Sent to serve - first time
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Posted:Apr 3, 2015 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2015 4:08 am 61620 Views
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i enjoyed the preparation... bathing, dressing, applying make up, slowly.. wanting to look the best i could... i called P**** to hear the answermachine and again 10 mins later.... No answer from Him...i knew i would go, but there was a moment, on that fine line, part of me thinking 'sod it'... not knowing what to do... thinking if he doesn't want this/me enough to be there, then fuck him, or not as the case may be... so i drove... random tracks from my ipod.. mind steadying... i can recognise the feeling now... nervous, tingling, full of trepidation... but focused.. other thoughts gone, tunnel visioned... leaving that real life behind..... i looked good today, sometimes you can wear the same clothes, makeup but feel better than others, today was a good day....
i arrived and called.. p**** answered.. relief!! i could hear nerves in his voice, which helped my own anxiety abate a little... he gave me the room number... i walked through reception, i had my phone to my ear, didn't want the staff to catch my eye, or question me... found the room and knocked straight away.... p**** opened the door... we exchanged a nervous smile... He offered me a glass of wine, which i declined.... a few lines of small talk.... then i asked him to close the curtains.. He did, then i sat on the bed and he walked up to me, his hand reaching down to cup my breast.. i'd taken my boots off... i leant back and removed my dress.. i had the black lace body on, with my breasts free over the top.... He was looking down at me and i heard almost a gasp as he whispered 'fanastic'... His hand went back to my now bare breast.. i leant forward.. nuzzling my face to his groin as he stood before me.... his hand on my tit, the other in my hair... i pressed my face, mouth to his groin and he undid his belt... pulled his cock free and i latched on immediately.... 
i gave him a taster of my mouth, tongue and throat... then looked up and guided him to the bed, pulling down his boxers, rubbing my breasts over his legs, then chest, kissing as i moved... he murmured.. 'you're turning me on so much, i could cum..' i moved between his legs... mouth working full on... teasing, taking deep.. hands caressing... He was almost quivering and pulled me up, his hand to my cunt... commenting on my wetness and clit ring.. moaning as i moved to his motions.. writhing on his fingers and against his body.... then i offered to get his drink for him.. and returned to sucking his cock as his sipped his wine... he asked me if i had done this before, met others... i said no, but i had met another girl.. he liked this idea.. so as i was kissing, licking, sucking i was telling him how i enjoyed it, preparing a girl for a cock, being watched as we pleasured each other... i said i would love to get her wet and guide her onto his cock... then said could he imagine two mouths her, at his cock... he seemed to really like this idea.... i asked if he had condoms, he hadn‘t so i got mine out... he wanted to finger me again... i turned on my side.. and reached down behind my legs to his cock.. sliding it through my slickness... cunt riding him quick... then i pulled off, feeling his excitement building and went to suck.... i took him very deep, he's much smaller, so it was easier.... and before i realised, he had cum....
i snuggled up under his arm and he said sorry for not lasting long.. i said i'd take it as a compliment... he said 'that was amazing.. and other complimnetary things... we chatted a while.. he isnt into giving pain, but quite likes watching the response if the girl needs it.. he likes the idea of two girls... said he's never done the whole dungeon thing, is more into having fun.... but understands that others enjoy it... he kept thanking me for coming, said i was very brave to do it, and he was really pleased i had...
i then said 'we should head back into reality' i dressed... kissed his cheek and said You would be in touch... and slipped away.......
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The Gaijin
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Posted:Mar 29, 2015 11:06 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2016 4:01 pm 65486 Views
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He had been in the hotel the last 4 days... she had taken His breakfast in every morning, returned to make His bed in the day.. she had touched His clothes, smelt His scent... she had seen some of the pictures He had taken, stolen glances.. images of her city, the girls, their adornments, their beauty... other images hinting of a darkness that terrified her, excited her, entranced her.....
The second morning she had entered the room, He was in the bathroom, she had just placed His breakfast tray onto the bedside table, when the door opened and He walked out, dripping, towel wrapped around His waist, clinging to His thighs as He walked over to the food... her eyes fixed at His groin, seeing the towelling move as His cock hung loose, damp beneath... she inhaled sharply, quickly looking up to see if He had noticed her fascination... disappointment flooding her when she realised He had not even glanced upon her... she did not exist.......
