The Lesson
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Posted:Oct 27, 2022 10:35 pm
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And so, things changed. Though it was often subtle. We continued to function and converse, but there was always an understanding, now. I would have you. I would use you. Sometimes you understood and would fall to your knees to take me in your mouth, or bend over, making your pussy and ass available to me, according to my desire. Other times I would take you unawares. At the sink as you did the dishes. Or coming in from the garden, finding you napping. But whenever it was, you always felt completely fulfilled when I took you. Always feeling supremely giving, utterly relinquishing control, knowing it was always yours to take back. And knowing, never did.
But though you became mine to take, you were required to earn the taking. A limp rag was not what was expected of you. You were to satisfy me in all ways. In your appearance, your attitude, your response and your performance.
Last weekend, returning from the beach, I asked you to remove your clothes and sit naked in the car next to me. You demurred. A mistake! And you quickly understood that it was more than a request. Your heart raced as you hurried to squirm out of your clothes, hoping to deflect the cost of your hesitation. It took a minute or two in the cramped confines of the passenger seat, but soon you were sitting naked beside me. Only then did you become aware of the degree of your exposure. There, on the highway, in the slanted light of late afternoon, you were naked, exposed to every motorist that passed us! You could feel yourself blush. How you wanted to cover yourself!
I reached over and placed my hand on your thigh. You closed your eyes, trying to shut out the world outside. My fingers dug between your legs, roughly tugging your thighs apart. You can feel my impatience with you. You know what is expected but you are slow to respond. With your legs open and my fingers touching your pussy, you are painfully aware that your shoulders are slumped, trying to hide your breasts. Your pussy is dry. You know what I want from you, but the openness of the situation was too much for you, you could not meet my demands.
Soon I removed my hand from your body, returning it to the wheel. “Put your clothes back on, Jen.” I said to you. “We will deal with this later.”
The rest of the ride home was accomplished in silence. You could hardly sit still in your seat as you worried about how you would be “dealt” with.
We arrived home and the matter seemed to have been forgotten as we went about our business as usual. As you busied yourself in the back, I went into the garage to work. Eventually, you heard me calling to you from the living room. “Jen, come here, please.”
You came out, feeling something was up, and you knew you were right as soon as you saw me. My face was stern, and I had a length of rope in my hand. Coming into the living room, you stopped in front of me, your eyes downcast, waiting for instructions.
“Jen, you are obligated to please me. You let me down this afternoon. If I choose to display you, I expect you to obey me and enjoy doing it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you reply, feeling very low and ashamed.
“You will have to earn your forgiveness, Jen. Are you ready?”
“I am ready whenever you ask.”
I smile, you are off to a good start. Backing up a step, I command you simply, “Strip!”
Without hesitation you obey me immediately this time. Your hands move directly to the button at the neck of your blouse. You unbutton it quickly and move rapidly down the front, unbuttoning as you go. Pulling the shirt free of your jeans you shrug your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Before it has settled you have already unbuttoned your jeans and are tugging the zipper downward. You wiggle your hips as you push them down, nearly stumbling in your haste to get them off. Next comes the bra. As always, you feel so free and wild as your breasts swing free of their confinement. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, but now you pause for a moment.... You know how much I enjoy starting with your panties on and you want to give me a chance to give you further instructions. It is a tightrope you are walking. Remove them too fast and you risk depriving me of the pleasure of removing them myself. Too slow and you appear reluctant. Your heart jumps a bit when just as you begin to lower them you hear me command you, “Leave them!”
Immediately, you stop. You leave them just as they are, lowered slightly on your hips. With your hands at your sides, you wait now.
“Hands back!” I command. And you put your hands behind your back, resting the back of your hands against your ass.
Slowly I begin to circle you. You can feel my eyes roving over your body. You straighten a bit, remembering to display yourself to me with pride. I stop behind you as I so often do, heightening your sense of exposure by my absence from your sight. Soon you feel my hand softly touching the outside of your thigh, sliding slowly up your body. Slow and sensuous. The dampness that has already begun in your pussy accelerates. Your fingers twitch as mine slide over your body.
I step closer to you, reach around you. My fingers tracing the shape of your breasts. I arrive at your nipples, my breath warm against your shoulders. I flick at them with my fingers. “Stiffen!” I command!
You screw your eyes shut, suppressing a moan. You know that you have no control over your nipples, but apparently, I do. A warmth flows through your body and your nipples swell and stiffen beneath my finger, still, feeling their growth. God! How do I do this to you? They are almost painful as they stretch outwards to reach for my fingers. Your breaths are quick and shallow, a drip escapes your pussy and rolls out into your panties.
Moving around in front of you I take each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and tug on them. And then harder, insistently. You are to follow me, you realize. Moving forward, step by step, I lead you by the nipples to the coffee table, and then tug you to your knees. Moving to the side, I place my hand on the back of your neck and bend you over the table, the hard wood surface cold against your breasts and now sensitive nipples.
Now that you are bent over the table, I take your arms and extend them out and down under the table. You hold them there as I release you and reach for something on the bookcase. As you turn your head to the side to watch me, you see that I have taken out some leather wrist cuffs, joined by metal rings. Reaching under the table I buckle the cuffs onto your wrists, effectively constraining you to lie across the table.
Next, I move behind you and pull your knees apart, one at a time, using the ropes to tie your legs to those of the table.
I step back now and quietly let the image of you fill your imagination. It is as if you can see yourself... With only your panties left on, and those slightly lowered, you are on your knees bent over the coffee table. Your hands are cuffed underneath the table and your knees are spread, tied to the table legs. You are entirely at my mercy. Vulnerable to whatever I should choose to do to you...... and the wet crotch of your panties hangs low and heavy, saturated with the cream that flows uncontrollably from your pussy. Your body trembles at the image.
