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Posted: 12/9/2006 7:56:00 PM | Ola! Some of you are probably wondering where the heck is she?!?! I have not meant to hurt anyones feelings with my absence, I have been very busy with work, training and to be honest with you I've been taking my writing in a different direction.
Those who have followed my thread additions may remember my taking the plunge and then reeling it back in to dipping my toes into what is considered acceptable here at POF. I have been convinced by a good friend (you know who you are) that perhaps I should share where I am taking my writing these days with those who have shared my passion. I am sure there will be some that will enjoy this and others who will not. There is that saying "You can't please everyone all the time".
I have a feeling that my guardian angel will not be looking out after me for this, however I felt an obligation to my "fans" and like minded fellow writers to share this piece completely not broken up in an e-mail message. With that being said, I have cherished the time spent here with all of you. I have been and still am uplifted by your thoughts, encouragement and wonderful writing, even on a bad day (it would seem) you all can kick butt and take names with the words flowing from your souls. Simply, Thank You.
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Silk cloth wrapped slowly, precisely around my wrists, binding me to the bedposts above my head. I am unable to see past the darkness created by the silk cloth over my eyes. The scent of candles drifts about me a sweet spicy scent that soothes and relaxes me. I am pleasantly warm, having had two glasses of wine earlier this evening. I am being seduced. Lovingly, willing, subtly seduced by you, sweet man. A tickling sensation intrudes upon my hazy thoughts. A voice whispers in my ear.
"Relax...let the sensation flood your body...don't be afraid to let it in..."
The voice trails away.
I sigh as the tickling sensation comes again.
"Oh..." "What is that feeling?"
You laugh softly, "Shhh...trust that I will not hurt you I will bring you only pleasure tonight. The soft touch you are feeling now is a feather...now...no more questions. Just feel."
Nodding consent I submit my body to the care of your very capable hands. The feather trails down my cheek, crossing to trace my collarbone. Further down my nipples harden from the tickling sensation, and then I feel slow circles caressing my belly. Nudging my legs apart the feather swoops down lingering between my thighs. Shivering I cry out softly as it tickles my sensitive clit. The feather drops down further caressing my knees and ankles.
Warm rough hands replace the feather causing me to moan as they glide up and down my body stroking, soothing and teasing. A finger slides inside my wet **** and I writhe against the touch as you slip two more fingers in me, twisting your palm up as you cup my mound and drive your fingers deeply into me.
"So wet," your murmur, "Tonight, you are completely and utterly mine. When I say feel, you will feel. When I say suck, you will suck whatever is put in your mouth. If I stop, there will be no pouting or pleas to continue. Just feel...taste...drown in sensation. You will stay tied down, unless I decide otherwise."
Your hands continue to caress me, massaging my body.
"Your body is mine tonight, no longer your own."
You tilt my hips upward and lazily lick my clit. My hands tighten around the silken cords; back arching slightly trying desperately to move closer to the delicious sensations you are causing. Withdrawing your tongue I feel your warmth leave me; I nearly moan in spite of your earlier statement. My body quivers slightly as you laugh softly then aches painfully as I hear the fading of your footsteps when you leave the room. Oh my GOD! My body is on fire. Even the simplest touch you bestow upon me arouses me to like no other.
I listen intently praying, aching for your return and gasp sharply at the sensation of sudden cold wetness on my stomach. Squealing sharply as the cold trails down to my thighs. I shiver then moan as you slowly rub ice against my clit, slowly rocking to your rhythm. You bring me so close to coming when you replace it with your hot beautifully firm mouth. The ice slides into my ****, melting quickly in the warmth of your tongue and me as you lap up the water mixed with my juices. I come suddenly, my **** tightening around the cold ice and your warm tongue the contrast is overwhelming. My body tenses and I cry out at the intensity of the orgasm you toy from me. You are merciless, strong hands grasping my hips as I twist, your tongue plundering into my gushing ****. Wave after wave of feeling washes over me until I am limp with exhaustion
"Do you like that, my sweet?"
"Oh yes..." stretching like a cat in spite of the bindings
The bed dips as you move your body closer, oh so very close to mine. I feel the tip of your velvet tipped****against my mouth. I flick my tongue eagerly savoring the taste and texture of you as you slowly nudge your past my wanting lips and into my watering mouth. My mouth encases you fully; you are so hard and hot in my mouth. I swallow you whole as you gently thrust touching the back of my throat. Moving in and out of my mouth, my tongue drives you crazy. I want so badly to clench your ass in my hands. I moan as you reach down and grip my hair, I hear your other hand smack on the bed railing for added leverage. Your moans tell me you are close to cumming in my mouth, I suck harder slurping with each stroke, but instead you slowly pull out of my mouth popping like a sucker as you leave me empty. Your teeth playfully nip at my neck then I feel your hot moist breath against my neck as you whisper softly in my ear,
"What do you want from me tonight?"
Shivering at the sensations you cause, nearly melting from the desire I feel inside, "I want your****buried deep inside of me," I moan rocking back and forth on the bed; enticing you further.
"A very good suggestion, my love," you whisper. Shifting lower to nibble the sensitive area on my neck and traveling further you flick your tongue against my nipple. I groan and arch my back begging silently for more. Your****nudges against my ****, seeking entrance into my wetness, and then easily sliding inside. You tease me for a moment letting your****rest there, right on the edge of sliding deep inside so deep inside me, pulsing hotly. I try to arch my hips but you move away each time then slide a bit deeper each time I my hips rest on the bed. I strain slightly against the ties listening intently to your harsh breathing, such sweet music to my ears. I moan in protest and you laugh softly.
"Do you want this?" you ask, slowly rubbing your****against my swollen clit.
I moan and whimper, "GOD, yes please...give it to ME!"