The third morning she had entered His room again.... as before He was in the bathroom, this time the door was open-wide.... she placed the tray carefully, silently and turned... He was standing at the toilet, His cock in His hand, piss spurting in a fast hot stream into the bowl... she stood transfixed... a heat spreading over her flesh... glancing upwards she caught His eye in the mirror alongside the sink.... she panicked, humiliation coursing through her.... so certain He had been smiling.......
On the fourth morning she had shook as she walked to His door, the crockery on the tray rattling... she took a deep breathe as she entered... the room was empty.... a groan escaped her lips, one of relief and frustration... the bed was rumpled, two glasses stood on the table, an empty bottle of wine.. a heady musky scent in the air... her skin prickled, yet she didn't know why... on impulse she lay down on the messed up sheets, inhaling deeply, her imagination running wild, His images flickering through her mind... tormented, by what she didn't know, she found her hands gripping at the sheet, her body writhing and grinding onto the bed, one hand driven to grip herself between her legs, squeezing hard.... the slam of a door down the corridoor shocking her back to herself... with a shake of her head she swiftly made up the room and left......
The night had been one of broken sleep, of dreams she didn't understand, of stallions pissing, of clinging to the horses back, it's motion awakening her arousal... of the Gaijun's smile... of the unmade bed.... she'd awoken with her hand rubbing frantically at her wet pussy... her alarm jolting her from her need, denying her satisfaction... and so it was, that in this heightened state, she arrived at work on this morning... determined to be noticed.. driven to be bold... so, so scared... so, so needy...
Moving around the bustle of colleagues, collecting her trays and linen.. working through her other rooms as if automated, mechanically bedmaking, breakfast serving.. her mind blocking what it was she was working towards incase thoughts changed it.... finally one room left.... she took her break, going to the washroom... locking herself in the toilet stall, hoisting her skirt up, turning over the waistband to raise the hem... sliding her long socks down a fraction so a few inches of smooth thigh could be revealed... slipping off her panties..... unhooking her scrap of lace bra... undoing one extra shirt button.... leaving the stall she stood at the mirror... observing her young face bare of make up... eyes bright, she scooped her hair up fixing it in a loose bun at the nape of her narrow neck, allowing long tendrils to fall around her face... in the absence of cosmetics she pinched her cheeks sharply and bit at her soft full lips to coax the flush of blood to them.... for the final touch her reached into her pocket and withdrew the ribbons she had hidden there... a crimson length wrapped around her slender throat, tied in a bow under her gathered hair... a thinner Scarlet length wound over the fine bones of her wrist....... one last look at her innocent self... a hard twist of each nipple, watching them harden and redden, a sweep of a finger through her slit anointing the soft flesh behind her earlobe with eau-de-cunt...... one deep breathe and.......
stomach churning, bowel cramping, mind in a whirl, door opening, a seconds hesitation... He is there... sitting in the bed, as if waiting, knowing..... approaching each step placed carefully, eyes fixed on the tray, focus, focus.... blinking has her knees touch the bed, lowering to rest the tray on His lap, fingers feeling His body under the thin sheet, pulling them away as if burnt.... dizzy.... standing, rushing to the window, drawing back the blinds, taking refuge in the space between them... His words reach her eyes 'I'm not comfortable... could you make me comfortable?' did she imagine the mocking tone in His voice, if she did she didn't care... she turned, nodding, moving back towards Him... no turning back now...
