Musings and Meanderings

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So i've been thinking ......

i've been writing a lot of stories lately, and not talking so much about my thoughts or feelings or revelations or concerns. Some of what i write is a way to "try out" these situations; and some of them are purely for the exercise of writing, and not necessarily that i want to actually do them.

i really, really do not have a thing for pain. i do not think it's sexy or hot to be beaten.

And it concerns me ..... is this how some people find themselves in actual abusive relationships? Did things start out playfully, or sexually, and degenerate? It seems to me, it might be better never to start down that path, and so avoid the risk.

Because, hey, in the end, i have to look out for me, you know?

Play It Again, Sir

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Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



i'm out to lunch with a girlfriend when Sir sends me a text .... i am to meet Him at the door, with my cane, in my robe, and wearing His collar - and that's all. i read His message and smile.

When Sir arrives, He finds me waiting. i'm a little bit nervous, and my bare feet are a little cold, to be honest.  My head is bowed, my eyes trained on the floor, my robe tied shut, the cane held loosely in my hand and resting on the floor.  Sir steps through the door and stops in front of me. His finger comes to rest under my chin, forcing my head up, and i meet His eyes. His gaze is warm, and the butterflies in my stomach calm.

"Hello, Kitten," He says.

"Hello, Sir," i reply.

His finger trails from my chin, down my neck, and i shiver. He hooks His finger under the chain of His collar and tugs lightly, flashing me a teasing smile. His hand moves down my chest to my waist, where He pulls at the tie of my robe, tugging the loose knot apart, letting the robe fall open. When His hand brushes against my skin, i shiver again, and my hand flexes around the cane, causing the tip to skitter across the floor.

Sir leans down and kisses me, using my distraction to take the cane from me. When i feel its cold wooden shaft on my calf, i startle, breaking away from Sir's kiss in the process. Sir takes a step back, grasping one end of the belt of my robe and tugging, pulling it free of the belt loop, letting the front of my robe flutter open. Sir uses the tip of the cane on my leg, starting with my ankle, running up my calf, then the inside of my thigh. i close my eyes and tip my head back, enjoying the way the cool wood of the cane feels against my skin. The cane reaches the apex of my thigh, slides across Sir's pussy, and works down the other leg.

Sir orders me to strip, and i shrug out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor. He directs me to stand by the support post in the living room, facing it, and He uses the belt from my robe to tie my hands up over my head. i rest my forehead on the post, and wait.

Sir touches me with the cane again, running it up my legs and across my ass, down my legs again, making three or four circuits, and then suddenly, on the next pass, the cane strikes my ass with a loud crack. i jump, and hiss at the sting, the throbbing starting already, and i'm sure there's a nice raised welt forming. Damn, that smarts. Another loud crack, and there's a matching welt on my other cheek. i can't help but wriggle in an attempt to relieve the sting. Sir lays two more stripes along the backs of my thighs, which really hurt. i choke on a sob and bite my lip, tears in my eyes. He strikes me once more, one last tremendous blow on my ass, and i jump and shriek and pull at my bonds, because that was really painful. Tears escape my eyes and stream down my face, dripping from my chin. My ass and legs feel like they're on fire, and the lash marks are throbbing and sore.

Sir grasps my shoulder and turns me to face Him, but i keep my eyes averted, as i don't like showing my tears. But He doesn't let me hide from Him, and He mops my face and tells me i've done well. When my tears stop, Sir presses me back against the pole, and His fingers reach between my legs to play with His pussy. i gasp, and groan, and rock my hips forward into His hand. Sir's fingers quest deeper, plunging inside me, and i ride His fingers and moan aloud. My back presses against the pole, my toes gripping the floor, my hands tugging at the bonds above my head. Sir leans down and nips at my shoulder, then His lips find my ear and He commands me to cum. With a loud cry, my body convulses, and i spin away on a wave of intense pleasure.

