Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Master is Pleased - Chapter 1


Ashley slowly walked up the small bedside stairs and crawled across the bed. The black silk sheets were cool on the palms of her hands and knees causing a shiver to run up her spine. She looked over her shoulder to the man sitting on the oversized chair in the corner of the room. He waved his hand a bit and nodded at her, a smile forming on his lips slowly. “Go on.” His voice was deep and full of passion, even in those two simple words. Ashley shivered again at the thought of him whispering into her ear like he had done so many times tonight.

Slowly crawling across the large four-post bed, Ashley lay down on the far side of the bed and turned back to the gentleman in the chair. She started to speak, his hand going to his lips to shush her. He lowered his hand and ran his fingers through the thick red hair of the female at his feet. She looked up at him and smiled brightly, her fingernails running along her thighs in anticipation. “Go play, my pet.” 

She stood and began walking towards the bed as she removed her robe, slow deliberate movements to extend every moment. The robe slipped to the floor revealing a black and deep red lace bra, the mounds of her breasts pushing against the material risking freeing themselves with one wrong movement. Ashley’s eyes grew wide as she found herself watching the red haired vixen as she climbed the steps to the bed. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back in huge ringlets; her green eyes sparkled with a fire fueled by lust, her full lips slightly tinted with red lipstick. Her eyes followed the curves of the female’s body, down her breasts to the flat, smooth stomach. She bit her bottom lip gently as she followed the curve of her hips and she noticed the panties and garter belt matched the bra. The black stockings came mid-thigh; the black stiletto heels finished the outfit off much to Ashley’s growing delight.

”Victoria, play nice,” the deep voice came from the other side of the room and was barely more than a whisper. “I do not want her broken.”

She nodded slowly and smiled at Ashley, looking over every inch of the new woman’s body. Deep brown hair fell softly around her head on the pillow. Her light brown eyes showed her fear was being replaced slowly with excitement as she watched Victoria climb onto the bed and move towards her. Victoria let her eyes drop to the breasts of the new woman. They were not large, but they were definitely well defined, firm. She smiled as she noticed the nipples becoming erect as she closed the distance between them. She sat down mere inches from Ashley and continued to examine her. Her body was well defined, not that of one that works out, more of one that was just gifted with curves in the right spots. Victoria drew in her breath slowly as she noticed Ashley’s clean-shaven mound. “Oh, the Master does like us shaven, doesn’t he?” She whispered softly as she gently touched Ashley’s knee, drawing her hand up her thigh.

Ashley shivered again as Victoria touched her. “She is cold, my pet, warm her.” The voice again spoke calmly into the room. Victoria moved around so her body was over Ashley’s as to not obstruct the Master’s view. She had done this enough to know what he had wanted to see, to hear, to let his new girls experience. Victoria was his first, his loyal mate. She knew that every girl he would bring home would first be hers to play with, to taste and feel. She knew that she was free to do with the new one’s as she wished, as long as he could see it all and she did not hurt them too much. She slowly lowered herself flat, her body barely touching that of Ashley as she kissed her neck tenderly. She whispered to her, her breath warm and sweet against Ashley’s cheek. “Am I your first, sweetie?”

Ashley’s eyes closed and she found herself moaning into the room, “Yeeesss.” Victoria drew small circles on Ashley’s neck and shoulder with the tip of her tongue. She could feel Ashley’s breathing increase with each touch, her body quivering slightly. “I will not hurt you, I promise.” She whispered again, biting softly at Ashley’s earlobe before tracing it with her tongue. “The Master will have you as well, when I am done, but only if you are good. Do you understand that?” Ashley nodded quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. Victoria kissed her way along Ashley’s jaw line her lips brushing against her lips. “Then let’s see how good you can be.”

She leaned down placing her lips against Ashley’s mouth, pressing gently letting the initial fear and shock wear off. As she heard Ashley sigh she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue running along Ashley’s lips, sliding gently between them. She continued to kiss her passionately, her own breathing becoming more rapid now as she felt Ashley give into the desire and part her lips, greeting Victoria’s tongue with her own. Victoria moaned softly at the sweet taste, raspberries, the taste lingering from the dessert she had shared with the Master earlier. She slid her hand up to Ashley’s face, her fingers brushing her cheek carefully as to not frighten her. She moved her hand behind Ashley’s head, lifting it towards her as she pressed down with her mouth, their tongues beginning to intertwine fervently.