Biting softly on bottom lip, leaning over Him as her hands reach behind His broad shoulders to shift His pillows.... she feels His breath on her neck, hears Him inhale her arousal.... small breasts heaving as her own breath quickens.. He is still, hands on the bed... a questioning look on His face, amused perhaps..... 'Thank you.... ' His voice low, commanding..'now that tray isn't resting stable, it needs to be moved' she lowers,hands taking the sides of the tray, as her hair falls over His chest He reaches for a strand, winding it expertly around His fingers... she slides the tray to the other side of the bed... His hold on her hair preventing her from standing.... her head held looking down at the sheet, His cock clearly outlined under the thin fabric, hard, big...... she whimpers... a sound of desire, of fear, or want... He smiles... 'I'm hot'... she understands, fingers grip sheet edges, tugging them down exposing His groin.... He tightens His twist on her hair.... her hands are trembling, fingertips grazing over His Manflesh... her lips parting... eyes half closed.... she frees the scarlet silk from her wrist, trailing it over His cock, mesmerised by its strange beauty, drunk with lust.... suddenly aware of His moving hand, sliding under her shirt, reaching the thigh, dancing over her pussy lips, felt their wetness cling to His dry fingers, coating them with want.... instinctively her hips circle and buck.... he feels her movement and with one swift guided yank pulls her head down, mouth barely touching His cock tip, holding her there... her moans washing over his shaft... her murmured...'pleaseeeee'..... one final tug.... one thrust of His fingers... her mouth encases the hard Meat hungrily... cunt clenches tight around His digits..... her small frame rocking back and forth, mouth to cock, fingers to cunt.. lost....... He knows He has her, yet He plays the long game... releasing the strand He grips her throat in His hand, pulling her upwards... looking down at her swollen,drooling lips, glazed eyes... her trembling thigh, glistening slit..... he slaps her face harshly, to sharpen her mind back to the room... she cries out... 'noo...' .... He laughs softly 'go, little one.. I have other things to do.... but.... come back... if You dare, if You are ready...'
she feels a slap of humiliation on her bare arse cheek as she turn to flee the room.... cheeks burning with shame... clit throbbing... cunt dripping down her thighs.... rushing to the washroom, locking the door, rubbing herself to sweet release... tears of frustration streaming down her face....
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Bastard, fucking hateful funnel gag..... Rage and fury....
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Posted:Mar 24, 2015 3:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2015 9:31 am 67495 Views
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i arrived in ******** and started walking to the address.... i was feeling different than i had before, I don't know what was troubling me so i stopped at a cafe and sat with a drink...... i thought of texting You, saying i didn't know what i was going to be 'up for' today, but figured the dungeon was booked and i'd go with the flow... 'endure'.... talk about it, whatever.... so my head wasn't in the best of places... when i arrived it started, fast...
No greeting, pulled through the door,,pushed hard to the wall blindfold on, I was stuck in my head space.. shocked, Internalising, withdrawing inside.... You stripped me fast and hard..leaving only my long sock stockings and boots....
You yanked my arms behind my back, tying them tight.. My arms and hands started to tingle, get pins and needles almost immediately.. I sensed something wasn't right.... You felt it too and released my wrists, instead lifting my arms over my head securing to a hook on the ceiling... I took a deep breathe, relaxing, trusting that You had seen something wasn't right and dealt with it.. I felt safe....
I could hear You moving, music suddenly flooding the room, deep bassy thumping rhythm... Then a stroke of soft suede strands over my back... My body shivering... Tensing in anticipation... A soft flicking starting, over arse cheeks, thighs, back... A continuous caress, tips increasingly flicking on my skin, curling around my waist... I felt my body warm, twist, rock, move with the motion.... Almost hanging from the hook, relaxing into the strokes... Absorbing the ever growing strikes to my skin... Nerves tingling... Stinging little shocks of pain finding their way into my psyche.... The pace quickening... My breathe becoming ragged... Head tossing, feeling my hair down my back.... Suddenly craving more, the pain slowly registering, feeling a moistness growing in my slit.... Then it stops.... I whimper, wanting more... A whisper in my ear and low laugh 'enough'....
My arms released, Your hands rubbing them, bringing them back, my torso twisting, wantonly trying to grind to Yours... You stand still and allow me to press my heated body To Yours.. My nipples hard to Your chest, mound thrusting to Your thigh.... Then a slap, hard on my bottom... Pushing me around... " stand still".... A strange texture, my head trying to assimilate it... Your hands moving, wrapping it round my frame... Cocooning my arms to my body.. Tight.. Total restraint... Rough hands tipping me over a bench... Head falling down... I feel a panic rising.. My body's too hot... I start to pant uncontrollably, dizzy... Falling..... Murmuring... 'I can't, i cant' as I feel,Your cock rubbing against my wet crack... Again You feel it, You stop, Unwrapping me.. Holding my shuddering frame to Yours.... Kissing my eyes, my lips, my neck until my panic subsides and need resumes....
Then the chains, oh the chains! Cool, heavy, such contrast on my overheated flesh... You sat me in the corner... Music now quieter... Blindfold off.... I look up and in Your hands a see the funnel gag, black menacing, terrifying... My eyes fill with tears... Murmuring "no,please, not that, not today'... 'Ssshhh' You reply, stroking my hair as Your hand places the straps around my head... 'Open Your mouth..' You look down at me, tears falling down my cheeks... My mouth opening...