Bracing yourself against the bed, you slide into me in one swift stroke, taking my breath away. Soon my breathing matches yours, panting into the darkness. Behind my blindfold I fall into a state of unashamed ecstasy, moaning, groaning, feeling every sound and sensation you evoke and pleading for more, deeper and harder. I don't know when or how but suddenly my hands are released and I am hugging you close raking my nails down your back with each deep stroke into me.
"Let go...cum for me," you whisper harshly thrusting hard.
I feel the wave building, my **** throbs tightly around you causing an animal groan; you stiffen above me and quickly drive deeply causing me to yell out from pleasure. Our cum flows out dripping as you grind your hips against me making my orgasm last longer with the aftershocks. Spent you slowly lower yourself next to me and I turn and look at you; my knee brushing against your**** I feel it stir against me, jumping from contact. Grinning impishly I reach down to caress you, my fingers tickling your balls. Whispering into your ear, laughing softly…
"I call a do over."
       
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| Silken Ties...
Posted: 12/11/2006 1:57:27 PM | Wow...it has been so long that I had forgotten that certain words were not allowed here...that's censorship for you.  | |
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Posted: 12/11/2006 4:35:52 PM | In domination,
his submission...
Sensation of emotions and thought.
Control relinquished and required,
Bondage practised and desired,
his flesh a canvas for sadistic artistry,
Flogging raised lines and curves upon skin.
Punishment for infraction, lesson or personal pleasure,
The reward a place in my heart.
Chastity enforced to keep him focused,
Command, attention, humiliation,
Pride for a boy well-trained .
The angel worships like none before him,
His body yearning, his length denied,
Those blue eyes fluid with need.
Collected, unable to but love me,
I revel in his captured adoration.
Like a flower brushed gently against the wind,
his body bends beneath me,
Opening to my touch,
he's mine to use and I own him,
A soul for the devil to consume.
In submission,
My domination...
A gift he says,
That I've accepted,
Deviance, lust, love combined.
Communication, trust, respect essential,
Reaching those dark places in hearts and of minds.
Wonderful thread.
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| My Caress
Posted: 2/25/2007 9:30:27 PM | Marvelous! *Wolf Whistles* (clapping crop) {grin} Thank you Beautiful Deviant for sharing this wonderful read!
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sting
of leather on flesh
the sound
cumulating
in a rush
of pleasure and pain
sweet...blissful pleasure of pain
searing bite
of slender crop
‘cross tender cheeks
hastening
flow of wicked desires
bittersweet taste of wicked desires
scorpion sting
of biting tip
nipping
mounds with hardened peaks
scorching
dark passions, boiling blood
sweet hot flow of dark passions
bite
of supple hide
on moistened lips
the burn
piercing
deep into dark pleasures
pungent sweet kiss of dark pleasures
my caress
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| My Caress
Posted: 2/26/2007 5:27:18 AM | Great to see you back writing again, swEt!
Some call it, deviant, I call it, exploration,
and what some call, love-lust writing, I call them, up tight.
Others may even call it boring, but I call it, fill in the blanks frank.
Sure beats some of this plastic porn crap, the porn industries flogging.
and not to worry, swEt, guardian angels read it, too.
oh, btw, the edit fixes those pussy words.
She told me, "you don't know the meaning of pain"
well, that night, she taught me the real meaning,
but what I also discovered was, relief.
See, what I found out that night was,
it wasn't just the unexpected painful pleasure of her ropes,
candles, clothe pins and leather crop, but it was the relief
that I could finally trust someone to hand out that kind of action,
and still love and respect me for wanting to explore,'the bottom'.
Some may call it domination and submission, but I call it,
trust.
A few nights later, she trusted me.
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| His Name
Posted: 2/26/2007 5:59:07 PM | Oh Om...isn't the switch spectacular?! Simply delicious.
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I sat in the chair with my palms pressed against the top of my thighs. Wearing a skirt that hugged my full ass. If I were standing up the skirt would have come to my mid thigh. A black stretchy tank top covered my lace demi bra. I am not skinny girl; I come with curves Full C breasts and a round ass.
Him...He was a mystery.
"You may move your hands now, but only touch your thighs." I slowly began to rub my thighs. Soft caresses and then with more pressure to indicate my desire for more.
"Move your hand up, and rub your belly."
Slowly my hand traveled up my hipbone to my belly, above my pussy and below my breasts.
"Use both hands."
My hands pulled away from the center to my sides then back again, each time increasing my arousal. I could feel my clit swell, my panties becoming moist, and without touching mu nipples, I knew they were hard.
As if reading my mind..."Such beautiful breasts. Touch them, but do not touch the nipples."
My fingertips traced the sides and up around the swell of my breasts. I used my hands to cup my full breasts. Then they pulled up around the sides to squeeze them together, as my finger continued the path the come between them. I hoped he was as aroused as I was.
"Now you can touch your nipples."
I cupped my breast fully then, feeling my nipples push through the fabric, hard against my palm. I used my middle finger to circle my nipple, which made it harder, and my panties wetter. Gently flicking them with my thumbs.
"Take off your shirt."
Slowly I pulled off my tank top to reveal my large breasts bursting from my bra. I began skimming my fingers on the newly exposed skin. Tracing my fingers along the lace edging of the bra. I desperately wanted to slip my fingers in, but had to wait.
"Squeeze your nipple though the bra."
I began squeezing the nipple, enjoying the erotic sensation of the rough lace against my sensitive skin. Every squeeze to my nipples increased my awareness of the ache between my legs.
"Are you wet?"
I nodded.
"Let's see how wet. Slowly pull up your skirt and show me your panties."
I began to inch my skirt up slowly. It was torture. When the hem of my skirt was above the waist of my panties I stopped.
"Spread your legs. Let me see."
I spread my legs. I couldn't see it, but I could feel the dampness soaking my panties.