Victoria could hear the approving moan of her Master as he watched her work. She glanced his direction to find him leaning back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face, his mouth pressed against his index fingers. He nodded approvingly and looked back at Ashley. Victoria kissed Ashley harder; the lust of knowing she was pleasing him filled her as her tongue worked Ashley’s again. She lowered her hand and ran her fingers down Ashley’s chest, teasing her nipple with feather soft touches. She heard the intake of breath as Ashley pulled away from the kiss. “I...I..” Victoria raised her hand to Ashley’s mouth and ran her index finger along her lips. “Shhh, I know...I will be gentle.” She looked over to the Master again then smiled back at Ashley. “He is growing pleased with you...with us. Soon he will come for you.”

Ashley started to look at the man sitting across the room watching her. Her mind wandered to earlier in the evening. She had never done anything like this before. The bar, the drinks, the trip to his house. She found herself not being able to resist as he told her she would be tested first, by his lover. She found herself wanting nothing more than to please this man. A man she still did not know the name of. She willingly stripped her clothing off in full view of him and his red haired companion, touching herself without second thought. He had told her to climb onto the bed and to not touch herself without permission again or she would be punished. Was this the punishment? God she hoped so.

Her mind drew back to the moment quickly as she left Victoria’s lips wrap around her nipple. She grabbed at Victoria’s hair moaning louder than she wanted to. Victoria sat up and shook her head slowly, a smile forming on her face, “Tsk, tsk, sweetie. No touching without permission.” She pulled Ashley’s hand away and pointed to the leather restraints tethered to the bedposts. “Next time, I use those, understood?” Ashley looked up at the restraints, her eyes growing wide, her mouth dropping open slightly. Victoria laughed and leaned back down to Ashley. “I will take that as a yes.”'

Victoria leaned down kissing Ashley again, her tongue quickly finding its way past her lips and dancing sensually inside Ashley’s mouth. She caressed Ashley’s breast slowly, squeezing the soft skin gently before moving to the nipple. Tenderly rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Victoria broke the kiss wanting to hear any sound Ashley might make. She twisted the hard pink nipple slowly and watched as Ashley bit down on her lip. “Now now, sweet thing. Don’t fight it. The Master likes to hear us.” Ashley opened her mouth to speak the exact moment Victoria increased the pressure on her erect nipple.

”Oohhh.” Ashley moaned into the room and reached for Victoria’s hand, catching herself before it was too late, letting her arm drop to her side. “Please...don’t hurt me.” She whimpered quietly, the look of fear returning to her eyes again. 

Victoria lowered her head to the tender nipple and kissed it gently. “I will not harm you, I promise.” She extended her tongue, tracing small circles around Ashley’s nipple before wrapping her lips around it, kissing and sucking tenderly. She did not want to harm Ashley and would be as gentle as possible to ensure she enjoyed every touch.

She heard Ashley’s breathing increase slightly again and a faint moan escape her lips as she ran her tongue over the brunette’s nipple slowly. She placed her teeth around the tender flesh and felt Ashley’s body tense at the sensation then relax again. Feather soft strokes down the woman’s stomach placed Victoria’s hand on her inner thigh. Again, she felt the body tense then relax. “See, only pleasure.” She ran her fingers up Ashley’s thigh; gently brushing the outside of her lips, back down the other thigh. “Do you want this, my sweet?” Ashley nodded quickly, her face flush with excitement, “Y-yes...please...”

Victoria smiled brightly at Ashley as she placed her hand on her mound, squeezing, massaging, and kneading the warm, soft flesh. She worked Ashley for a few moments this way, letting her get used to the feeling of her hand. She watched as Ashley’s body began to squirm and pressed against her hand. Victoria gently slipped her middle finger between Ashley’s lip, the warmth and wetness obvious signs of her enjoying this adventure. “Mmm, so wet already, my sweet. You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Ashley opened her eyes quickly and started to speak, a gasp replacing her words as Victoria slid her finger deep inside the wet pussy. She began moving her finger inside the tight warmth, bending it upwards then relaxing it again. Ashley began to squirm again, her eyes closing as the pleasure won over the fear for yet another time. Watching patiently, a single finger sliding deep into Ashley’s pussy, pulling out and up to rub her clit, then back inside again, Victoria waited for Ashley’s body to signal it was ready for more.