I hate the gag, hate it with every fibre of my being... Nasty hard... Makes my jaw ache... You holding the pump... Inflating , the rubber pressing into my throat... Feeling like my jaw will break, my gag reflex threatening yet I know I will choke if it rises.... I found breathing easier today... breathing slow, focusing only on that, on keeping control, fighting the panic down, survival instinct kicking it... Aware of only my breath, the heavy chains, my forced opened throat.... I just wanted to fight, cry... but had to keep so in calm, I'm control... i kept thinking after this, once released i'm going to claw at Him, spit, sob...
You stood before me, watching my every breathe, Your cock so hard.... Then You lifted a water bottle to the tube, my stomach twists in fear... You trickle a few drops in the funnel... I waited.. Throat ready to strain and swallow.... Mind blowing tension.. Terror... Trance...
I sank into a meditative state, breathing the only thing I was aware of, until You moved, releasing the inflated gag, my jaw almost in spasms... Tugging it from my mouth then kissing my swollen crushed lips.... Lifting the chains and carrying me to the sofa... Your hands parting my thighs, burying You face in my cunt.. then i got so close to cumming... so fucking, frustratingly close.. but whatever place i was in, wasn't going to let me get over the edge.... I sobbed distraught...
You held me, whispering 'it's okay, you're amazing, fucking incredible' caressing me as I returned and relaxed..
so, the ending...You took me naked from the dungeon upstairs into the room and wrapped my coat around me... when You started doing the coat up i realised, you were going to put me out on the street in just my short coat ..my clothes stuffed in my bag.... My whole being flooded with anger, but knew the toilet was just outside the door in the entrance.. So I held it all in and as You guided me to the door I quickly turned, snatching my arm away from Your hand and got myself into the toilet.. Taking the clothes from my bag.. Preparing to leave quickly.. Raging....
I opened the door and You pounced on me, dragging me back into the room... I lashed out, fists hitting Your chest, struggling hard in Your grasp.. Hissing 'get the fuck off me!" You laughed, easily holding me tight against You, taking my blows... 'You are magnificent' You roar....
Tension broken I laughed too, crying, shaking....
I left shortly after, alone, walking down the busy street, eerily calm
I mailed You later... disappointed..... frustrated that my head had been in the place it was..... that i felt unable to find the other space.... body tense with arousal but blocked....
... getting dressed in the toilet i was angry at myself and You, i didn't want to be strong, together, in control..... that passed pretty quick though... then i just felt flat, dejected, hence the 'disappointment'....
All part of this wonderful journey.....
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Be Still.....
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Posted:Mar 23, 2015 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2015 3:36 am 65445 Views
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'Be Still'... 'No Sound'...... 'Do Not Move'.... body aching, burning, the commands holding flesh.... the need to writhe, to grind, to respond is desperate, it hurts.... the control taken as the words sink into the mind... 'do not move, do not make a sound' .... cunt dissolving, womb twisting.... the hands exploring.... mouth on slit, another on nipple.... 'DON'T Move'.... mind screaming silently... too much.. too much.... 'i can't, i can't'.... a growl.... 'Still'..... the orgasm rising... 'Let it come, Let it take you'... 'i can't, i'm scared'..... 'You can, You will.'.. no words, No controlled movements..... torment, fear.. climax building, wavering on the edge... 'Don't push it... Don't move... Let it, take you'..... muscles taut, mind fighting to take the sensation.... 'NO, surrender to IT'.... a touch, so gentle, the slightest push.... then... 'oh god'..... consumed, taken, possessed, waves, twisting, convulsing.......... ohhh..... that is it....
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A... Can you take control?
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Posted:Mar 20, 2015 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2023 4:08 am 67049 Views
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You asked me to visit 's', to excite her, to entice her, to test her.... You told be to 'take charge', to be in control... I didn't know if I could, if I could 'top' her, anyone... But You said 'do it for Me'.....