"Take off your panties for me."
I stood up and pulled off my panties, to reveal a neat triangle. My lips were shaved, swollen and slick.
"Sit down and spread your legs."
I complied.
"Now spread those lips and let me see inside."
Slowly I took my fingers and slid them between my lips, spreading them apart to allow him full visual access.
"Nice. Slide your fingers up and down, but don't cum yet."
I did as I was told, aching for more pressure on my clitoris.
"Take off your bra."
Now naked except for my skirt twisted around my waist.
"Play with your nipples again."
My fingers reluctantly leave my pussy and headed back up to my nipples. I began to flick the nipples with my fingers and rub them with my thumbs. I could feel my clit swelling, and I desperately wanted to pay some attention to it.
Again, he must of read my mind.
"You can touch your clit now, but keep one hand on a nipple."
My middle finger on my left hand eagerly slipped between the lips of my pussy and put pressure on my clit. It felt so good I was so close to cumming. "Easy now. You can't come yet. Ease off a bit."
Reluctantly I did as I was told. I continued to play with my nipples and gently stimulate my pussy. He watched me for a while. Knowing when I was close his intense gaze keeping me from fully satisfying myself until he said
"I want you to make your self come now. Imagine my cock inside of banging into you. I want to hear you scream my name as I take you from behind and fuck you."
As soon as I was given permission I increased my speed and pressure to my clit. My dancing hands working their magic, he began to talk to me about the ways he was going to fuck me, my mind went crazy and I began to cum.
"Don't stop, keep going, I want to hear you scream."
I rode the wave as he encouraged me to cum again and again. Oh how I screamed his name...over and over
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Posted: 2/26/2007 6:16:14 PM | *shaking head*
Roxy, Roxy, Roxy......
jeeeez Woman.......now what am I supposed to do?.....
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| His Name
Posted: 2/26/2007 6:30:49 PM | T...You know I am very aware that you are already working on something...that glorious mind of your never ceases to amaze...
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Posted: 2/26/2007 6:57:05 PM | Let's pretend that I'm a housewife,
and you're the delivery boy...
you've come delivering to my life,
the pleasure I enjoy.
Or maybe I'll be Little Bo Peep,
wondering where I've lost my sheep..
The Big Bad Wolf is who you'll be,
pussy's what you want from me!
Let's pretend you've traveled far,
a visitor from a distant star..
here from some spacey rock,
bringing me your alien cock
Or I could be a sexy maid,
or a princess captured in a raid..
by pirates on a Spanish sea,
from which I had no chance to flee!
Let's pretend that we are strangers,
complete with all the unknown dangers,
and that we have never met,
but you'll show me things I'll not forget.
I could be a dancing girl,
naked as I dance and whirl..
wearing a mask upon my face..
something erotic, made of lace.
I could do a bump and grind,
one of those really nasty kind!
Let's pretend that I'm a nurse..
or an actress... we'll reherse.
Pretend I'm a witch who owns a hex
casting a spell so you want more sex!
We can pretend to be anyone,
making the sex all that more fun!
"The only limition is...imagination"
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Posted: 2/26/2007 7:09:00 PM | edit: haha^^^yup, I was......
Leather flexed tight around her ample breasts I Needed her yet she laughed
Sound of her as she bent to me....the whisper of her frabric caressing her tight assssss
I can smell her strawberry lipstick damn her she knows I love it.....
yet I don't move....won't give her the satasfaction....
I hate you right now.....
Tied to a chair I can't move......
B itch.....
It's hot in here, my sweat rolls down my chest and gathers down there.....vvv......
God she's hot, my mouth starts watering......
She just stands there.....moving her hips to the raging music...
back and forth....back and forth....
she turns around slowly........her ass in that tight dominatrix vinyl.......fuck.
Red light tonight in the dungeon of delight....
She smiles...here we go.
Walks slowly to me slapping her hand with that fvcking whip.....
"You've been a bad boy truth"....
"Bet your ass b itch"...
.......CRACK.......CRACK......CRACK......
MMMMMMMM.....
C'mon baby, you know I like it......that all ya got?.......
She strattles me, she puts her hand over my mouth......I flex hard again my bonds....
Muscles rip.....I can see it in her eyes.....
What do you want?.....mmmmmm?.....
God I'm hard right now.....
I know she can feel it too, she's moving her hips over me right now, I push and she lifts just enough......I feel my heart pounding, My eyes are half closed, god I'm horny.....
B itch.
Her tongue moves over my chest, slowly circling my nipples....I lean my head back.....
She goes to her knees....Tracing her tongue over my bulge......I think I'm going to explode.....
"God I want you baby, c'mon, take em off, I'll do whatever you want"...
she smiles.....
"Say my name".....she says....."Tell me what you want to do"....
"I want your pvssy".....
"do you"?....."how bad do you want it"?.....
mmmmmmmrr..I struggle again the bonds, no luck.....she knows what she is doing...
She moves around me, I can feel her back there.....
"You can have one hand"......
"Show it to me"...she whispers.....
"No problem sweety"......It's out, god that feels good, blood rushes.....I feel dizzy....
She unbuttons her top....shows me one nipple....god I can taste it from here.....
"Want to see them"?...she purrs....she turns around....moving to the music again....
Back and forth....back and forth.....
"Yes", I say, and I ain't lyin' either.....
she turn around....
"Stroke it for me"....she purrs again....licking her lips and revealing her ample tits.... "slow".....
B itch......
I stroke it slow for her....it fvcking throbing in my hand....
"Stop"!.......
What?....stop?......."I can't"...I say....CRACK.....I stop.
She lowers to her kness in front of me.....moving towards my c ock....her mouth open, her hot breathe against my length....she pulls back....."Stroke it".......cum for me.....
"Slow"...she whispers..."slow"......