The young woman’s body quivered as Victoria withdrew her finger slightly. She left just the tip inside, working the flesh in circles, clockwise; counter clockwise, slow, even paced movements. Ashley’s back started to arch as the orgasm grew within her. Victoria withdrew her finger completely and watched as a small frown formed on Ashley’s face. As her back touched the bed again, Victoria pushed two fingers inside the waiting lips, as deep as her knuckles would permit and instantly curled her fingers up. Ashley’s body arched off the bed, her hips raised into the air as the scream of pleasure filled the room around them. “Oooooo!!!”

Victoria looked to the man on the far side of the room as she heard him whistle sharply, approvingly. He had a look of hunger in his eyes, his fingers twitched slightly as he licked at his lips. “She is nearly ready, my pet. Make her beg for more.” She grinned as she began working her fingers into the increasingly wet pussy. As she pulled her fingers free, she would curl them upwards, moaning herself as she heard the juices slurp against her hand. With each push of her hand, she would increase the speed and strength of the thrust until she was nearly pounding at Ashley’s lips. Ashley’s hips moved with each movement of Victoria’s hand, meeting her fingers on their inward thrust, wordlessly begging for more each time the fingers would pull free.

Ashley looked up at Victoria, her eyes filled with a hunger of their own as she reached out to stroke Victoria’s arm. Victoria smiled and increased the rhythm of their thrusts. “You want to touch, don’t you?” Ashley nodded slowly and looked at Victoria’s lace panties, a scream filling the room again. “Yoooou!!” Victoria purred and pulled her hand free of Ashley. She raised her hand to her mouth and ran her tongue along her fingers, tasting Ashley’s sweet juices. “You want to touch me?” Ashley moaned and nodded. “Like that...teach me.” Victoria held her fingers to Ashley’s mouth and to her surprise Ashley eagerly slid her mouth around them, sucking the remaining juices from them. “Ohh...yes, I think you have earned that.”'

Ashley’s tongue lapped at Victoria’s moistened fingers, working every drop of her own sweet juices from them. Victoria smiled as she pulled her hand away. Ashley licked her lips sensually and lowered her hand to Victoria’s breast. She let it rest there, holding the firm yet soft flesh, feeling the hard nipple under the lace of her bra. Victoria nodded her approval and Ashley began massaging the mound of flesh tenderly. She pinched at Victoria’s nipple firmly, rolling the nub between her fingers. Victoria moaned loudly, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. “Are you sure you have never done this, sweetie?”

Ashley blushed deeply and nodded as she leaned forward kissing the tops of Victoria’s breasts. She gently bit through the lace and held the nipple between her teeth, flicking the tip of her tongue against it quickly. She found herself looking to the corner of the room staring at the stranger who sat watching her. What was she doing? She had never dreamed of being with another woman, much less being watched while doing so. The idea caused her body to tingle, her pussy tightened slightly and she groaned as a small orgasm took her. Victoria’s eyes open quickly and she looked down at to see what had caused the pleasure. She followed Ashley’s gaze and whispered softly to her. “You will feel him, when you have earned it.”

She lay back on the bed, placing one foot on either side of Ashley. “You have earned more touches though.” Ashley bit her lip and smiled as she leaned down kissing Victoria’s stomach. She moved her hand slowly up her thigh, her thumb moving Victoria’s panties to the side slightly, her fingertips teasingly close to the wet snatch. Victoria looked at her and nodded slowly. “Go ahead, touch me.” Ashley slowly shook her head, a smile spreading across her lips as she watched the puzzled look form on Victoria’s face. “Not with my hands.”

Before Victoria could protest she gasped feeling the soft warm lips eagerly sucking on her clit. Ashley released the small nub of flesh and pressed her tongue against it firmly. The flat of her tongue lapped at Victoria’s sweetness, each touch sending a shiver throughout Victoria’s body. She heard a sound from the corner of the room and started to move her head to look for the Master. Ashley roughly slammed two fingers deep into Victoria’s waiting walls and began pumping her hand quickly, each thrust causing Victoria to moan. Her body trembled as the orgasm built rapidly. Ashley’s lips were back around her clit suckling, her tongue flicking at the increasingly sensitive flesh.