Bending down, I ask you, “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head slightly and whisper “I will do whatever you ask.”
I smile and straighten up. I move behind you again, once more out of sight. Soon you feel my hand on your bare back, a firm pressure, pressing you tightly against the table, your hardened nipples feeling like stones beneath you. My other hand glides across your panty clad ass, caressing the smooth roundness. Cupping your buns and sliding between your thighs, making you painfully aware of how damp the panties are. The hand is gone now. The loss of its gentle pressure making you feel even more exposed. But though you know what is coming, that knowledge does you no good. You lurch and yelp as my hand comes down on you with a sharp ringing “Smack!”
I give you a moment. You work to pace your breathing; you feel a warmth on the cheek I struck...no more. And then again, “Smack!” This time a shorter wait before I begin to deliver a series of slaps to your ass! There is no real pain, only a warmth, with a growingly intense tingle. Your breaths come as short gasps, your jaws clench with each intake of air. My hand on your back presses down harder, holding you firmly against the table, though your lurching has subsided. You do not count the strokes; you do not care how many there are. Ten? Twenty? Does it matter? It is less than you deserve. It is less than you want.
But they do stop. And the hand disappears from your back.
You still have trouble controlling your breath, though. It is as after a good cry, your breaths coming in spasmodic gulps.
You feel my hands at your hips now. I peel your panties back over your ass and down to your thighs. Strangely, this baring of you reddened ass calms you. It is real. It is not over.
Again, my hand returns to your back. Again, my hand slips between your legs. You feel it soaked with your juices as I pull it away. You close your eyes and clench your teeth and the anticipated blow lands on your bared butt. “SMACK!”
The sting is sharp, clear, painful this time, though the pain quickly diffuses into the growing tingle. The wetness, your wetness, on my hand makes the slap sting more. With the absence of the panties, your cheek deforms and quivers under the stroke. You can see it in your mind in slow motion.... “SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” As before, my hand rises and falls over your ass. Tears, seeping out from under your tight eyelids roll down your cheeks. Time stops for you. You no longer even know if I am still spanking you. Your brain is overloaded and all you can think is how happy you are to be here.... now.... with me....
You are floating in infinity. You feel nothing. Aware of nothing. Until slowly the room comes back into a soft focus. You turn your head, and through your grateful tears, you see that I am just finishing undressing. It takes you a moment to realize that this means I am not spanking you anymore.
I move around in front of you, and spreading my legs, I straddle the table and sit in front of your face.
Your chin is resting on the table. You blink away the tears to see me. My cock hard and high, my balls resting on the table between my thighs. I reach down to take your face in my hands, lifting it until I can look in your eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to do anything you want.” You answer without hesitation, and I smile, stroke your face, wiping away all trace of tears, and then lower your chin back to the table.
My cock is stiff and hard, it bobs before your face. The head is slick with the pre-cum which has oozed from it, a drop forms at the base of the glans as you watch. It grows, sagging, slowly falling away from my cock, leaving a silvery thread as it falls to the table.
Your eyes are glued to the drop throughout. Your mouth is open, watering. Your thoughts are vague, primal. You have no conscious desire to suck me, only the certain knowledge that your mouth should be filled. That until it is, you will not be complete. Dimly, you hear me speaking... “Open!” You have no understanding of the word. You do not know what I mean. But your mouth opens, nonetheless. A dim sense of Deja Vu drifts across your mind.... “Stiffen!”, you seem to recall.....
Your mouth is open, now. Your neck stretched outwards. Every muscle is intent on lengthening your body, bringing you closer to the cock in front of your face. You can smell it, feel the warmth emanating from it. Your tongue stretches for it but can’t quite reach. You are whimpering, now. There is an ache inside you. You need my cock, you must have it, you must engulf it safely within your body. You cannot contain your need anymore. Your body is trembling with the desire that you cannot fulfill. You can feel your heart begin to crumble when a steady pressure tells you my hand is behind your head, pulling you to me.... Finally! Finally! Oh, God! How happy you are when your tongue finally touches the head! The flavor of my body seeps into you! You are whole again; you are serving your purpose!
My aroma fills your nostrils. Your lips, just able to touch the tip of my cock, work to suck more of it into you. I move closer to you, sliding my cock along your cheek. You eagerly bury your nose into my crotch, breathing me in deeply. Ravenously, you lick and suck on my balls. “Yes,” you think to yourself, “let me please him. Let him empty his fluids onto and into me, consecrating me!”
Pulling back from you again, I offer the head of my cock to your mouth and slide it into you as you open yourself to it. Oh, joy! To feel the living flesh of my cock slip into your mouth.... across your lips.... over your tongue....
Are you breathing? Are you cumming? You cannot tell. But you can feel your body twitching and writhing on the table. I am leaning over you, now, my hands running down your back. My hands clasp your asscheeks, still hot from the spanking, spreading them, opening them. A moan escapes your mouth around my cock as you realize how exposed you are to me. You can feel your sphincter twitch spasmodically. What an intimate signal of how much you are mine to use!
I let a bit of saliva drip from my lips, falling on your asshole. You feel the wetness and are aware of how your own saliva covers my cock and balls.
Now you feel something cold and hard prodding at your ass. Your hole is spread open as something is inserted into you. My body rises over you and my cock begins to move in and out of your mouth. You feel it swell. You feel it throb. You are filled front and back. And as you feel a pulse begin at the back of my cock, moving its way forward, you open your throat and take me in deeply. At the very moment my cock erupts in your throat, I turn on the vibrator in your ass and you cum explosively! Your body jerks and spasms, each movement causing my cock to fuck your mouth and the vibrator to fuck your ass! Again! Again! Again! You cum!!! Your mind whirls!! Your stomach clenched into a ball until you collapse and faint onto the table................