I start again......I can see her hunger.....I can't hold it anymore....Her fingers move over my body .....she rakes me with her nails.......her tongue dances over my stomach......
She takes me into her hot mouth.......then pulls back...animal lust has caught us both.....
I cry out......................
She smiles....................
God She's Goooood...............
Yessssssssss.
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Posted: 2/26/2007 7:19:26 PM | | WOW...I've been spanked, yep my ass cheeks are glowing! ehehehe SwET...T... marvelous darlink...simply marvlous! | |
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| Going Down
Posted: 2/26/2007 8:04:47 PM | *Cracking Knuckles* {GRIN} OK you....asked for it! I'm taking the plunge again... GERONIMOO O O O O
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He pressed the elevator button and loosened his tie, his entire body slumping. He was beat. It was Friday night and he was ready for the Foster’s oilcan that was perfectly chilled and awaiting him in the refrigerator. He could almost feel the ice-cold lager sliding past his parched lips, over his sticky tongue and down his heated throat. Oh, it would be so good. He wondered if there was a game on tonight, maybe the Yankees?
He smelled her perfume before he actually noticed her, floral, spicy and SEXY. Confident and tall, her lips blood-red and shiny. She looked at him and smiled with perfect white teeth, her blue eyes connecting with his, then moving away. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t find the words. She was like no woman he had ever seen before and she stirred something in him that … that …
“Nice night.”
He couldn’t believe that she had spoken to him. She turned that devilish smile on him, batting her eyes coquettishly at him. “Uh, yeah.” He stammered. “Nice night.”
“Not too hot, not too cold.” Her raincoat fell open and he glimpsed the tops of round breasts in a black corset dress and thigh-high boots. The breath left his lungs in a loud gasp and she just smiled. “Are you all right?”
“Y – Yes. I’m okay.” He shoved his hand into his pocket to adjust his suddenly hard cock “Just a little tired, I guess.”
“Hard day at the office.”
Was he hallucinating? Did she really just emphasize the word hard? “Uh, yeah.”
“Harder than usual?”
His heart hammered in his chest. “Uh, yeah.”
The ding of the elevator bell startled him and again, she smiled that little knowing smile, as if she was enjoying a private joke at his expense. She stepped into the vehicle, locking eyes with him. “Going down?”
He woodenly entered the elevator and remained silent, pressing the lower level garage button, afraid to trust himself to speak. If she looked down, she could have seen that his cock was doing all the talking for him. He was so hard that it was painful. Just don’t look at her! He couldn’t resist. She was exquisite. Another ding and the elevator’s doors opened.
“Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you, too.”
His head started clearing as soon as he left her presence and he laughed to himself. Maybe she was wearing some kind of pheromone perfume. At least his cock was going down. It would have been quite a problem to drive with that monster. He didn’t notice the white van that was edging closer to him or hear the sound of her high heels tapping behind him.
By the time he noticed, it was too late.
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“Awaken, sweet slave.”
His head felt heavy. He tried to lift it but he couldn’t. He felt strange. His mouth was dry but he was unable to lick his lips. Something was in his mouth. He tried to raise his hand to remove the obstruction but he couldn’t. What the hell was going on?
A slash of pain swiftly brought reality into focus, although the edges were still a bit blurry. His goddess was standing in front of his, wearing the same expression as she had in the elevator; a playful mixture of amusement and disgust. She held a cat-‘o-nine tails in her black-gloved grasp, running her fingers up and down its polished handle.
“Ah, he’s awake.” He moaned in response. “Aw, does my poor slave want to speak?” She reached forward and popped the ball gag out of his mouth. “There. Now you are permitted to speak.”
“Where the fuck am I?”
“My dungeon, sweetie, and you’re just in time for the festivities.”
“Festivities?”
“Yes. My dungeon’s grand opening.”
He shook his head in confusion and tried to stand upright. He couldn’t. That was when he noticed that he was locked in an ancient set of stocks, his head and hands hanging from the holes. “Could you get me out of this?”
Her dazzling smile washed over him like cold water because it didn’t reach her dark eyes. “No.”
“No? What do you mean, no?”
The whip ripped across his legs and he cursed. “I mean, no. And my word is gospel.”
“Who says?”
She lashed him again, twice this time. “Did that answer your question?” He bit back angry words, his face turning red. “Good! Now…the rules. You do not speak unless I allow you to. You do not touch me unless I allow you to. You are always to be on your knees. You do not look at me unless I ask you to. You cannot cum unless I give you permission. You will do everything that I instruct you to without question. If you fail in any of task I give you or break any rules, you will be punished. Severity depends on how badly you’ve transgressed. Do you understand?”
“Do you expect … OW!”
The lash bit into his tender ass flesh again and she grabbed her jaw in one hand. “Do you understand?”
He glared at her, realizing how untenable his situation was. This tantalizing bitch was in total control and one word stood between an exciting journey and return to his lackluster life. He knew that if he played his cards right, he’d get to pussy her and that made it all worthwhile.
“Yes.”
“Good.” She pushed the gag back into his mouth. “I think we should get started with a little discipline, just to get you in the groove.”
He didn’t know what she was talking about so when the first slap of the paddle hit his left ass cheek, his muffled shout was filled with indignation. She moved around to the front of the stocks and looked at his face. He was rapidly nodding his head ‘no’. She moved back and slapped him again, twice in succession, then rubbed her hand over the reddened area. Her leather-encased hand felt good on the hot skin and he shivered in anticipation. His entire body jerked when her hand slid between his legs and briefly cupped and stroked his balls and rigid cock.
“Ah, yes, you do like it.” He hated the smile in her voice. Bitch! But she was right. He did like it. He liked giving someone else the control. He hadn’t realized it until now. “I knew you would.” Another slap, then another, this time on his right cheek. The burn spread across his skin and his cock seemed to harden even more in response. A deep moan escaped him. A few more whacks on each cheek, then her cool hand, gently massaging, sliding over his hard tool and balls again.