Victoria reached for her breasts; her wrists were quickly grabbed and held firmly above her head. Her eyes shot open and locked with those of her Master. He had a hunger in his eyes she had not seen in a while. He smiled down at her then looked to Ashley. “Do not let her release without your permission.” Victoria gasped and started to protest. “But, but I am the one...” He shook his head and began securing her wrists to the foot of the bed with soft leather ties. “You are the one that will beg now. I have not heard you beg for far too long. You know the rules; do not cum until she tells you to.”

He walked around the side of the bed and stood at Victoria’s head. She could see the large bulge of his pants, evidence that she and Ashley were doing well. The view did little to keep her calm as Ashley’s fingers relentlessly thrust into her. She fought the urge to scream out, her body wanted to release, needed to release. She knew doing so without permission would mean a night of watching the Master and Ashley enjoy each other’s bodies, her own hands strapped down to prevent her from touching herself to release. “Please.” She whispered up to him pleadingly. He chuckled and shook his head. “Her call, my pet. Her call.”

Ashley thrust her fingers deep into Victoria’s soaking pussy, her knuckles pressed against the soft flesh of her lips. She began curling her fingers upwards slowly, increasing the pace with each curl. “Is this correct, Miss Victoria?” She whispered against Victoria's clit, the warmth of her breath sending a shiver up Victoria's spine. Her hips began to buck wildly upwards, she desperately tried to beg for release but no sound would escape her save for moans of pleasure. She knew she would be punished with no further release granted, she had fought it as long as she could and just as her pussy walls began to clench down on Ashley’s fingers, Ashley pulled free. “Noooo!!!” Victoria screamed out into the room as the orgasm instantly ceased, her body quivered, her clit and pussy pulsed with her pounding heartbeat.

The Master laughed a wickedly deep laugh as he reached down and pinched Victoria’s throbbing clit one time. She moaned loudly and then whimpered as he let go. He climbed onto the bed beside the two women and teasingly pinched Victoria another time. “You were going to release without permission.” Victoria shook her head quickly and started to speak. He raised a finger to his lips indicating for her to not speak. “You nearly released. The new one is better than I thought. I will find out just how good she is while you watch as punishment.” Victoria whimpered again and bit down her lip. She had not been in the submissive role in a long while. The Master had granted her control over the new girls over twelve years ago and to suddenly fall back into needing permission to cum sent a small rush of excitement through her. She shivered and moaned, the smallest of orgasms taking her. He turned slowly, one eyebrow raised and looked at her. “You are being a defiant one tonight, aren’t you?”

He pulled Ashley across the bed. “On all fours above her. Do not touch her; do not let her touch you. Do you understand, my sweet?” Ashley nodded and climbed above Victoria, their bodies’ mere inches from each other. Victoria could no longer see the Master but she could hear him undressing, could feel him move between her and Ashley’s legs. “Do not close your eyes Victoria. You will watch and hear every orgasm as your punishment. If you are good, you will be granted release.” Victoria bit down on her lip hard and nodded silently. Being in trouble had never been so much fun.

The sudden intake of breath above her told her instantly that the Master had penetrated Ashley’s sweet wet cunt. Victoria stared up into Ashley’s eyes, watching the wave of pleasure fill them deep to her soul. Grabbing at the restraints that held her, she fought the urge to reach up and kiss the beautifully plump lips that were so teasingly close to her. She heard the low chuckle from the Master as he wrapped his hand into Ashley’s hair, yanking her head back and looking over her shoulder.

“You are showing some restraint, good girl,” he smirked down at her as he started bucking his hips against Ashley’s firm ass. Ashley cried out as the long, thick cock slammed deep into her over and over again. Her arms trembled as she struggled to keep herself up on all fours against the onslaught of thrusts. The Master stared at Victoria, watching her as he continued his relentless pounding of Ashley’s dripping wet snatch.

“Master…please…” she breathlessly begged him. Her eyes were locked firmly onto his trying her best to ignore the warmth of the juices that dripped onto her own smooth mound from above. “Please, let me join you.”