The account.....
after all my being unsure, i knew all day that the evening was going to be fine.. i decided what i was going to do and it was going to happen as i wanted... even getting ready i knew i was looking good, feeling calm, confident.... on the drive there i felt myself go into that same headspace i now recognise from the other drives You had prepared for me...
i arrived, knocking softly, she was hiding behind the door, but her eyes were bright, excited.. she had really dressed up well, lingerie, make up, smooth cunt.. i kissed her on the cheek and turned her round to look at her, asked her about the outfit and whether she had others too.. then put my hands on her shoulders and said 'bedroom, we have things to do'.... i didn't give her much chance to talk, i started to tell her the things i knew she needed to hear... that i understood her need, i knew how strong these desires can be... while i was talking i was guiding her onto the bed, arranging her.. i gave her some white freesias and said they were for her to look at during the week and think of this evening, of us...
I put a blindfold on her, more for my own confident than anything else, I felt liberated knowing she could t see me, see my uncertainties, my hesitations... I placed her lying propped up on pillows... I,spread her legs and sat on the bed between them...
once she was settled, i took down her knickers, her mound freshly shaven, stroking her legs, still talking, about You now.. about now all the things she had shared with You online, through talk, could be reality, i asked her a few things about she might of mentioned, force, hoods, fisting, whoring, more than one cock, women... as i spoke i took her hand and placed it on her cunt, whispering .. 'show me..' I watched her pleasure herself as I talked, then i used my fingers in her while telling her about O.our first meeting 'Into the Woods'.
at one point during this time she said she wanted to kiss me.. she took the blindfold off, but i was happy for that by then, in my stride, so to speak... i said she couldn't kiss me unless she asked You first.. she laughed and said yes i can... i just finger fucked her deeper, curling up to that spot... telling her it didn't work that way... Pushing her back against the pillows..
i didn't use her toys on her.... but did use my bullet... then You called.. and You kind of know what happened then... i got very aroused when You were talking to her, even though i couldn't hear what You were saying.. I smiled when I heard her say 'can A lick me,,please? Can she?' Followed with 'can I cum?' Looking at me, 'Ask Him' was my reply.... Then she passed the phone to me, W.we talked... used my nails hard when You said told me and bit her inner thighs... then let myself loose on her tits and cunt for a while... i enjoyed toying with her while talking to You, watching her arch and strain... then You said goodnight.... and i got ready to leave... i kissed her mouth, then her neck.. whispering how i like necks, she was almost clinging to me at this point.... i left, saying maybe we would meet again, she said she would like that....
The most arousing, exciting thing for me was hearing her tell You she wanted me to lick her, asking You if i could.. i loved that, presses my buttons of being desired, of hooking, yet still ultimately being controlled....
i know now that i could most definitely 'top' her... and enjoy that side of 'A'.. i felt in control, confident, calm and powerful.. i loved seeing how she got aroused... my words came easy, which i had been most anxious about, being the quiet woman that i am...
thats what happened...... my pondering and processing to follow x
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I'm A .... A simple task .....
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Posted:Mar 18, 2015 3:12 pm
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2020 7:45 am 66120 Views
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You said You had a task for me.... You would email me a letter, I was to print it out and deliver it....
The recipient, a girl, only to be known to me as 's'.... She would be in ********* coffee shop in a town nearby... 's' wouldn't know who or what to expect, she had just been told to go there at this time and wait, a test for her, for You to see if her actions would match her words.... I asked how I would know it was her, You said, she will put a flower on her table..... Of,course I went, I got there early so I could see her arrive... And this is the 'account' I sent you after......
'she walked in, so clearly her.. looking nervy.. attempting nonchalance.. eyes darting all around... she took her seat... head lifting every time someone walked in.... i caught her gaze once or twice, but i wasn't on her radar... she put something on the table.. she sat on a high stool.. i couldn't see if it were a flower or not.. no matter i knew it was her... a few army men were in and out, then a guy in motorbike leathers.. i could feel her tense as they passed by... she was fidgeting... kept getting her phone out.. i wondered if she were texting You... as she finished her drink .. i stood and walked over.... she looked at me.. surprise, shock on face, followed swiftly by relief... she took the letter... i smiled and turned to go.... she asked me to wait, so i turned back....
her words were fast, almost stuttering.. eyes bright, excited..
'do you know... Him.. i mean...'
'Yes'
'i mean.. do you know Him well'
'Yes'
"whats he like.. i mean.. whats he like...?"
’I'd of thought you had some idea by now!'