She gave him a small smile, standing in front of him. “You will address me Mistress Marie. Is that understood?” He nodded. “Good. Now let’s get you into something more comfortable.”
His body sagged in relief. His legs were sore from standing so long and his wrists were going numb. Oh, how wonderful a nice, soft bed would be now!
She moved underneath him and he groaned, feeling her hot mouth and teeth on his nipples. His cock leaped in response, a groan humming through his entire body. The excruciating pain that next followed was a surprise. She applied the other nipple clamp and sat back to observe her work. They were rubber-encased because she didn’t want to hurt him. Yet.
“Like those, slave?”
He moaned. The pain had subsided greatly and was replaced with a dull throb of delicious pleasure. He felt so weak. He wasn’t ready for the super-tight cock ring that she slid onto his stalk and couldn’t contain himself. Thick ropes of his jizz flew across the room, splashing on the floor. She was absolutely livid.
“What did I tell you?” He trembled at the fury in her voice. She ripped the gag from his mouth. “What did I tell you were the rules?”
“To wait for your permission, mistress.”
“And you did not!”
“I’m sorry, mistress. It’s just that when you touched me … “
“SILENCE!” Her shout was punctuated with a lash from her whip. He whimpered. “You have broken a rule and you must be punished.”
“I said I was sorry, mistress.”
“Sorry does not cut it, especially when I did not give you permission!” She angrily slapped the whip’s handle across her palm. “I have something to make you remember your place.”
She stepped out of his line of sight and he heard her moving behind him. The thick leather of a cuff surrounded his right wrist and after a loud click, the top block of the stock lifted. She pulled his right wrist behind his back, yanked the left one back and quickly cuffed it before he had a chance to react. The spreader’s bar restricted his movement, keeping his arms apart.
“Drop to your knees.” That wasn’t a problem for him. His legs were already weak from standing so long and he sagged to the floor. “Now, clean the floor.”
“What?”
“Clean up your mess. I don’t want your cum on my clean floors so clean it.”
“What am I supposed to clean it with?”
“Your tongue, of course.”
“What? No way, Bitch.”
The whip’s lash bit into his ass flesh and he hissed in pain. “Do as I say. Any further dissention will bring more punishment.” She flicked the whip again and again, red welts rising on his pristine skin. “Now clean.”
His eyes watered as he bent over his cum slick. God, this was horrible! Not only did he have to clean the floor with his tongue, but he had to eat his own cum. His eyes glanced at the shadow over his shoulder and he knew he’d feel the whip again if he didn’t move. His tongue stretched out and licked a gob from the floor. The slightly salty taste spread across his mouth and he took a moment. It wasn’t too bad, he decided and eagerly bent to his work. She gave him a couple more lashes for good measure and sternly supervised his actions.
“Good.” She watched him rise, then bent to attach the cock ring. He stood patiently, grimacing at the pain, surprised that he was getting hard again so quickly. She slapped the head with her hand, laughing. “You are turning out to be such a slut.”
He quivered, his blood pounding. “Thank you, mistress.”
“Well, I think that’s enough punishment for one session.” She uncuffed him from the spreader bar. “I require you to service me.”
From his knees, he looked up at her, lust lighting his eyes. “What would you have me do, mistress?”
“First, you shall bathe and then you shall bathe me.” She tossed him a towel and a razor. “And make sure you shave every bit of hair off your body.”
He started to complain but decided not to. Being completely shaved wouldn’t be a bad thing. She showed him where the shower was and he scrubbed thoroughly, trying to shave as quickly as possible without cutting himself. Marie looked pleased when he stepped out and closely inspected his balls and ass cleft.
“You did a good job, slave. I will give you a small reward.” She gave his cock a few hard strokes then quickly released him. “Now, bathe me.”
He watched in awe as his mistress undressed, devouring each inch of her smooth skin with his eyes. Her shoulders were broad, her breasts slightly sloped and capped with rosy pink nipples and her pussy completely shaved. He wanted to run his hands over her hips and down those legs. Better yet, he wanted to clean her with his tongue. He stood behind her in the shower, washing her with the soapy washcloth. She turned to face him and pushed him to his knees.
Without warning, she ground his face into her pelvis. He flinched, trying to move away, but she wouldn’t let him. The warmth of her pussy burning his lips as water sprayed his chest, swirling down the drain, her eyes met his, daring him to object but he did not. He rinsed himself off then reached up to clean her pussy. He felt the heat rise to his ears as he watched her rub against his cloth-covered fingers, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the friction. She stepped back into the spray of the water and rinsed.
He had a towel ready when she stepped out and rubbed her dry. She smiled at him, warming his blood. “Stay here.” She returned with a thick leather collar and a leash. She snapped it around his neck, attaching the leash then jerked him forward. “You’re mine.” She whispered silkily, her lips just inches from his. “Every part of you belongs to me. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“And you will do everything I ask?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Without question?”
“Yes, mistress.”
He felt as if she was hypnotizing him. He was falling into the fathomless blue eyes, losing himself bit by bit. “You may kiss me.”
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. When his tongue slipped out to touch her, she recoiled.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you, mistress.”
“I did not say that you could French me, slave. You have not yet earned that privilege.”
“I’m sorry, mistress.”
“Drop to your knees and lick my feet.” He did as he was asked, painting her feet with his saliva until she told him to stop. She yanked on the leash and led him into another part of the dungeon. A huge four-poster bed sat in this room, the sheets clean and inviting. “If you please me, you can sleep on the floor next to my bed. If not, you’ll sleep in the cage.” His eyes slid over to a black cage in the far corner. “Lie down and close your eyes.”