His arm raised quickly and in a blinding fast movement, slapped Ashley on one ass cheek then shoved her face down towards the begging woman. “Shut her up before she speaks again and pisses me off.”

Ashley quickly grabbed at Victoria’s face, drawing their mouths together and kissing her hungrily. Her tongue darted from between her lips and danced gracefully with Victoria’s. Victoria moaned and whimpered against the kiss, her body ached to be touch, longed to feel the Master deep within her walls. Moving her head quickly to the side, she broke the kiss.

“Master please!”

Before she had time to blink, the brunette was ripped from above her and impaled on the throbbing cock of the Master. Ashley cried out in shock, pain and pleasure as Victoria stared up at her, the Master’s face hidden behind the mass of brown hair. She could hear his growls, low and deep, the sound causing goose bumps to form on her flesh. She shivered and whimpered again, longing to switch places with the new girl. She watched the firm breasts as they bounced time and time again, each of the thrusts of his hips sending her off the bed only to be pulled forcefully back onto the awaiting cock.

“You are my slut now, aren’t you?” The Master whispered into Ashley’s ear, one hand sliding to her clit, pinching it roughly as he continued his assault on her pussy. Wordlessly, Ashley nodded quickly only to have the pressure on her clit increase to painful force. “Speak the words.”

“I…I…” swallowing hard, trying not to scream out in pain, Ashley stared at Victoria as she continued to speak. “I am your slut, Master.”

One final thrust brought her roughly down onto his cock, held in place as the Master grabbed her hair, bending her head to the side. He stared at Victoria, his eyes black with power as he smiled at her, the flash of fangs gleaming brightly in the dim light of the room. He flicked his tongue against the soft pink flesh of Ashley’s neck, growling low as the pulsing vein beat against his tongue.

“Master, please.” Victoria begged softly, her eyes locked on his as she watched him sink his fangs into the girl’s neck. He kept his eyes on Victoria as he fed. She licked her lips, the hunger in her own body growing with each fading heartbeat. The Master broke free from his feast just moments before the heart stopped completely, thrusting his hips one last time into the lifeless girl he lifted her off his lap and laid her on the bed.

The smell of the blood in the air sent Victoria into an orgasm. Her body stiffened for the briefest of moments before her juices squirted from her aching cunt. Before she could beg forgiveness, her legs we roughly grabbed and yanked upwards held together at the ankles. The Master moved fluidly as he pulled her close, yanking the restraints from her wrists and slid his manhood into her tight ass.

Victoria gasped as the pain ripped through her. She clawed at his thighs as he slowly pulled out of her only to push back in again. Each movement became easier as her body relaxed for him. Each push into her tight hole became quicker, harder more urgent. The blood dripped from his chin, splashing onto her chest as he worked her ass with relentless fury.

A soft moan from next to them drew both their gazes. Ashley stirred on the bed slightly, her eyes still closed, her breathing slow, her heartbeat faint. The sight of the girl triggered something in the Master and he grabbed Victoria up roughly by the waist, slamming her back down onto his cock as he continued to fuck her asshole. She kissed eagerly at his mouth, licking the blood from his chin, her screams muffled as he pressed his lips fully against hers.

With one wild fury of thrusts, he threw his head back, growling loudly as he shot stream after stream of cum into Victoria’s ass. She gasped and grabbed at his shoulders, holding herself still as his orgasm sent her body into spasms of pleasure. He raised his head slowly, his eyes black as pitch and smiled at her.

“Good girl.” He lifted her off his semi-erect cock and set her on the bed before him. “Clean up and tend to her. I want to keep her. Her ability to make you lose control amuses me.”

She started to speak but the Master was already out of the room. Staring down at the brunette on the bed, Victoria smiled as she drew her fingers up her own wet mound, sucking the sweet juices from them. “You are going to get me in trouble, little girl. But it will be worth it.”

Monday, June 27, 2011

My wish

I wish I could be closer in location to my bf.

I want to be near him and be ready to spread myself for him any time he desired it.

I want a reason to have my cunt shaven bare and ready to drip for him. My ass lubed awaiting his cock.

I want to be sitting on the couch with him and have him point to his cock and simply say "suck it" and have me eagerly throat fuck myself with his hard flesh.