You are utterly serene; despite the violence your body has just been through. You feel my cock being pulled from your mouth and the vibrator from your ass almost abstractly. Your head is taken gently, turned and laid down on a soft towel. An even softer quilt is thrown over your body and you drift into a grateful sleep.
It is a long and peaceful sleep. Twice you are gently half-wakened to feel the quilt raised above your ass. Once to be fucked in your pussy, the other to be fucked in your ass. You do not fully wake, but calmly drowse as I take you, only to drift back happily to sleep, knowing that you have re-earned the right to be so used, grateful that this gift is still yours to give me, that you have been reclaimed................
In the morning, you awake in bed. I lie next to you, asleep. You snuggle against me, moving down to lay with your head on my thigh, waiting........
Next weekend we will drive to the mountains. You hope I will choose to display you. You want to show me what you have learned. But if not, you will wait.... happily..........
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Breasts
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Posted:Oct 17, 2022 4:22 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7353 Views
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It seems to me that I go through cycles of underappreciating breasts, followed by a rediscovery. I do like breasts. Size of the breast is not of much concern to me, but I do like nipples that really stiffen and stand out from the breast! I like to caress the underside of a woman’s breasts, very gently at first, feeling the softness of the skin there. Then I might carefully begin to mold the breast with my hand, lifting it a bit as I softly knead it. I slowly move my hand upwards, my fingers seeking the nipple, which I tease until it stands out. For a while, I might transfer my full attention to the nipple, rolling my fingertips around it, making it bend first one way and then another. Or with my hand flat and stiff, center my palm over the nipple and move my hand in tight circles dragging the nipple with it. Then I would return to the breast itself, squeezing it more firmly now, pressing the breasts together. My hands are roaming all over them now, literally taking possession of them. Squeezing, kneading, pinching. I begin to pinch harder at the nipples, taking them between thumb and forefinger and twisting them, pulling them, using them to pull the breast away from her body! Then with my head at her shoulder, I would abandon them, telling her to play with them instead. Watching and finally telling her to lift the nipples to my lips! I would lick them and suck on them. I would treat the nipples as I might her clit. Sucking them one at a time into my mouth, holding them there with my lips or teeth and thrashing at them with my tongue! Will she cum for me? (smile)
I love how they feel against my body. Soft. Supple. I love the different temperatures they take on, dry and cool in a soft midnight breeze. Warm and moist in the summer sun. How they feel against my legs as she sucks my cock, or around my cock as she uses them to caress me.
And how beautiful they look. The agressive cleavage and top-swell. The delicate under-breast. The teasing side-boob. And the sensual way that they move; swaying, bouncing, jiggling.
How wonderful a woman is! (sigh)
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Unfinished
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Posted:Oct 14, 2022 8:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7215 Views
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This is a vignette that has been simmering in my mind for a long time. It started, again, from a seed planted by a woman I corresponded/chatted with online. She offered the premise of happening by my house and coming in to see the garden … I only typed it up this week, but the story never got beyond what I’ve written here, It seems to me that it can only go in the direction of The Wrong House, which has already been done now.
During the summers, I used to keep all the doors open in my house as I worked in my yard. The front door was open, the garage door was open, the back door was open, everything. I’d often have speakers turned into the yard and would listen to the radio or music.
One day, while working in the back yard, I was surprised to hear a performative cough. I turned and saw a woman standing there. She said she had been walking by and being thirsty had hoped to get a glass of water, and as my house was wide open, she came through to the back yard to ask for some help.
Being naturally friendly and helpful, I as all too happy to get her something to drink. As I stepped inside to get her something, she took a seat on the stone retaining wall I had built for my raised bed. I came back out with a couple of tall glasses of cold water and had a drink with her.
She looked around the yard at the work I had been doing, and we chatted as we drank. She told me she was new to the area and had not expected to be so far from her house when she became thirsty on this hot summer day. I was thirsty, too, having been working in the sun for a few hours putting down some flagstone for a patio. She was wearing a light top and jeans, while I was working in shorts and a T-shirt.
She finished her drink, and I got her another.
She seemed very comfortable as we chatted. I explained that I lived alone and enjoyed working on my yard. I tended to always have some project or another in the works, and she told me that she was impressed at my ability to take on such work. She had always wanted to do something with her yard but was afraid to start anything that she couldn’t finished.
She finished the second glass, and I could tell that she was watching me as I resumed working and we continued to talk. But after a while I noticed that she seemed a bit uncomfortable. She was fidgeting as she sat there. Eventually, she asked if she could use the bathroom.
I straightened up and looked at her a long time, watching her fidget. I took the empty glass from her and said, “Not yet’, as I went back inside and brought her a third glass. She demurred, saying that she had had enough, but I insisted.
As she continued to sip at her third glass of water, I stood and watched her, urging her to continue drinking when it seemed that she wanted to stop. I told her that on a day like this she needed to stay hydrated.
But she was getting more and more fidgety, clearly needing to pee. “Can I use the bathroom now?”, she asked. I shook my head.
She started crossing and uncrossing her legs, and finally stood up, bouncing a bit. She asked, “Can I please use the bathroom now? I really need to pee.”
Again, I just looked at her. I shook my head.
By now, she was really in desperate need. I could see that she was already leaking a little in her jeans, as a small wet spot appeared at her crotch. I simply encouraged her to finish her glass, and said, “I understand.”
As she stood there, she finally grabbed her crotch and said, “Please? I need to pee!”