He lay absolutely still as she attached the wrist and ankle cuffs to him, leaving him spread-eagled and vulnerable. His rock hard cock pointed to the ceiling and his nipples throbbed from the clamps but he was excited beyond belief. He felt her weight on the bed, moving toward his body, then straddling his chest.
“Oh, mistress, please!” He could hardly believe that the whiny voice was coming from his own mouth. “Please let me cum!”
“You’re begging me to let you cum?”
“Yes, mistress. Please!”
“Even though your begging is pleasing to me, I must say no.” He felt her shift from him. “You have yet to service me and I cum first.” The tension of his stretched arms and legs lessened and he realized that she had freed him. He rolled onto his knees, watching her crawl onto the bed and lie back. She spread those luscious thighs, her two-toned pale pink glowing pussy open to his view, her eyes meeting his. “Are you waiting for an invitation, slave?”
“No, mistress. I am just thanking my lucky stars that I get the privilege of servicing your pussy.”
She smiled, sending a bolt of warmth through his thighs. “You’ve learned pretty quickly, slave. I am very impressed with you.” Mistress Marie laid back, her hands folded behind her head. “I’ll make you a deal. I want you to eat me and I want you to lick every bit of my cum until I’m clean. If you can make me beg you to stop, then I’ll let you fuck me.” She turned onto her stomach, raising just enough for him to see her fat pussy lips squeezed between those tasty thighs. “Think you can do that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“And if I allow you to fuck me, “ She raised onto her knees, her heavy nipples swaying beneath her. “I want to be fucked. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You think you can fuck me?”
“I think I could make you happy, mistress.” He moved behind her, his mouth watering at the sight of her glistening slit. “I also think that you could train me to better service you.”
She turned her head to look at him. “And you would accept this training?”
“Oh, yes, mistress.”
“Without question?”
“Without question and with every bit of my heart.”
He waited behind her, his jaw aching in anticipation. Her voice was soft. “Then you may begin.” He slid in behind her and just took a deep whiff of her sex smell. Her scent was musky and sweet. He trembled, hoping that he was good enough to satisfy her. He flipped onto his back and slid between her legs, pulling her hips and pussy down to his waiting mouth. She moaned at the contact, pressing down on his face. He moved his head up and down so that his mouth and nose were rubbing her opening and her hidden clit and was quickly rewarded with her loud intake of breath.
“Fuck my face, mistress.” He pulled her back down onto his mouth, looping his arms around her hips to keep her from rising up. She looked down into his eyes and moved again, shuddering as his tongue slid deep into her hole and his nose pressed against her clit. It took a moment for her to find a steady rhythm and she fucked his face for everything that she was worth, screaming aloud as she came hard.
Once she’d recovered, he flipped her over and began to ravage her pussy all over again, forming his tongue into a spear and ramming it viciously into her sodden snatch. Her body writhed beneath him, her throat releasing strange noises as she hurtled toward another orgasm. He grinned and pushed her onto her side, moving between the scissors of her legs and burying his face in her snatch once again.
This time, he was the aggressor, grasping her hips in his hands and driving her to yet another climax, his flat tongue licking her clean.
“Please!” She gasped, releasing him from her legs. “Please, stop!”
He did as she asked, making sure that she was clean with feathery licks and tantalizing sucks. His cock ached to sink into her throbbing pink softness. He hoped that she remembered her promise.
“You may claim your reward.”
He gently maneuvered her onto her knees and sank his stiff cock into her weeping hole. She groaned, pushing her shoulders down so he could assault her pussy. He slammed himself into her, grunting every time the cock ring met her skin. He was harder than granite, than ivory, than any diamond known to man, but he couldn’t cum. The ring held him hostage, deliciously prolonging his torment while he hammered her to another gasping orgasm.
Now, he wanted to cum. He flipped her onto her back and pushed only the fat head of his cock into her pussy. She whimpered, shivering. He reached down and placed her hand on the slippery cock ring. She unsnapped the ring.
“Thank you, mistress.”
He gritted his teeth and moved into her again, stroking those cum-drenched walls with his engorged prick, enjoying every sensation that spread through his body. She responded to his touch like a wildcat, meeting him thrust for thrust, grinding her pussy into him. He felt it coming. It started at the base of his spine, working its way upward, moving in waves through his legs and stomach and making his skin tingle.
They both exploded together, her legs clasped around his back, his hands gripping her hips. He thought he was going to pass out. Her rippling muscles kept milking him over and over and he collapsed next to her, moaning in the sweet aftermath.
{Note: I know it just isn't the same with the asteriks...but it has taken more than 15 minutes to find all the cock, pussy and fuck references!} Yeah, what a filthy mind I have...
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| Going Down
Posted: 2/27/2007 6:35:43 AM | Um......wow?
 
I see you have had some time on your ....*hands*.....
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| Going Down
Posted: 2/27/2007 3:07:04 PM | Ok Roxy
Getting interesting now
Bar has been raised to a satisfactory level
I better drop past and play again very soon
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| Worship Me Gently...
Posted: 2/27/2007 5:53:11 PM | T...much time went into that one! A contstructive use of my time eh?
Longte...I await the presence of your devilish decadent mind...
This is a reposting...I placed it last night in Robert's wonderful space, what can I say...the title of his forum is an addiction!
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The sensation of my whip, as it lashes your skin...
fills me with power, I'm writhing within.
Your pleading for mercy, sends me over the edge...
your begging and moaning, filling my head.
You ask for this punishment, you need me to lead...
your actions speak loudly, your desire to bleed.
The feel of my fingers, as they grip in your hair...
my tongue on your lips, I must taste your air.
You breathe life into my veins, that once ran so cold...
you give me this power, this energy to hold.
You let me think I rule, that I'm in control...
we both know you lead me, that you own my soul.