When i come down, i am panting and trembling, and Sir is stroking my shoulder, and murmuring "Good girl," over and over again. He reaches up and unties me, and my arms fall numbly to my sides. i rub at my wrists as the blood starts flowing again, then drop to my knees and wrap my arms around His legs. i'm waiting for my heart to settle, for my breathing to even out, and to hear what else my Sir would have me do for Him.



 



 


 

Inspiration?

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Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



So it's been a long day, a frustrating day, a day where i feel like all i've done is spin my wheels; i've made no forward progress, and all the effort i've expended has only left me mired in mud. Or quicksand. i'm not quite sure.

When i get home, all i want to do is collapse on the couch, put my feet up, and dive into a bag of Hershey's miniatures. Or a bottle of 43. Or both. Preferably both.

But Sir messages me, and gives me a task - when i get home, i am to fill His pussy with my 5 anal beads, and i am to leave them in overnight. In the morning, i'm allowed to remove them to perform my usual ice cube task, and to shower and get ready for the day.

i can admit, that in the privacy of my mind, i roll my eyes, and cringe. All i want is one day to myself....

But no, that's not really true. What i want, what i need, is to have my focus shifted from my shitty day, to have something else to pay attention to. And Sir has given me that - not in the way i might have chosen for myself, no, but He definitely forces me to think about something else.

i use the bathroom first - that's a lesson i've learned the hard way, LOL - and then retrieve my beads. i also grab a bottle of lube, to ease things along. i drizzle a bit of lube on the first two beads, then lie back on the bed with my knees up, and exhale. i hold the string of beads in both hands, and slowly insert the first lubed bead into Sir's pussy. The lube is cold, and slightly sticky, and i grimace a bit as i push the bead all the way inside. The second bead goes in easier, still cold but not quite so cold as the first. The third bead follows, and i have to push more strongly to get it seated. i take a short break, letting my body adjust to the beads pressing me from inside. 

After a minute or so, i pick up the lube and tip a bit into my hand, then rub the beads to coat them. i'm dry, and i need the moisture. i push the fourth bead inside, squirming and panting, as i have to work to get it in there. i lift my hips off the bed, trying to make room inside for the bead to go. By the time i'm working on the fifth bead, i'm sore, and stretched, and not at all sure there's room for it in there. i have to push, hard, and twist and turn and press, and then finally, finally, it seems to diappear. Damn. That took effort. i'm tired, and panting, and uncomfortable.

i lie on the bed for a few minutes, adjusting, and trying to make sure none of the beads will pop out when i move. Yes, that has happened to me before. No, i really don't want to have to reinsert them tonight. i roll to my side and sit up, then slide off the bed and redress. i can feel the beads shifting inside me when i move, and yes, it certainly feels like one is threatening to pop free. When i walk to the kitchen, i swear i can hear the beads as they bump and slide against each other inside me. Hmm.

i spend the evening quietly, and go to bed with the beads still in place. i have done this before, so i know that when i wake, i will stagger to the bathroom to expel the beads, and then head to the kitchen for an ice cube. Sir's pussy will be sore, and raw, and the ice will burn. But Sir will definitely be foremost on my mind, which is part of the task. So Sir will be pleased, and that will be worth it.

Personal Polish

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Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.




Sir has decided that i need some "alone time" with the cane, so He has tasked me with, umm, shall we say, "conditioning" it.

i go to the closet and retrieve the cane; i store it on a hook on the wall. i carry it to the bed and climb on, then sit cross-legged while i study this implement. i have not forgotten the stripes it gave me, nor how much they hurt, and frankly, i'm not looking forward to another session like that any time soon.