I want to be getting ready to go out to dinner with him and his friends, have him place an anal plug on the counter and walk away with a smirk. Have me insert it and wear it the entire time we are out only to come back home and fuck into the wee hours of the morning.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Ravaged

Ever have the sudden, all consuming need to be bent over, face shoved into the bed and have your ass ravaged?

Yeah, that was me about an hour ago.

A sudden need to be used and abused, treated like a sex toy and then forgotten about until the next round.

Yeah, that is me.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Taken

I was thinking of the night that you opened your apartment door and stepped inside. You reached to turn on the light when he grabbed you from behind and slammed you up against the wall. Your cheek stung as it hit the wall, but it was partially cushioned by his hand covering your mouth.

As he kicked the door shut with his foot, he growled in your ear, "Don't make a sound, or I'll hurt you."

Before you could stomp his instep or scratch his arm, the things I had taught you to do, he had your wrists in his hands. He twisted your arms behind you, and you felt handcuffs clamp on one wrist, then the other.

His arm scooped you up around the waist, pulling you off the floor an inch or so and repositioning you facing the wall at a distance of two or three feet. Then he used his upper body as a lever and bent you over causing your forehead to bump the wall, dazing you.

You were in an awkward position, bent forward at the waist, holding yourself up with your cheek against the wall.  You felt him fiddling with your pants unsnapping and unzipping, tugging, sliding them down your hips, your thighs, letting them fall to your ankles.

You wanted so much to scream, but you knew you were at his mercy. If he wanted to hurt you... or worse... you couldn't prevent it. But he was going to hurt you, violate you in the most intimate way... and you couldn't prevent that either.

You whimpered, "No, please. Please don't." And his reaction was to tear at your panties, snapping the elastic apart and ripping them from your bottom.

You felt his hands down your buttocks, down the back of your thighs and then up the inside of your thighs all the way to the top. You tried to struggle, but he grabbed your wrists and snarled, "Don't move unless I tell you to."

And he ran his fingertips along the lips of your vagina. Please, you thought, please don't let him put those inside of me. For a second, it seemed as if your prayer was answered, because he took his fingers away. But then they returned, dripping with saliva, and they pushed between your lips and into you.

This wasn't lovemaking, this was rape. He was forcing his fingers into you and you tensed up with fear, anger and loathing, making him push even harder and cause even more pain. You moaned.

Maybe he mistook your moan for pleasure, because he began to work his fingers in and out of you harder, faster. And somehow, despite your anger and fear and loathing, your body began to respond. Your muscles relaxed a bit, and you began to produce your own moisture.

And then he stepped back. You could tell he was doing something behind you, you could guess and then you felt him force his manhood into you, confirming your guess. You tensed again, trying to exclude him, but in vain. The tense muscles grabbing onto his shaft heightened his pleasure, so he used more force to set up his rhythm.

In and out, pounding you, slapping his thighs against your buttocks, your face pressing harder against the wall, you were his plaything, his toy. He was using you for his pleasure, and you had no control. You felt his thrusting become faster, harder, penetrating you deeper. You knew he was reaching climax. Oh god, was he wearing a condom?

No he wasn’t. His fluid shot into you, not warm and orgasmic as you were used to from a lover, but hot and acid, as if your hatred made it burn in you.

At least it's over, you thought.

And then he grabbed your hair and forced you to your knees. He walked around you and stood before you. His cock was stiff, glistening, dripping fluid from its tip.He grabbed your hair, and you knew what he wanted. As if reading your mind, he whispered, "If you hurt me, they'll find your body in pieces." The thought that someone could say those words to you, and mean them literally, drained all the anger out of you and replaced it with sheer terror. You began to lose bladder control, a warm wetness leaking out of you.

He didn't notice. He just stuck his cock up to your mouth and pressed your head against it. He twisted a handful of your hair to prompt you to do what he wanted, and you did, you parted your lips and took the head of his cock in your mouth.

He pulled your head, forcing his cock past your tongue, gagging you. You almost vomited. He eased up, and then used a more gentle pressure to sync the rhythm of your head rocking back and forth with his cock thrusting in and out. Still, from time to time you gagged a bit.