So tug your leash gently, as I lead you around...
whisper mistress softly, then don't make a sound.
Let me control you, I must take the lead...
Worship me gently, or my soul shall bleed.
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| Worship Me Gently...
Posted: 2/28/2007 5:19:19 PM | Thanks, Rox.
I've enjoyed your entries here...WOW!
I was pleased to have found your writings...very sensual.
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| Waxen Pleasures
Posted: 2/28/2007 7:36:55 PM | Thank you Beautiful Deviant! I enjoyed your writing, by all means please return and leave a part of your glorious minds eye.
This piece is an exploration...
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She walked into the room dressed in silk, smelling of flowers, totally vulnerable to his violent exploration. The room was dark but lit with dozens of candles burning everywhere. Small candles flooded the room with light, and towering above them all was one long tapered candle lit by the bed. She saw her reflection in the candle light through the mirror paralleled to the door. She jumped as his hands grabbed her arms, his face above her looking at her with a dangerous glare in his eyes.
Her body tensed up all over, and she gasped in surprise. He gripped her tighter and pressed himself hard up against her. He reached down and bit her neck hard. She let out a small yelp. He sank his teeth into her harder, and her knees buckled under the pain, trying to bend low enough to make him let go.
He let go of her and pushed her down onto the bed. She scrambled up toward the headboard. He climbed on top of her, grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. Her body relaxed as she moaned a little into his mouth. His kisses were always so intense, so passionate. She reached her hand up to run her fingers through his hair when she felt cold metal lock tightly around her wrist.
She tried to pull away from his kiss, but he pushed her back into him. She felt her arm being pulled above her and soon her other arm was grabbed, thrown above her head and locked into his cold metal handcuffs. She pulled with her wrists, realizing he had her trapped and defenseless to whatever inflictions he had for her.
He looked down at her, sprawled out on the bed before him. This silk thing she adorned was simply unacceptable. He grabbed the neck with his hands and ripped it straight down the front and tossed it aside, landing on some of the candles making the glow in the room dimmer.
He started to kiss her juicy flesh, slightly moistened from the water of the shower. She smelled so clean. It reminded him of innocence. He laughed at thought of his woman being anything close to innocent. She was his kinky, little nymph.
She began to moan in pleasure as his kisses fell lower on her body. She spread her legs wide for him expecting his lips, his tongue to grace her with their talent. Little slut. She screamed and she felt him thrust himself dry into her. But a couple of thrust and they were both beginning to drown in her juices.
He reached over to the bedside table, and pulled the long candle out of its holder. He looked at her face: eyes wide and full of terror in anticipation of the pain he was about to inflict upon her. His sweet, little slut. She watched, trembling, as he held the candle above her stomach and slowly began to tip it. A drop of wax hit her stomach and she jumped in pain causing his body to tilt and another drop to follow.
Her breath was tattered and heavy as he began to drip wax onto her abs, her neck, her face, her chest. By the time the wax had reached her neck tears had began to stream down her face and she bit her trembling lip trying to keep from letting out any whimpers of pain. She suffered beautifully. But by the time the drips had begun to make their scattered patterns on her chest he could hear her start to moan. These moans however were not in pain, but in pleasure. Kinky, masochistic, little slut.
He threw the candle on the floor and grabbed one of the tea lights which had at this point melted all of its wax, and threw it across her body. She screamed and tensed in pain. The handcuffs clanked against the headboard as her whole body jumped. She began to cry heavily through her screams of pain. He began to thrust inside of her again. He pounded that tight cunt of hers over and over.
The pain of the burning wax and the pleasure of his big, hard dick thrusting away inside of her sent her mind into a blur. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. She couldn't tell which sensation was coming from where, or which felt better. He looked at her face. Tears streamed down her face and her mouth was partly open breathing and moaning in pleasure. Her big, pleading eyes begged him to stop the pain and not stop fucking her.
She felt so trapped, so used. Her mind was racing with thoughts of pleasure and thoughts of pain. The metal of the handcuffs were cutting into her wrists as she kept lunging her arms forward in pain. And then she noticed that one of the cuffs was a little loose. He kept thrusting into her body moving her back and forth on the bed as she tried to wriggle her hand free.
His thrusts suddenly become harder, more determined. She could hear him start to breath harder, rougher. Finally she managed to slip her hand out of the cuff. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed another of the tea lights and flung the wax at his chest just as he began to cum.
Intense, carnal pleasure had consumed him first as he started to come. Then a shock of pain ripped through his body as he could feel his entire chest covered in searing, burning wax. The pain was almost too much to bear. Convulsions of ecstasy shot through him as the pain began to consume his body. He kept on coming as he screamed that loud, low, guttural scream of immense pain. There's nothing like the pain of a man to equal that which he inflicted on his woman.
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| Hawt Haiku
Posted: 3/3/2007 7:45:54 AM | Offered to my palm
snowy mounds warmed by the spring
Blossom into pink
Shades of crimson aquiver
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| Pussycat
Posted: 3/3/2007 11:41:33 PM | Beautiful Beershark...thank you for the /\ wonderful addition.
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Sitting primly
looking at me;
Mistress She,
living free.
Eyes wide
gazing, from
pools of azure
between hooded lids.
She winked, once, then twice,
her tongue curled, and lingered
on her lips.
Fully raptured
totally captured.
and then she gave the game away;
a smile
a yawn;
My dear,
what sharp teeth you have,
Little ****cat !
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| What it's about
Posted: 3/5/2007 11:46:11 AM | It's not about giving in. It's about letting go.
It's not about punishment. Its about peace.
It's about the serenity of laying across my lovers lap.
Draped over her knee. Bending over before her.
It's not about a beating. It's about release, being set free.
Feeling every strike of her palm or paddle, rod or crop.
It's about the sensation, the heat brought to my body.