I simple looked at her and said, “Go ahead.”
As she moved to towards the back door, I said, “No. I mean go ahead and pee.”
She froze, looked at me and while shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she said “Please?”
We stood looking at one another. Me standing firmly in front of the door, and her dancing in desperation. Suddenly I saw the small wet spot grow to four or five inches in diameter, and soon she was releasing her need and her jeans became soaked from her crotch to her ankles, and pee steamed down over her sandals and onto the lawn.
Her face was now a crimson red, and I could see that although it was a relief for her to finally pee, she was embarrassed and ashamed. I was afraid that she would break into tears.
I let this sink in for a while and then said, “Well, now that that is out of the way, why don’t you take off those pants and I’ll toss them in the washer for you.”
It was interesting to watch her as she realized her situation. I could tell that along with her embarrassment, she was beginning to become aroused. Though finished peeing, she was still flexing her legs and ass. It was almost as if she wasn’t aware of my being there anymore and she just needed some attention! Eventually, she looked at me again, and as if in a bit of a trance, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off, handing them to me.
I nodded at her wet panties and asked if she wanted those washed, too. At first, she said, “No”, and tried to cover herself up with her hands. But her panties were a wet mess, as were her legs. I turned, picked up the hose and handed it to her, “I guess you’d better wash yourself off.”
I took her jeans and went into the garage via the side yard and tossed her jeans into the washer. When I got back, she had hosed herself down and was still wearing her soaked panties …
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Cumming
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Posted:Oct 14, 2022 8:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7536 Views
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I love to cum. As I grow older the sensation has changed. When I was younger, I remember how my orgasms would have me pumping out semen in pulses that would shoot three feet or more. It felt like a rope was being passed through my erection. But this level of force and volume has subsided significantly over the years, although it can be recaptured to a degree. Certainly, I find edging helps. Getting hard and aroused only to quit before orgasm over and over makes the eventual release stronger. And initially getting to know a new partner helps. I end up spending a lot of time thinking about her, anticipating a new experience, in essence, a natural edging experience. The last time I was with a new partner was about 12 years ago, and I remember that the first time she masturbated me, just lying together on the bed, my cum splattered the pillow above my head.
That said, I also enjoy when a woman watches me cum, and when she enjoys it. I like the idea that these initial, strong orgasms will impress her. As such, I particularly like the idea of having her experience my first orgasm through her masturbating me, or better yet, having me cum in her mouth. For me, it brings the experience closer to her, more intimate and personal. (smile) She simply won’t fail to notice a strong ejaculation into her mouth.
With my second or third erection, we can proceed to vaginal sex or whatever play we’d like, but it seems to me as I’ve lost some of the oomph, I appreciate it if she allows me to, as it were, express my best shot to its greatest potential. (smile)
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Cumming
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Posted:Oct 13, 2022 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7565 Views
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I love to cum. As I grow older the sensation has changed. When I was younger, I remember how my orgasms would have me pumping out semen in pulses that would shoot three feet or more. It felt like a rope was being passed through my erection. But this level of force and volume has subsided significantly over the years, although it can be recaptured to a degree. Certainly, I find edging helps. Getting hard and aroused only to quit before orgasm over and over makes the eventual release stronger. And initially getting to know a new partner helps. I end up spending a lot of time thinking about her, anticipating a new experience, in essence, a natural edging experience. The last time I was with a new partner was about 12 years ago, and I remember that the first time she masturbated me, just lying together on the bed, my cum splattered the pillow above my head.
That said, I also enjoy when a woman watches me cum, and when she enjoys it. I like the idea that these initial, strong orgasms will impress her. As such, I particularly like the idea of having her experience my first orgasm through her masturbating me, or better yet, having me cum in her mouth. For me, it brings the experience closer to her, more intimate and personal. (smile) She simply won’t fail to notice a strong ejaculation into her mouth.
With my second or third erection, we can proceed to vaginal sex or whatever play we’d like, but it seems to me as I’ve lost some of the oomph, I appreciate it if she allows me to, as it were, express my best shot to its greatest potential. (smile)
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Pre-cum
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Posted:Oct 12, 2022 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7144 Views
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Who else enjoys the magic of pre-cum? That lonely pearl at the top of a hard cock. You can touch it lightly with your finger; spread it around the glans to make it slick. You can stretch out your tongue and lap it up. Or wait, until it dribbles down the cock of its own accord.
Pre-cum makes everything more slippery and sensual. It is the lighter fluid of a great sexual experience, and yet is playful, too. Wouldn’t a hard cock be a duller thing if it wasn’t leaking pre-cum? It is the physical manifestation that the erection is aching for attention.
Gotta like the stuff!
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Symbols
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Posted:Oct 9, 2022 11:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 7586 Views
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Funny, but I hate (absolutely hate) looking for symbolism in books or movies. But I love symbols. In my past D/s relationships, I adopted several symbols, and I expect I’ll find more before I’m through.
One, is the “collar”. I like the symbol of the “collar”. It’s a clear and immediate symbol of status. Is this sub taken? Does she submit to that status? In one of my past relationships, I was involved with an extreme newbie. She had never even seen a man’s cock in full light, though at forty and she was a mother in a bad marriage. A leather collar would never have suited her, though she may have longed for it. Instead, I opted for a velvet chocker as the symbol of her submission. She had to be careful of her community status, so the choker was a subtle indication of her status with me, that was opaque to others. She would wear the chocker whenever she was in the “sub-state”. Whether it was with me in the bedroom or facing up to her ex-husband. It gave her purpose, resolve and agency.
She could put it on at any time, or at my request. When she wore it, she would submit to my control and decisions, but she could also wear it when I was not around, in which case it emphasized that she was representing me, and that her actions would be judged by me.