The cane lies innocently across my lap, quiet, unassuming, its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sunlight slanting through the window. i pick it up, near the curve, and tap it lightly against my knee. It's bendy, sure, and pretty light, and i still don't think i'm ever going to be friends with it.

i set the cane down, and strip off my clothes, then lie on my back on the bed. i pick the cane up again, and tap it on my thigh - tap, tap, tap, thwack. Oh, ouch.  i screw up my face at the sting. i contemplate skipping this task ..... but, no. It's not really so onerous, i suppose. But i feel silly, all the same.

i twirl the cane in my hand so that the crook lies on my leg. i draw it up my leg, slowly, feeling the cool of the rattan on my skin. And then, i do it again, and again, before switching hands and dragging the cane up my other leg. Hmm. This isn't so bad. i draw the cane up farther, so that the rounded edge slides up my thigh, across Sir's pussy, and rubs against His clit. That makes me shiver. i rub myself again, and again, feeling myself start to grow wet, and feeling incredulous in the back of my mind that i'm using the cane in this way. Sir sure has some odd ideas. 

And while i can admit that it feels nice, it isn't enough, and i rest the cane across my stomach and reach my hand down to Sir's pussy. i start rubbing myself in earnest, feeling my body responding, feeling my juices flow and coat my fingers. i keep rubbing, circling my fingers, feeling my desire and need grow and driving myself closer to climax. i'm really dripping now, panting, squirming on the bed. 

i reach between my legs, plunging two fingers inside Sir's pussy, liberally coating my fingers in my own juices. Then i pull my fingers free and rub them along the shaft of the cane, leaving a film of juice on the rattan. When my fingers dry, i go back to Sir's pussy, gathering more moisture and coating the cane with it. i repeat the process until the cane has been covered, and is slightly tacky where it has dried.

Then i use the rounded crook of the cane to rub against me once more. Because of all the play i've done, i'm really sensitive, and it doesn't take too much effort to make myself cum. i cry out when my climax hits me, my back arching off the bed. When the wave passes, i collapse to the mattress, panting. But my task is not yet complete. 

i reach between my legs again, gasping as my fingers tease the too-sensitive nub, and then i roll to my knees. i pass the cane across Sir's pussy, coating it in my cum, rolling it to be sure i've covered the entire surface. When it is completely covered, i carefully slide off the bed and carry it into the bathroom, where i hang it over the shower bar so it can dry with a minimum of smearing. Then i use a cool wet cloth to clean myself up. i wander back to the bedroom and redress, and then i settle down to wait for Sir, so He can inspect my work and pass judgment on my performance.    






    

Going Back for Seconds

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Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


Continuing from "Are Two Heads Better than One?"


N rolls over and stretches out a hand to grasp my foot. It's a gentle touch, a sweet gesture, and i smile in spite of myself. It's been long enough that my heart rate and breathing are back to normal, and yet if the truth be told, i'm a bit drowsy.

Sir shifts His position next to me, and i crane my neck to look at Him. He is watching me, and i wait to see what He will say. But He merely lifts a hand and brushes my hair out of my eyes. When He finally does speak, His voice is quiet.

"Are you ready to serve me, Kitten?" He asks. My brow furrows, and i frown a little, because really, aren't i already? Isn't that the reason i'm here in the first place? But Sir is still looking at me, so i answer with a "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He praises, then rolls to His back again, nudging me to the side so He can spread out in the middle of the bed. N has to scramble a bit, as well, to make room for Sir's feet. Sir tells me to get my lube, and then i understand - Sir intends to fuck His ass. He knows i expressed a wish not to, not in front of a guest, but apparently Sir has decided that He will. i close my eyes - my only protest - and slide off the bed to retrieve the lube from the bathroom. i can hear Sir speaking to N, but i can't make out what He's saying.

When i return with the lube, Sir tells me to suck His cock, so i drop the bottle at Sir's side and set to work, taking His softened cock into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue, sucking it. He swells again, blood flowing to fill His shaft, and i grip the base of His cock with my hand and pump Him as He hardens. When He feels ready, He tells me to apply the lube, and when He is well-coated, i straddle His cock in a reverse cowgirl position. N is watching us with interest, getting a bit excited, actually, if the twitching and swelling of his cock is any indication. 