It's about the burning desire, stirred in my soul.
relinquishing control,in total trust, to my lover.
It's not about submission; She does not have to force me.
There is no domination here, it's about surrender.
It's the sweet caress of her loving hands.
Softly, gently, soothing my reddening bottom.
Laying tender kisses upon tender flesh.
We share this moment together. We are one.
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| Endless
Posted: 3/7/2007 2:38:10 PM | *****Clapping***** Wonderful beershark...eloquent description!
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My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there
in the warm inkwell of your endless desire
the ink of passion flows for me tonight
so I may show you how It feels my muse
to be so truly needed by an ardent lover
I hunger to write poems of lust's power
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
secret words that only you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again
in inkwell of Aphrodite Goddess of desire and more
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| Her Masterpiece
Posted: 3/7/2007 3:44:17 PM | Recently, I was reminded of my roots... *grin* To the fellow writer who often leaps over the edge, stands steadfast and finds another avenue; I will, forever be greatful for the reminder.
Here is a little something I have been holding onto, I call it my reserves. Imagination is a wonderous thing, you can paint the reaction and thought to every action.
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She came to me from the darkness, as I stood, stretched out before her. My body became a canvas, my mind almost lost, my desire a conduit to her muse. Naked, framed in her tight chains, I watched her prepare a dark pallet of pain, her colors dripped in anticipation. Glistening with sweat, I awaited her inspiration, her art.
She stood in dark leather and sparkling chrome, strapped and buttressed in crossing patterns. Her pale skin glowed enticingly, drawing me to her as if pleading for me to test the limits, the slack and the length of the chain. Auburn hair glowed as she turned her head and her eyes, the palest blue, reflected the candlelight as distant fires in the night.
Cheekbones accented her glare in an angular scowl; her oblique anger bent me, as I yearned to please. I learned to live for the slightest turn in her lips, upward meant a gentle touch, downward the ecstatic burn. Her neck, so soft on my face as she soothed me, would go taut with strength as she strained onto me, dark, shadowed lines would leap at her swing.
Narrow shoulders belied her strength as she pressed her will. Her breasts, trussed in black, stood firm, suggesting a possibility, a hint of her treasures if I performed well, a taunt of the inaccessible if I failed. Her hips curved in the leather just above the hint of thigh she let me savor before disappearing into her tall, tall boots. Boots I polished and shined each time we met, boots she wore as she walked over me.
Ready now, she circled me, a panther hypnotizing me in her fluid motion. I yearned to touch her, but needed her wrath; I longed her softness, but cried out for her strength, my need possessed me as it strangely possessed her too.
She reached out, painting me with her crop. Her light strokes raised colors on me, faint pinks sparkling with each easy stroke. She languished in my color, in the texture of the pain. After each stroke, she'd trace the filaments of leather over my wet flesh, letting them absorb the sweat. The movement of the leather as I breathed fascinated her, the rhythm of air molded in my ardor.
Slowly at first, then faster, harder, she painted a deeper red, as I strained against the restraints, my chaos rising, barely in her control. The colors sparkled as I rained for her; she tasted my salt and smiled as my need coursed though me. And as I leaned for her next touch, she'd pause for moments, aching moments, reminding me who owned the night, of who held the crop, of who needed the other.
Each movement fired me, her gaze commanded; each harsh stare from her, enticed me as every touch slices through me. I coalesced as a lightness of being overwhelmed me and as her power overtook my soul, I committed completely.
I learned to pray to the flash of her leather, worship the brush of her lips. When released, I'd kneel to an altar, bend and kiss the stiletto heels of her boots. Her fingertips were salvation, and her strength my absolution. Her inspiration was my divinity, as I became her work of art.
I imagined colors as she painted my limits and then pushed me ever so slightly beyond. I felt her intensity and then her calm as she softened to a feather touch. Her brush lightly painted me in softness; her strokes quietly teased me as each time I faded beneath her firm will, she'd touch me again, igniting my desire.
I watched her, as she etched her soft form in my mind. I languished as warm visions emerged, and I'd starve for her touch, the gentle curve of her breast. Her image was imbedded in me, as her marks burn red on my skin. Each time I slumped with fatigue, she'd draw me out again, sculpting my strength to her will. I dripped in the heat, my devotion ran down my limbs as she'd touch me, wetting herself in my salt as I faltered. And in the moments of my darkest devastation, in the shadow of my collapse, the faintest light of her smile would brace me, the softest whisper of encouragement would support me, and the lightest touch of her lips would fuel me.
In the bright colors of her inspiration I could stand firmly again, tightly tethered, ready to taste her power, as she'd paint her will upon me again. In that darkest night I became her greatest masterpiece in pain.
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| Prelude
Posted: 3/7/2007 7:16:40 PM | I kneel to you,
bare my wrists for
You
plead to you for your fire.
my breath your
Will
my need is your touch,
your voice courses through
Me
in rhythmic songs of pain,
flowing through my veins.
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| Sweet
Posted: 3/11/2007 4:15:06 PM | Posted this one at Intenzity's Word Play and Stylistic Prose
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Sweet and dark all in one
………..secretly clawing through your mind……….
Sucking on your soul
………….all the while…………..
YOU are content to inhale
………….Sexy for Her scent ………….
…………...…..my cloudy red aura…………..…
……….taste the strawberries from my lips…………..
Sucking on your ears
……………pull at your ass hair………….
Angry raised marks painting your skin
Nails………
……………..teeth………….
………………………….crop……………..
Wax………..
…………Whine drips…………..
……..cup………..
……………..drink…………….
…….…………………soothe………………
Sucking on your pain
………..secretly devouring your essence…………
Sweet and dark all in one
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| Sweet
Posted: 3/11/2007 4:22:13 PM | | Such large dreams of passion for such a shallow world | |
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