Another important symbol is the “kiss”. It is, however, flexible, its meaning changing with the context.
Certainly, between me and my sub, the Kiss represents love and trust. It is a bond. It is a reminder to each of us of our particular role and our responsibilities. But I also used it as a symbol of acquiescence. Before using any tool or device on my sub, I would present it to her for the Kiss, whether it be cuffs, clamps, flogger or crop, she would Kiss the object if she accepted its use in my hands. It was a consecration of the object, and it was required for each use.
Other symbols that are important to me? Kneeling. Safewords. Nakedness. Snuggling. And many others. And it is not I, alone, that determines a symbol. The sub brings her own intentions, aspirations, and interpretations, and it is important to listen to her what she means by these symbols. And to respect her for those meanings.
I’m sure others have their own symbols and rituals (a word maybe deserving of its own blog post). Will you share?
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The Wrong House
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Posted:Oct 7, 2022 9:07 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 8728 Views
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The doorbell rings, “I’m way too busy for this!”, I say to myself. Last week’s heat wave trashed the annuals I had just put in and time was running short to get ready for my party. I had just been putting in some more mature ones and upgrading the watering system. I’m covered with sweat and dirt, and now I’ve some salesperson at the door. If it was one of my friends, they would have come straight back to the backyard rather than bothering me. I turn down the stereo as I walk through the living room.
“Hello?”
“Uh, oops... I must have the wrong address!”
“Who are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for my friend, Beth, Beth Pierson.”
“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell. Is she in the book? You’re welcome to come in and try to look her up.”
“Thanks.” You step in as I hold the door open for you. You smell good, “freshly showered” I think to myself. You brush me lightly as you pass.
I pull out the phone book for you and step back into the backyard, turning the stereo up a bit as I pass. I leave the screen door open, expecting you to shortly poke your head out with a brief “Thank you” before you leave. The minutes pass however, and nothing happens. As I continue with my work, the sun hot on the back of my neck, I suddenly hear the stereo go off...
“What the...!” I turn, puzzled. Nothing to be seen in the darkened house. Putting down the trowel, I walk inside. The stereo is off, but nothing else is amiss. The front door is still open, but there’s nothing to be seen on the street. I close the door, still confused. I walk down the hall to see if there is anything missing. The office is a mess, but that’s normal. Suddenly I hear the bed in my room creaking and I stop short...
“Aren’t you coming?” Your voice floats out to me. Straightening myself, determined to confront you I step into the room, and again stop short when I see your clothes scattered on the floor and you between my sheets! “Beth wasn’t home.”
“You look tired, shouldn’t you take a little rest”, you say as you raise the sheets suggestively. I approach slowly, automatically, as though against my will. You reach out to stroke my leg.
“Mmmmm, warm...” Your hand slides up my leg and into my shorts, cupping my balls held firmly in my briefs.
This awakens me, as if out of a trance. I reach down to grasp your wrist, pulling it from me firmly. “So, we’re feeling playful, are we? Well, let’s start this off right!” I pull off my shorts and briefs in one stroke, step forward, and taking your head in my hands I pull you to my crotch. It’s warm and damp from the work I’ve been doing, you inhale deeply and then open you mouth to take me gently, cleansing me with your tongue. Slowly, softly, you lick and suck at my cock as it hardens from your ministrations. As you continue, I lean forward to take hold of the sheets and pull them from your body. Naked, fresh, you lie on your side on my bed, sucking me. My hand rests on your shoulder, glides down your side, over your hip and ass, strokes your thigh. Your leg lifts and I can smell your wetness. My hand creeps between your legs, causing you to moan softly around my cock.
Lightly, I stroke your clit, your lips... your hips rock slightly and my fingers dig a bit deeper, probing your moistness. Suddenly I feel a gush of wetness and your body stiffens, your breathing is rapid and shallow. How easily you came! You must have been very horny.
I pull back, taking my cock from your lips as you struggle to regain your composure. You roll onto your back, feel my body near to you. My hands on either side of you, press into the bed. I kiss your breasts, licking your nipples. You smell the sweat that covers my body. It is strong, earthy, enticing!
My tongue trails down your body, playing at your naval. As I approach your dampened sex, you feel my hands grasp your legs behind the knees and opening you to my mouth. You are open, available, accessible. My mouth envelops you. My tongue stokes your clit, delves into your pussy, licking up your juices. Circling your clit, my hands suddenly press forward, lifting your ass from the bed, and probing for your asshole! Then forward, slicing between your lips and back to your clit!
I take your clit between my lips, sucking gently, twirling my tongue across it. You can hear the wetness as I suck, again your pussy gushes and your body stiffens. With no cock in your mouth you moan loudly now. “Ohhh, ooohhhhhhh, OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!! Oh my GOD!!!!”
You come hard, your legs stiff, jerking spasmodically, I find it difficult to hold them apart!
As you relax, I slide up your body, arms embracing you, laying my body close to you. As you become aware of me, you feel my cock, warm, hard, throbbing, insinuating itself between your legs...
I roll on top of you, my mouth pressing against yours, my tongue swirling against your lips and teeth. You kiss me back with equal passion, your arms now encircling me grasping me to you. I can feel the softness of your breasts beneath me, and I enjoy it no end!
Twice you have come. Now I must take my pleasure and see if I can make you come yet again! My cock against your belly makes me aware of texture of your pubic hair. My knees are between your legs, forcing them apart with a strength that is unnecessary. I raise myself to my hands and knees, pull back a little so my cock can slide down to your pussy, to your cunt... You reach down to grasp it! Ohh, how I love the touch of your fingers!!! But you do not intend to offer me this pleasure... yet! Instead, you take my cock, rubbing the head across your still sensitive clit with a sharp gasp, you aim me at my target. I press forward! Slowly... firmly... steadily... Impaling you on my cock!!!
