugar rush, and exhausted from the hormonal shockwaves her body was experiencing. Louis took the berries away, and opened the pot of Vaseline. “What is he up to now?” thought Kirsten, still panting and occasionally shivering from the gentle waves of excitement coming from her vagina. “The Little Prince still struggles with the idea of taming, and what makes his rose, the flower he has back home, unique in all the world…”. Here goes again, sighed Kirsten as her partner rambled on. Although the words were starting to find their way to her cortex, she was now trying to remember the beginning of the story. Louis chipped a bit of the oily substance from the pot, rubbing his fingers with it before delicately applying it onto her butthole. What!? Troubled, she waggled a bit to express her surprise, but he put his left hand on her stomach in a reassuring gesture, while proceeding with the generous application of Vaseline on her anus. She was getting jittery, and thought about something to say … anything! Was he seriously going to sodomise her in this car? Nervously, she looked at his groin to detect any precursor signs of penile invasion, but he was still wearing his trousers, and in the dim light, it was hard to say whether or not he even had an erection. She tried to adjust herself again to express her reserve, but the only feedback she got was him firmly pulling her down, and lifting her two legs up, for prime access to his target. A first inquisitive finger popped inside her and she gasped, her eyes rotating madly in their orbits. The contact was surprisingly soft and agreeable, proof that the Vaseline was a good call. The finger went out and Louis spoke again, while grabbing the small brown parcel to unwrap it: “So the Fox shares a couple of secrets with the Little Prince, before he leaves its planet, things that men seem to have long forgotten …”. The item he extracted from the parcel was unusual, silver like, with an ogive shaped end, a silver bullet of sorts. Grabbing a cleaning wipe, he was now polishing it, rotating it between his fingers, and she could see that the other end was flat, and ornamented with a red faceted gem stone. Probably just glass or plastic she thought, but the bulb-shaped body was clearly made of steel. Fuck!... Was that the item he purchased in the adult store? Was it…. a plug!?!? The man was clearly excited, yet fully focused on his task. He rubbed a bit of Vaseline on the metallic end of the object, and then grasped it like a syringe, to approach it from her a-hole. “It’s gonna happen … it’s gonna happen!” she silently yelled, gulping to suppress her panic attack and closing her eyes to deny the entire ceremony. “And the Fox tells him this: It is the time you waste on your rose, that makes her so important … It is the time you waste on your rose, that makes her so important …” he repeated, while pushing forward. Kirsten felt the cold contact of the metal only for a fraction of a second, the material warming up quickly as it merged with her overheated flesh. She held her breath in the opening phase, and exhaled loudly as the plug was suddenly swallowed, only stopped in its progression by its flat base hitting her anal ring. Her mind went blank … she was speechless … just letting the feeling settle … and curious to find out what … bliss … sensational! She was feeling … whole, somehow! She indulged in the endless drift this was giving her. In the distance, Louis urged her again: “- Repeat what I just said Kirsten! - Awww… Uh … It is … the time … you spend on your … aww … rose … that makes her … so important … - That’s it. Good girl. Make sure to remember that.” Her head was spinning, and as she briefly opened her eyes, she could see that the car windows were now fully covered in condensation. The music was so loud, and the beat so present … were they going to alert the neighbours? She could feel the bass and drums throughout her whole body, was it coming from the car seat? Louis face appeared over hers, and with a lusty smile he asked her “Do you like that?” Peeking below, she realised it was him, tapping the jewel end of the plug with his knuckles, in rhythm with the track. That’s what reverberated between all ends of her wanting body. She nodded and smiled, and for a moment she was envious of his point of view. Surely, this red jewel sitting on top of her butthole must be something to be remembered of! “Greedy me!” she thought, and lying back again, she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, as the beat kept going on! *** ## Epilogue Louis had left the car with a simple statement, delivered in a wink: “Now I know I can trust you. I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ve got work to do. Thanks for the ride!” Stunned, she had watched him disappear in a grey blur through the windshield now dripping with condensation. Just like that!? He had left her half naked, panting, covered in various substances, stuff scattered everywhere, music banging in her ears, in a rental car and in the middle of a fucking storm?! And on top of that only half fucked with a plug stuck in her ass?? She should be furious, she wanted to be mad at him … but strangely enough, the only emotion she was able to summon right now was a rare form of serenity, coated with astonishment, at the reminiscences of the ritual that was just performed. It took her some time to groom up the car, compose herself and wipe the windows clean, but she was grateful for that, the dust had settled in the process, bringing clarity to her mind. She turned the radio on and pumped the volume up. She was still wearing the plug, and had actually no desire to remove it until later that night. Feeling naughty, she anticipated the pleasure of driving with it, and the alien sensation of the road bumps relayed directly to the intimate depths of her body through the seat! As she turned the engine on, she felt light hearted and had a bright smile pinned to her face. After all, it’s not every day you could make such a good friend? Tomorrow would never come soon enough! The car erupted from the car park and dashed into the stormy night, leaving a loud techno beat in its splashing trail. ================ Monsieur KG