'oh.. yes.. well.. we've mailed, spoken, text... but please tell me' ( almost begging now)
(i put my hand on her thigh)
'you'll find out one day... if... you want to...'
'well i wouldn't be here if i didn't'
(i laughed) 'true...'
then i held her, hugged her for a moment... then turned and took a few steps..
she called out... 'who are you?'
i turned back.... 'i'm A'
she said.... 'A...'
i turned and left....
We were to meet again, naturally.....
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Wondrous jealously......
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Posted:Mar 12, 2015 1:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2024 8:05 am 74086 Views
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i've gone back to this throughout the day, both reading Your letter and in my mind....
i've been a fly on the wall, i've been the girl in Your arms, i've oiled her for You, marked her for You.... i've watched You bind her to a chair and i've teased her, tormented her, then abandoned her, left to watch us take Our pleasures...... i've seen You gather her in Your arms and hold her close as i've buried into her cunt..... i've offered her a breast to suckle, watched her tears fall on the soft flesh..... then 'i' have suckled, have cried, have bled and been bathed.....
i wasn't upset, of course i am jealous, would be sad, no tragic if i wasn't..... i want to be the flesh pulsing at Your touch.... i want to sit astride You, my cunt clenching, wet, sliding down over Your length as You lie still... i want to grind against You, move over You, murmur, beg, delirious whispers in Your ear.... 'feel me cum, feel me cum, i need to, please, can You feel me... now.... ' i want my orgasm to grip and grasp at Your cock, my breath held the in exquisite pause that is filled only with the crushing, pulsing, waves of climax, of muscles undulating then melting..... falling onto You, heart pounding.... tears flowing......
i want to be the one You look down upon and want... whose lips, mouth and tongue caress and adore... i want to be the flesh that makes You craven, wanton, wild.... the mind You rest with......
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The inner .......
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Posted:Mar 11, 2015 2:41 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2017 5:30 am 73468 Views
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.... curled up in a dark room, my inner , needy, not understanding... My small hands at my smooth cunt, desperate for release... tears falling because i don't know what to do, how to get there, yet it builds and builds, until it takes on a force of its own, pulsing through my body, overwhelming..... then He arrives.. looking down at me... whispering soft 'poor baby, it's hurting isn't it.. sshhhh its alright now I'm here...'
He hovers over me, grasping my tiny wrists, pulling my hands away from my cunt, wrapping one strong arm tight around me, holding me close to His chest, pulling slender thighs over His thighs... i feel His cock hard on my flesh.. i'm trembling with the power of this instinctive, yet unknown, desire... He eases a small cock gag into my hungry, suckling mouth, soothing as a pacifier, His free hands guides my legs apart and His finger teases at my tight anus... He lifts a small plug, the other pacifier, slippery, dripping in liquid silk, pressing so slow at the ring of muscle... my mouth in a frenzy on the gag... narrow hips grinding against His firm grip..... His voice, crooning, 'relax baby, trust Me... this will help...' low, sweet words.... totally irresistible... the plug sinking in, the stretch burning, the sensation flooding my slit... limbs taut, tremoring.... then His fingers stroke at my cunt, circle my tiny clit... tips dancing.. my mind confused, unable to tell what part of me is responding most.. all melting together, swirling.. eyes closing.... His arm holding so tight.. i'm scared, on the edge.. frightened to fall, to let go... He growls low.. 'now babycunt' i shake in His arms.. silent screams... pulsing deep, hard... it hurts.. it hurts... spectacular, intense.... i'm dizzy, hot.. cheeks flushed.... He lifts me slightly, taking the gag from my suck-swollen lips...placing His mouth to my ear... HIs wonderfully menacing voice... 'good girl.. good girl..... now..... beg for Daddy's cock....