Ohh, my God, you feel good! Your pussy is warm, wet, grasping. Fully imbedded, I push still further, into your inner recesses, feeling my balls against your ass cheeks. Looking at your face, I see your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed, mouth open... you love it! I start to pump. Slowly and evenly at first, with long, deep strokes... you moan with pleasure, your hands moving from my chest to yours. You cup your breasts, lifting them, rolling them in your hands. You pluck at your nipples, making them hard.
Seeing you play with your breasts as I fuck you makes me even more excited and I begin to move faster, pounding into you harder! Again you gasp! Your hands move back to my chest, pressing against me. Is it to slow my strokes? To temper my lust? Or simply to feel the power surging through my body as I continue to fuck you?
Your breasts, abandoned now, move wildly on your chest! With each thrust I send them recoiling anew. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” you cry.
My hips are thrusting steadily now, my cock pounding into you over and over. My fucking you is pushing you slowly up the bed, so I place your legs over my shoulders, lean farther forward and on my hands and toes, now, I plunge straight down into your cunt... nailing you to the bed! With every penetration I press your body deeply into the mattress, and your hips spring back at me as I withdraw!
The room is filled with the sound of your new impending orgasm. A growl begins to escape from my throat... Suddenly you feel my body stiffen and begin to jerk! You feel my cock pulse inside you and you know I am coming strongly within you! This knowledge and the pressure of my groin against you clit sends you over the edge, and you come a third time!!! Together we scream out our pleasure... our bodies racked with that delicious pain! It seems as though minutes go by, my hips jerking spasmodically against your pussy, your legs now wrapped over my back. Finally, I throw myself to the side and lie spent beside you, slowly recovering my breath.
When I have recovered a bit, I turn to find you watching me, smiling. “I may be wrong,” you say, “but I don’t think Beth lives here!”
Together we laugh, rolling over one another on the bed as we embrace. Soon we are in the shower, and a whole new adventure is about to begin...
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The Lake
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Posted:Oct 3, 2022 9:45 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 8961 Views
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You are on vacation, treating yourself to a little fun. You have decided to go out to the mountains for a little communing with nature. It is a beautiful day and you are out for a hike. Being a weekday, and not yet the height of the season, you have seen very few people, perhaps a condition enhanced by the fact that you have decided to leave the trail and walk cross-country, wherever your mood takes you.
Walking silently, listening to the birds and insects, you round an outcropping to see a small but beautiful mountain lake nestled between two outstretched arms of the mountain. The lake is crystal clear and sparkles in the sunshine. As you stand there, admiring the sight, you suddenly hear splashing, and see ripples move out over the water from a part of the lake which is still hidden by the outcropping. Quietly, you remove your knapsack, and creep forward to peek around a large rock. On the right side of the lake, initially hidden from your view, you see the mountainside descend into the lake in a long smooth apron of granite rock. And there, climbing out of the water, you see me!
I am soaking wet, my skin glistening in the sun, the water falling from me onto the stone. My penis and balls are tight and shrunken from the dip in the cold water, but you cannot help thinking about how they would swell in your mouth! Still breathing deeply, and shivering a bit, I throw myself down onto the sun-warmed stone and lie supine in the sunlight. As I lie there with my eyes closed, the water that has dripped off me slowly finding its way back into the lake, you move quietly up the mountain a bit, trying to get a little closer without my seeing you. Your breath is shallow and quick, you feel the adrenaline in your veins and can hardly keep from shaking!
You finally settle down partially hidden by a rock about 30 feet above and a bit behind me. While staring at my naked body, one hand steals silently up your shirt and into the jogging bra you are wearing. It is warm in the sun, with the occasional cool breeze against your skin. It feels delicious to be sitting there, looking at this naked stranger, while playing with your nipples in the open sunshine!
As the minutes pass you become bolder. Lifting your shirt and bra, you expose your tits, feeling the sun and breeze on them and giving you unfettered access. Leaning back against a large slab of stone behind you, you half close your eyes as your other hand slips into your shorts to play with your pussy. You are already wet. It feels good to stroke your clit and feel the slickness between your lips... I am almost forgotten now as you play with yourself, slowly, sensually...
Suddenly you open your eyes wide to notice that I am sitting, turned towards you, watching you! Your heart leaps! Now what shall you do? Ignore me? Introduce yourself? Or simply beat a hasty retreat?
But before you can decide you hear me say to you “You might find it more comfortable down here, than cramped between those boulders.” Immediately you realize what you must look like with your shirt pulled up and your hand down your pants... and you quickly straighten yourself up, take a deep breath, and say as you stand up “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” And after a brief pause, “But as long as you’ve asked, I think I will join you.” And you walk down the short slope to my side.
We sit side by side. Me naked, but dry now. You in your shirt and shorts. Your heart is still pounding as you look down on the lake. You feel my eyes on you and your nipples swell. You feel them against your shirt. “Why don’t you take your top off?” I urge you. You’re not sure you really should, but you can’t seem to resist the urging in my voice. Now you are sitting with your chest exposed to the fresh air, and, of course, to my gaze...
“You have beautiful breasts.” I say. “Your nipples are exquisite the way they stand out so stiffly. May I touch them?”
Your face and chest are flushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement. You are thinking you should leave, but you can’t without my permission, and you don’t want to ask. Biting your lower lip in an effort to hide your trembling, you close your eyes and nod.
It seems like forever as you wait for the touch of my hand... then it is there! You flinch slightly, gasp a bit, and then regain your rigid composure.