30 June 2019

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"I'm on my way home...I've stopped off at my favourite place on the way..." those simple words have me filled with anticipation, never mind I'm in old work clothes, doing housework, wrangling animals and a million other things I must get done today. I feel my body respond to those simple words and my skin tingles, blood rushes around my body, and arousal courses through me. "I'm on my way home"...to me, to us, to our space where play is our language of safety and trust, a place where we are free to indulge our senses, appetites, and lusts for each other in ways that push our boundaries and take us both to a pleasure zone we can lose ourselves in. "I'm on my way home"... and my heart fills with joy and anticipation. Such simple words, yet it's all it takes to arouse this kitten of yours, who cannot get enough of the worship you give her, and the pleasures you lavish on her body as she moves to your beat like a finely tuned instrument. You open me up, and allow all of me to be present. You excite all of me, and I can't wait til you get home to see what your wicked mind has in store for this quivering kitten squirming in anticipation. Meow

21 June 2019

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I have a pussycat that only truly loves a cuddle when she is held tight within my arms, where she can't get away, and puts all her paws in the air and makes air biscuits. Much like my pussycat, Miss Mac, I am a woman who has always been in control but who longs to surrender in order to find herself. In my ideal world I'd be the one able to make air biscuits in bliss like my gorgeous kitten who revels being held safe in my arms. I desire to be safe; safe to surrender and give up some of my control to another. Surrender isn't about submission. For me, surrender is about exchanging power - stepping out of control and into surrender of control to another who sees her, and gives her the opportunity to just be in the moment. And it's not about sex, domination, or the kink for me. Today I had an erotic experience that had nothing to do with sex. I was doing my thing with a friend, just splitting wood. He'd come to visit, and helped me get my splitter working. Then he looked around, saw something he could help me with, and proceeded to go ahead and do it for me. It was something so simple, yet so powerful. He just did it. He went to the hardware store and purchased the necessary items while I continued to split wood. I was in heaven being able to finally split wood for my cold as fuck house. We both continued with our work. As the day progressed, I happened to be standing in the yard, watching him work, realising I'd spent an afternoon not having to wonder what someone was doing, or if they needed help, or god forbid, if I'd have to step in and 'supervise'. This wasn't sexual, but oh my god it was arousing. As a strong, self-sufficient woman, I am often thought of as difficult by men who can't do what I do, or find my power threatening. So to be able to spend the afternoon with a man who didn't do anything other than give me his quiet strength, was simply wonderful. It was the moment I recognised as an opportunity to surrender and simply sit in the willingness to hand over control to someone else and be ok with it. I had no desire to check in with what he was doing. I simply stood there and admired the calm strength of a man around me who knew what he was doing. A part of me whispered quietly to myself, as I watched him working in my yard, just because he wanted to help me...'hello Sir, this Kitten sees you'

21 June 2019

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Jack decided to go for walk in the mountains one day Jack stopped near the top of a steep hill saw nobody around so he decided to have a solo outdoor play But sometimes Jack can be a clumsy dill And when he went to step out of his shorts, he tripped over and began tumbling uncontrollably down the hill Jack thought he was a goner until suddenly he had stopped and was safe, but he found his selfish little friend inside a then stranger called Jill Now Jill was obviously a little surprised as she was facing the other way Slipping off her G String as Jill had also decided to have a solo outdoor play But Jacks timing luckily was impeccable and obviously they were a very nice fit As Jack now had one hand around her holding a ring that was on her tit And his other hand was also around her tickling her wet clit Jill yelled to Jack you’re a stud, so cool and you take things in your stride But what Jack didn’t tell her he was just trying to hold on, as it was Jill giving him a great wild ride So just remember as Fonzie used to say Maybe not everyone should’ve gone to Specsavers Heeey As having old eyes and not seeing Jill, ended with Jack NOT having a Solo Plaaay!!

15 June 2019

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Catching up on the days news, flicking lazily through articles on my iPad, as you sleep beside me, my mind wanders, pleasantly, to the recall of our wild ride in the early hours of the morning; the look on your face as you realised this kitten has morphed again into a hungry, greedy, come fuck me wildcat. Holding my rocking hips, it took time for you to notice the beckoning of my collar. You’re distracted by the breasts you’re greedily suckling as you move my hips in time with your thrusting...but soon enough the touch of the metal, the jangle of the strong gold links, makes its way to your consciousness and you remember with delight the real purpose of your kittens collar...that long, strong, carefully crafted choker chain...and you pull...hard....my pulse races and I feel your excitement as my vision swims and then you let go, cool air rushes in and I feel alive and wild. It drives me wild, riding your body, holding you within me, my body moving in a rhythm designed to give you access to all of me, so you can pull me down, closer, breathless, my lips sucking you ever deeper into me as your lips pull my breasts closer, as your hands wrap the golden chain tight, again and again, forcing my bucking body to clench and ride the throbbing, slippery, cock within me...breathless again, and again. My hand touches my throat as I lay here beside you as you sleep, feeling the tenderness, idly wondering if I’ll need a scarf when the plumber comes later today to give us a quote.

3 June 2019

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