He began to move faster, press harder. It was more difficult to keep from gagging, and your jaw was aching from keeping your mouth wide open. Then he climaxed again, and you struggled to swallow his cum without choking on it. He held your head tight against his cock until the fluid stopped flowing.

Surely he was done now, you thought. He'll leave now.

You dared to hope as he pulled up his underwear and pants. Then he picked you up around your waist and carried you under one arm to your bedroom. You tried to kick your pants off from your ankles, but their wetness made them unmanageable and your shoes got in the way.

He tossed you onto the bed, face down. He'll tie me up and leave me, you thought, so I can't call the police until he's long gone. That's what he'll do.

But he didn't. You heard him going through your cosmetics on the dresser. He must have found what he wanted, because the noises stopped.

He pulled you up with your bottom in the air and your face down on the bed. You felt him spread your cheeks apart and slather something cold and slippery between them. Oh, no, you thought, he's not going to and then a finger slid into your ass, up to the knuckle. You bit the bedspread to keep from making a noise. He worked the finger in and out, and then you felt a second finger join it. It felt like he was trying to tear your sphincter apart. You concentrated on relaxing to avoid being damaged. And then he stopped, his fingers in you but not moving.

And you knew he was pulling his pants down again and getting himself hard, even without looking. And you braced yourself for what you knew was coming. And then it came. His cock worming its way into your ass, the tip first, pressing, pushing, insinuating itself deeper with each thrust, until it slid past the sphincter and all the way into you. He grunted with pleasure as it did.

Now he started to pump, thrusting deep into your rectum with his cock. You bit hard on the bedspread and tried to open your ass to him, to minimize the screaming pain.

He fucked you and fucked you, plunging his cock into your ass without caring how it hurt you. Harder and faster he fucked you, harder and faster, his breathing turning into gasps and grunts and then he came in you. You felt his cum oozing in you, you felt his cock become more slippery, and you felt it as it lost rigidity and became limp, slipping out of you.

Now he reached for a pair of your pantyhose from your dresser, and he tied them around your wrists, allowing him to take off the handcuffs. He took another pair of pantyhose and tied your ankles together without taking off your pissed-on pants. He tied your wrists to your ankles, leaving you fairly helpless.

And then he picked up your head by your hair and reached around to stuff a pair of fluffy socks into your mouth. Another pair of pantyhose wrapped around your head held the gag in place. You concentrated on breathing through your nose.

Did he slip away right then? Did he stay to watch you, trussed up, unable to escape? Or did he rifle your apartment for valuables or souvenirs? You didn't know.

An hour or so later you managed to free yourself from the restraints. Shaken, sore, scared you heard your computer chime at you. Wanting a bit of normalcy back in your night, you turn on the monitor and see the message blinking at you.



Enjoyed finally meeting you, can't wait to see you again. Only next time, I won't be so gentle.

                                                                                  ---chat user 106954---

Darkness

Darkness. Silence. And pain.

I focus on the pain, and on my breathing. The gag in my mouth, the blindfold and the earplugs leave me at his mercy, and there is no point in thinking of anything else. I breathe regularly through my nose, making a deliberate effort to keep a steady rhythm.

Not only the aching and burning in my thighs and my lower back from staying so long in a kneeling posture. Not only the shooting needles of pain each time my wrists and arms forget that they are bound tightly behind me. There is also the searing pain in my nipples under the pressure of the clamps.

I try not to think of the clamps. Try not to think of how long they have been in place, of how long I have been in place. I trust that he knows, and that he will not lose track of time, that he will not let the clamps and bindings cause any permanent damage, only pain to build the pleasure.

He was tender as he placed the blindfold and earplugs on me, kissing me gently on the back of my neck, nibbling on my ears. He carefully put the gag in place. And then he helped me down onto the floor. But when he put on the shackles and pulled my limbs and torso into his desired configuration, he was firm and strong. Had I wanted to resist, I could not, and he made sure I knew that. His grip was tight grip and powerful just a hint at the strength he possessed and would use if I resisted.

The clamps were a shock, more pain than I could stand. Yet he left them on and left me in position, until the pain of the clamps and the pain of the posture began to consume me. He will release me soon, I thought. Any minute now. But the minutes passed. The pain of the nipple clamps eased as the tissues went numb, but the postural pain continued to build. I began to let a seed of doubt enter my mind. What if he leaves me like this? I banished the thought. He cares for me. He will not allow me to be injured.