My fingers touch your breast just below the nipple, softly, gently. My palm cups your breast as my fingers move up to your nipple, taking it between my thumb and forefinger. I roll your nipple gently, feeling it puff up under my touch. You feel as though it will burst in my hand, it feels so stiff! You feel my body move closer to you, as I place one hand now on each breast and start to knead them. Your lips are dry.
“Lie back”, I command, and you do. The stone is hard, flat, warm against your bare skin. My fingers are at your boots now, untying and removing them. And next your socks. Funny, but your newly bared feet make you feel more exposed right now than the fact that you are lying next to me, topless. Your eyes still closed, I cradle your foot in my lap, stroking your calf. “Play with your breasts. Squeeze them for me.”
“Oh, God! how exciting.” You think to yourself as you reach for your tits. “I can’t resist obeying him! What will he have me do next?”
I watch you stroke, and knead your breasts, pinch your nipples, squeeze them. You are so gloriously beautiful! You feel my cock harden against your foot. My hands begin to move up your leg. Eventually reaching the bottom of your shorts. You freeze in anticipation, but suddenly my hand stops, resting motionless. In a few moments you realize that your own hands, still on your breasts, clasping them together, have also stopped... with a quiver, you moan and begin to move your hands again. As you do, my own hand resumes its journey as well. Slipping inside the leg of your shorts, I caress your pussy, feeling the dampness seeping through your panties. Your hips begin to rise to meet me as I slip a finger under the elastic and into the wetness between your lips. Your eyes are screwed tightly shut now; your breath is raspy. A few soft stokes on your clit and you begin to cum. Violently! Screaming to the sky. Your hands latched to your breasts making them white for now, but leaving red handprints on them for later.
As you recover, you open your eyes. I am staring at you intently, my cock fully erect now. My fingers unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts. Once loosened, I sit back on my heels and tell you to take them off. You do, the rock feels rough now against your ass. You are proud of yourself for having obeyed me so willingly, expecting praise. Instead, I suddenly slap the sole of your foot! “Spread your legs and let me see you!” Your pride immediately evaporates, and you move your knees a bit apart. “All the way!” I command as I grab your ankles, spreading your legs wide, opening you in front of me! Your hands instinctively move to cover your cunt, but I slap them away. You move them away from your body, grasping at the stone. You are now laid out, spread eagle and open in the full light of the early afternoon sun, your pussy dripping with your juices right in front of my eyes! You close your eyes again.
My hand is on your leg again, running up your thigh. My fingers take a long swipe across your sex, and you feel me move up and over you. My weight upon you, my fingers present themselves to your lips. “Taste yourself,” I say, as I press my fingers into your mouth. “Lick my fingers clean!” Again, a moan escapes you and you eagerly begin to suck and lick at my fingers, wishing for more. Your pussy convulses with desire, feeling empty while my hard prick presses against your belly.
Removing my fingers, I lift myself slightly, rocking downwards, slipping my cock between your legs, resting it against your cunt. After a pause I ask “Don’t you want it? Well?”
Wanting my cock desperately, you sob “Yes! Oh, Yes! Please fuck me. Please fill me! Please?”
“Reach for it, then. Come on, move your ass and reach for it!”
You begin to roll your hips and raise your ass from the rock, trying to engulf my cock in your pussy. But at best you only get the head in and you need more! You begin to whimper, your desire burning you from the inside. You need me in your cunt but can’t get it!
After a bit, I withdraw. I sit back down beside you. “I don’t believe you really want it.”
“I do, I do... please will you fuck me?”
“I think, you need to work harder for it.” Taking your hand and pulling you to your feet on trembling legs, I lead you down to the lake. “I think you need to cool down...” and gripping your hand tightly, I leap into the lake, carrying you with me. The water closes over your head. It is freezing cold, fed by the melting snows. You struggle to the surface, gasping, your chest tightening is response to the cold. I am treading water next to you, obviously cold, but smiling at your surprise. Reaching for your hands, I guide you back to the stone apron. Pulling myself halfway out of the water, my cock just barely submerged, I draw you up between my legs. Looking down into the clear water you see my cock, small and soft again from the coldness of the water. “Go ahead. Suck on it. Make me hard.” I tell you.
As you lie there between my legs, half floating, half resting on the submerged stone, surrounded by cold water yet with the warm sun on your back, you lower your face down into the water to take my cock in your mouth. “Ohhh... that feels good! Yes!”
You are encouraged by my moans of pleasure, sucking me harder. My cock begins to stiffen. I begins to grow and swell between your lips, pressing on your tongue! With my head thrown back, my prick is out of the water and it is easier for you to suck on, though my balls remain submerged. You feel the hardness of my cock in your mouth, the warmth of the sun on your back, the cold water lapping at your body. Your tits are tight, firmed by the cold, your nipples hard.
“Ohhhhh, ohhh!” My hips begin to thrust into your mouth. You try to hang on to me, fighting to neither lose me, nor choke on me... “Ohhhh, yes, Yes! YES!!!!” My hands seek your head as I erupt in your mouth, spurt after spurt! My legs tense, I press your face to my groin!
Slowly my spasms subside. You continue to bathe my cock with your tongue, and it stays hard. I grasp your arms and pull you up towards me, feeling the water fall from your body onto me. I instruct you to stand over me, straddling my hips, and then to lower yourself down. “Stop!” I say, as your pussy approaches my cock. “Stop right there!”
You obey me, struggling to maintain your balance after this unexpected pause of your descent onto my cock. My erect member pointing straight up at your cunt, almost, but not quite touching...