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Slow cock sucking wearing 'sadie'
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Posted:Mar 8, 2015 5:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2024 12:24 pm 74298 Views
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(Sadie is a piece of lingerie, Ann summers actually, halter neck, black nylon, suspenders)
climbing into the bed.... sadie clinging to her freshly bathed body.. the black net sheer over skin, breasts falling from its halter line... suspenders tugging stockings tight over thighs... his hands finding the costume, fingertips feeling its lines.. her mouth nuzzling to his neck, slowly undulating her frame against his, pressing her mound into his hip... slowly, slowly slithering down, kisses trailing, teeth lightly scraping flesh.. she finds her way to his groin, feeling the stirrings of his cock against her face.. cheek caressing as lips nestle into the hardening flesh, tongue peeking out, sliding over, feeling his ridges, circling slowly, flicking at his foreskin, teasing, then dancing at his tiny slit... shifting her frame between his legs, settling there, mouth stretching over his now solid cock head... hands stroking, nails slightly dragging thighs, palm finding, cradling, cupping his balls, her other hand curling around his shaft, firmly manipulating his skin over the muscles, twisting, upwards til finger meets her lips... her head lowering, mouth following her hand as it moves downwards.. taking him deep.. lips taut... nostrils flaring for breathe... pressing his shaft down to her throat, her gag reflex rising, saliva flowing, drooling over her hand, coating his cock.... her throat reaching, flesh wet, crushing over his tip... she swallows... head lifting to gasp.... then sliding low again.. hand moving, smooth, lubricated with her spit, mouth sucking now as tongue dances over cock head... tasting, feeling.... hearing her own moans muffled by his shaft..... his fingers gripping her hair, the sheer fabric barely holding her breasts, she feels her nipples falls free... the net rising over her thighs as she spreads them to lower her body lower against his.... the rhythm building... hands holding firmer, her lips thrust again and again upon the edge of her hand as she grasps at his shaft.... jaw aching, tongue in a frenzy over his sensitive tip.... then straining to relax throat, stomach turning as muscles spasm.... his fingers tighter.. suddenly holding her still... she knows then to suck harder, and swallow, swallow.......... then smile....
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The next time... The Dungeon... So many firsts....
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Posted:Mar 5, 2015 4:50 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2020 5:49 am 71799 Views
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so.. i was naive... to be expected i guess.... When I told you I was expecting my monthly cycle, You said if i was bleeding that weekend You wouldn't share me but have me for Yourself...
We met as arranged, I was nervous, terrified even, our second meeting, a whole night ahead of Us.. I told You how i was feeling... You pulled my head to Your neck, whispering in my ear 'you can always go, go home, be safe, if that is what you really want?' ... I shook my head, I'd wanted You to soothe me, persuade me.. But I realise now that You would never do that, it had to be my choice, I had to 'own' my desires and I to want all that lay ahead....
We walked through the town, you were silent at first, then You took my hand saying with a small smile ' I want You to see something, to watch, something not for you tonight, I have a very different evening planned for you'.... I found this re-assuring, I could observe, not take part, maybe a film, You had often spoken of movies We would watch together.... even as we walked into the building that was still forefront in my mind... it wasn't until You put the blindfold on me and disappeared for a few minutes that the realisation hit it me, this was no film night..
Wandering through the town, reaching the narrow back streets, a plain door in a white wall, no sign, no number... You opened it and lead me into a side room... I looked around quickly, a bed, a shower, dark walls, dim lighting.... Before I take in any more of my surroundings You pushed me to the wall, I felt velvet drapes behind me... You kissed me hard, hungrily then tied a blindfold tight around my eyes... A collar around my throat, a lead attached..... I heard You murmur... 'Don't move, wait there'. I froze to the spot, my body on high alert, struggling to slow my breathing... I could hear You moving about, loud noises, a wooden door, music playing....
Your hands on my shoulders guiding me forwards and down steps, steep wooden steps... The music loud, covering any other noises... Reaching the hard ground, taking my trembling hands and walking me forwards.... Turning me and pushing me back... I felt boards, a cross behind me... You lifted my wrists, buckled them tight up and to the sides... Then Your hands wandered over my body, hitching up my dress, fingers running down my legs, placing my ankles apart and cuffing them to the Cross.... I pulled slightly testing the restraint, I was bound... Blindfolded, hearing just music... You caressed me then, easing my tits from my bra, pulling my dress down so they were free... My nipples were instantly hard, aching... My torso moving as much as possible to feel Your touch....
You removed my blindfold, face close to mine, smiling, then You stepped to the side... My eyes adjusted to the dim light..... I saw her... Hands tied... lifted over her head, body stretched.. Rope through a hook on the ceiling... She was dressed, her clothes dishevelled, skirt hitched around her waist, knickers around her ankles, her blouse undone, breasts falling free, like my own... Her back was facing me, but there was a mirrored wall before her so I could her blindfold eyes, flushed face, head hanging forward...