Just when the pain and the impending sense of panic are about to fill me with sheer terror, I feel the clamps release. He massages my nipples, restoring circulation to the flesh, bringing back pain to the numbed tissues. I feel a scream catch in my throat, but he continues to massage my nipples and the pain in them finally subsides, leaving them warm and tingling.

He loosens the bindings behind me, allowing me to bend forward at the waist. The movement gives me a wonderful sense of relief. I sigh softly as I feel my face nestle onto a pillow on the floor, the fear that nearly consumed me, now completely removed from my thoughts.

I feel him running his fingertips over my upturned lips, coaxing the moisture to the opening of my cunt. He spreads me open and dips his fingers inside me, wiping my wetness inside and outside of my hole. I feel his fingertips lingering over my clit, rubbing in little circles to make it swell and throb. A pinch causes me to gasp as he rolls the sensitive flesh between forefinger and thumb.

Suddenly his cock is all the way inside me, forcing me to take in its entire length and thickness. I must have made a sound, because he slaps my ass cheeks, one side and the next, hard enough to sting and burn, a reminder to keep quiet.

With my silence he begins to thrust in and withdraw. He begins slowly, making sure I feel every millimeter of his cock in each direction. He pulls out almost all the way, leaving the barest tip of his cock between my lips. Then he slides back into me, bit by bit, daring me to strain against it to pull it in faster, but I know that to do so will earn me another spank. Even knowing this, after a few more thrusts, my discipline lapses for an instant, and I push my hips into him to feel his cock deep against my cervix. His punishment is swift and severe as he beats my ass cheeks. They sting and burn, I can almost feel the redness forming. I regain my control.

I feel more lubricant, this time dripping between my cheeks and onto my asshole. As he holds his cock nearly out of me, he starts penetrating me anally with a dildo. I try my best to take it in willingly making sure I relax to loosen the muscles, and he is careful not to push too fast. Soon the dildo is fully in me, and he ass-fucks me with it for a minute until I am used to the penetration.  My body begins to tremble with pleasure.

Leaving the dildo all the way in, he begins thrusting again with his cock. He starts fucking me harder and faster, until he is pounding his cock into me, his hips slamming into my ass cheeks, and his cock sliding against the dildo on the other side of my vaginal wall.

I feel my own heat building. The pressure and rhythm in my mound are building to a crescendo, and his balls slapping against my clit add to the madness. I know that I have his permission to cum, but only after he does. I pray that he is close to climax, as I don't trust my self-control.  It feels too good, my body shaking with the building desire to release my juices over his pounding cock.

I nearly shed tears of joy and relief as I feel the change in his thrusting that indicate his orgasm, and he pinches the sides of my hips as a signal. My pussy begins to gush wetness as the waves of pleasure and muscle spasms flood through my body. He allows me to push against him, trying to milk out the last drops of his cum as I ride out the last tremors of my own orgasm.

Soon he pulls out both his cock and the dildo, and I feel him begin to undo the restraints on my arms, wrists, legs and ankles.  Once I am fully free, he begins to massage my body, working my limbs to restore circulation and ease the stiffness and pain.

Finally, he removes the earplugs, then the blindfold, and lastly the gag. He takes me into his arms and kisses me on the mouth, passionately, deeply. I return his passion, thankful that he cares for me so.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Welcome to my playground

Welcome to Dirty Little Thoughts. This is my playground of sensual and sexual thoughts, please feel free to comment if you would like, but be respectful of others thoughts and desires as well.

I have toyed with the idea of sharing my thoughts, stories, ideas and fantasies for awhile now. I finally decided that I would put them out to be seen and shared. Some may already know them, others will find them and I hope all will enjoy them.

I have a few things already written up that I will post here. I have some that are works in process and I will add new things as I am inspired or stimulated enough to do so. There will be no set time when things will get posted, they will just appear as I feel the need to post.

I am a sub at heart (with a little bit of hands on practice) and most of my writings will reflect this. No, I am not looking for a Dom. No, I am not looking for a partner. I am just here to write, share and maybe inspire.

Now for the fun stuff, oh and please....enjoy yourself.