I reach down and take the base of my cock in my hands. Flexing my ass, I raise myself a bit and the head of my cock grazes your clit. Oh God! It feels so good to you!!! I begin to wiggle my cock back and forth, teasing you... sometimes rubbing your clit, sometimes sliding it between your lips... almost, but not quite entering! Your eyes are closed again, you must love to block out all distractions when you cum, for you are indeed cumming again. Your body quivers and trembles. Your breath is erratic. And as your orgasm sweeps through your body, my hips lunge upwards... impaling you! With a scream you collapse onto me, a quivering mass of excited flesh, your cunt convulsing around my intruding cock. But I give you no time to recover! I am thrusting rapidly now! My cock sliding easily, in and out of your cunt, as you lay atop me, you legs stretched apart in what is left of your awkward crouch! You feel the sun on your ass as I thrust repeatedly into you. My arms around you, grip your shoulders from behind, pulling you down onto my cock with every thrust! You are barely conscious; your pleasure is so intense! You simply know that you like what is happening, and you hope it won’t stop!
As my own climax approaches, I roll you onto your back, slip my cock from your cunt and let my semen spurt from my cock over your belly and breasts, burning you with its heat! Pulse after pulse erupts from my cock as I ejaculate over you. My cum beads and rolls down your sides. How decadent you feel!
Eventually, slowly, you become aware of your surroundings again. I am sitting beside you, stroking your body, rubbing my come into your breasts. You feel warm and relaxed now. Safe. Reaching for my knapsack, I pull out some lotion to protect you from the sun. Slowly and carefully, I oil all of your exposed body, and then do the same to myself. And as we lie there in the sun, we drowse together, without speaking.
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Posted:Sep 30, 2022 9:36 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 3:50 am 8535 Views
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I guess I’ll also add that my relationship with Janelle also had a twist that I would see again later – that the interest in experimentation, foreplay and variety would wane with the length of the relationship… I’ve now had a few partners who pretty much gave up on anything that required an effort. I might initiate sex and bring her to orgasm only to have her lie back and basically say, “Now you can fuck me.” Geeze, is that all there is?
Sex should be fun, it should be interesting. It should take a little effort and desire. I think that is one of the things that I like about oral sex, it’s pretty hard to be disinterested in it (though I’ve known a woman or two that would just mail it in). Generally, whether you are sucking my cock or I’m eating your pussy, having something right in your face pretty much demands some attention and intentionality!
If you are giving me head, play with it! Look at my cock, observe it. Lick the head and the shaft. Play with my balls. Lick and suck on them. Put my cock in your mouth and run it in and out. Sometimes with suction, sometimes with just the soft, wet, warmth of your mouth. Take your time, pay attention to your craft.
If I am going down on you, I need to similarly take my time to do it right. Spread your legs and look at your pussy. Blow on it softly, making you feel exposed. Running my tongue and lips up your thigh, licking at the crevice between your thigh and your cunt. Suck on your lips, delve into your pussy, run my tongue up to your clit and flick at it. Suck on your clit. Pull it into my mouth and run my tongue over it. Push your legs back and raise your hips, dip down to the bottom of your pussy, your taint and your asshole. Then back up. Pull back and observe you again. Use my fingers to penetrate you and spread your lips as I put my mouth back on it. Everything is intentional. Everything is considered. If I do my job right, you’ll have an orgasm and I win! Then, I need to slow down, bring you back slowly. Or maybe stand and press my cock into you for a good fuck.
Good head is a process. A gift. It isn’t a race.
If I leave you spent, then take your time to recover. Don’t feel you need to make or let me cum right away, getting it “over with”. If time doesn’t permit, just wait until you can do it right.
The same applies to the common hand-job. It should be sexy and fun, purposeful and intentional. Just reaching down and yanking on the thing is just plain rude. Make yourself comfortable, have both hands available. Watch while you stroke me, feel my reactions. Speed up or slow down to accomplish your goal. Cradle my balls, run your hands down my thighs. Look at my body, my face. Watch me cum. Enjoy the accomplishment. Finish the job with a cool down period, less motion, more pressure, occasional tugs. Improvement takes practice. Don’t be afraid to initiate a hand-job and leave it at that. Everything comes in its own time.
When I finger my partner to orgasm, it’s a full body experience. It starts by running my hands over her body. Run them downher ribcage to her waist and over her hips. Talk to her. Tell her what you are doing and how it feels. Stroke the breasts softly. Feel the whole breast. The top swell, the nipple, the soft under-breast and the side-boobs. Across the waist and hips to her thighs. A little pressure will signal her to spread her legs. Come back up to her pussy, stroking all the crevices. Between her thighs and lips, between the lips and up around her clit. If she is comfortable and feeling your care she will be wet. Use that, spread it around. Hear the sound of her wetness as you play. Use penetration, and pressure on her clit with the ball of your hand. Dip your finger in, shallow and deep. Run your fingers around the walls of her cunt. Feel her uterus and the spongy area around her g-spot. Keep talking to her. Whispering in her ear. Let her grab at you clutching at your head or your hand. Let her bite your shoulder. Move your mouth to her breasts and nipples. Mix wet licks with tight flicks and don’t forget to suck on them hard at times. If she likes a nibble, give it to her. Don’t worry about what comes next. All your attention is on what you are doing in the moment. Let things progress naturally, whether it leads to a fuck or not.
I’m not saying that there isn’t a time or place for a good hot fuck. If you’ve read my earlier posts, consider the difference between the stories Feast and Dessert.
Wow, this rant went on a lot longer than I expected. I just couldn’t stop with a generic complaint. And, of course, even with more details, there’s still so much to consider. I wasn’t trying to address all play activities, just saying that even the basics deserve nuance.
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