And so it began..... You chose Your implements, a plug lubed and stuffed in her arse, a flogger, a whip, a paddle.... I was scared, I was excited... You started tormenting her.. I could see she had been well 'warmed up' for the colour of her ass cheeks and titmeat..... I was shocked at the force You released on her.... The cries and moans from her lips reassuring me of her pleasure....
i loved watching.. You and her... i could feel the draught from the flogger over my skin.. i could feel myself straining towards it... i enjoyed watching her flinch, my mind split between wanting it to be me and and grateful it wasn't....
i also have this nurturing/maternal instinct, 'the mother tiger' even, part of me that yearned to sooth her, make it better, even if she was ready for more.... And later in the evening that 'tiger/protection' switch that i had to keep turned'off', to stop myself begging You to desist, the desire to protect her so strong.... Even later that night You wanted me lying over her, using her body for,support, finger fucking her hard...it was so hard for me, every part of my own body feels geared to not hurting another women, a younger woman, a vulnerable women, even if that's whats they want... yet the other side of that coin is the struggle i have submitting to a women, its that huge maternal instinct i have that doesn't readily allow me to become vulnerable to a women, it makes me need to be the strong one, well emotionally strong at least.... that said though i love women's bodies (not as much as Mens'!) and wanted more of hers....
You stopped and walked over to me... Watching my reactions, hand inside my panties, feeling my arousal and grinning.... The blindfold back on, music louder, then another wait.... Only a few minutes, yet felt an age.....
Hands releasing me, You guiding me, leading me to the sofa, hands on my shoulders pushing me to kneel.... I could feel You sit down in front of me... You reached for my hand and rested it on Your groin, Your cock so hard... I began to feel to,stroke and You reached for my other hand, resting it next to You, on anothers thigh, guiding it upwards to another's stiff shaft.... My mind in a whirl... Stroking at both cocks, telling myself not to panic, to just feel it, go with it......
then You took my blindfold off.... I remember hands, mouths, kissing,,sucking, coaxed from One to the Other....... the constant hold of the lead.... then You told me to undress......
The rest a blur... a delicious surrealism... mouths, hands, cocks... the security of the lead... Feeling myself flitting from one 'self' to another.... sometimes heady with lust, sometimes feeling sooo inadequate. .... sometimes just drowning in pleasure..
You told me to dance....... my brain stalled, i kept telling myself You would see i couldn't.. i froze... then finally the old fight or flight drive kicked in and flight wasn't an option.... and as much as i'm sorry i couldn't do it, for i did so want to try and give You reason to be proud, I just couldn't, I grabbed the lead in my hand, wrenching it from Your grasp, shouting 'I can't..... I imagined You'd be angry, but You gathered me onto Your lap, stroking me, ssshhing me, offering Your cock for me to,suckle and calm.... The Other guy said ' she's a spirited one,that needs some taming'.... You replied simply 'not taming, releasing'. I heard the words and knew You understood me.... The rush of adrenalin i got from my little lash out fuelled me for the rest of the evening.... seems I could be up for a fight sometimes....
The Other guy eventually left.. He teased and tormented the other girl, fucked us both, abused her.... He held my thighs open while You forced my climax with Your glass dildo.... i understand Your trust in Him.. though different, i felt YOUR 'foundations' matched... i felt safe with You both....... i said goodbye to 'The other' with a smile...
soon after that it got all 'fucked up' as You said... i felt such a novice, i've not had that experience, i didn't know the dynamics, how to make them work... The girl was clearly needing Your attentions... i was feeling lost, inadequate, that i had failed, yet it became apparent that You and she were going through something yourselves, so i did what i always do, shut my own response down... i don't cry, i don't cling, i don't demand, i don't need
You settled her upstairs and left me in the dungeon on the bed.....
You went out for a walk... i was seething with anger, resentfulness, not at You or the others, but at myself.. for putting myself in that situation, for thinking i could do it... i felt foolish for getting myself 'trapped' , not able to leave, i was even wondering if You were going to return.. i decided i'd go and drive somewhere, park up and nap or read til i was able to go home and then realised i didn't know where my belongings were.......
You came back.... and lying there with You, touching, something happened, if i were a 'fey' type i'd say magical... then the rest didn't matter... it was beautiful.. we were.......
i'll stop writing now, seems a good point to pause and reflect... A x
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