It takes us several minutes to work Sir's cock inside me, as i haven't been stretched or prepared at all, and it burns and aches and damn well hurts. My moans and soft cries are more from pain than from pleasure, but at last, with some shifting on both of our parts, He slides all the way inside. i sit still, panting, my head bowed as my body adjusts to His cock forcing me open. Sir runs a hand down my spine, causing my back to arch, and that motion allows His cock to shift inside me, and then at last, it feels better, and i can finally relax. 

Sir starts to fuck His ass, holding my hips and thrusting up, pulling me down onto Him at the same time. I rest my hands on His legs and try to help, moving with Him, and now my moans are more from exertion and the occasional stab of pleasure. N is still watching us, obviously, and i'm pretty self-conscious about it, but Sir rightfully owns my attention, so i close my eyes and try to focus on Sir and not worry about what N is doing or seeing or thinking.

And then, of course, Sir addresses exactly what i'm thinking. He has an uncanny knack for that.

"N," He says, His voice breaking at times with His exertion, "are you enjoying sharing My pussy and My slut?"

What else can N say? Of course he says Yes, and his voice is breathy as well.

"Then you may touch her," He says, and i open my eyes and watch as N scoots across the bed, coming to kneel between Sir's feet. N's hand comes up to cup my breast, and he begins to play with the nipple. i find it kind of odd - me bouncing on Sir's cock while N fondles me; but then i reach out and take his cock in my hand, and the expression on his face as his eyes slide closed is delicious. i start to pump N's cock, letting it slide across my palm, and wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing, in turns. He leans down and takes one nipple between his teeth, and i arch my back, pressing my breast into his mouth.

Sir groans beneath me and pushes up more forcefully, and i can tell that He is getting close. i squirm a bit, shifting my position again, breaking away from N's hold. N follows me, lowering his mouth to my shoulder, and i shiver when his teeth scrape across my skin. i so love that. i run my fingers over N's balls, cupping them in my hand, then slide my hand to take his cock again. Sir's cock in His ass is sliding more freely, and it feels good now, finally. N's mouth on my shoulder makes me shiver, and his cock in my hand is heavy and hard and so smooth; he is thinner than Sir, but just as long, and he is moaning softly against my skin as i stroke him. 

N braces a hand on the bed and then his other hand strokes over my clit. i buck atop Sir and He groans. Then N slips a finger inside me - it's kind of a tight fit, what with Sir's cock in my ass, but it feels really good, and i buck again. Sir's hands grip my hips tightly and He thrusts up hard, His voice escaping on a long, drawn-out groan. i feel His cum filling my ass, and i writhe on Him, as N's fingers are driving me crazy and i'm about to cum, myself. i drop my head back and cry out as my muscles all contract and i go spiralling into bliss, shaking with the force of my climax. My hand tightens involuntarily on N's cock, and then he's cumming, too, his seed painting my stomach, dripping over my arm and hand and some of it lands on Sir's leg.

N pulls away from me and drops to his side, panting, his cock still oozing. i lift myself off of Sir's cock, grimacing a bit as His cock pulls free. i roll off him, coming to rest near His knee, then struggle to my hands and knees and move to clean off Sir's cock. i pull it into my mouth, licking and sucking, making sure i've gotten all of His essence, leaving His skin free of cum. When i'm sure i've gotten it all, i pull away and lie next to Sir. His chest is heaving, and i curl into His side, feeling the rapid rise and fall of His ribs against my back. i am panting, feeling boneless, wanting nothing more than to melt into the bed. Sir's body is solid and warm behind me, and N's hand has come to rest on my foot again, and i have to say, that right at this moment, i am sated and content.

 

Menage e Trois, Part deux

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Sir has tasked me with creating a series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



Sir has decided that He would like to invite His female guest  - "C" - back again, for another visit. i am not thrilled, exactly, but at least now i know what to expect, so i do not protest when Sir announces His intentions. We meet her in a hotel, like last time, and we arrive early to prepare. Sir has me dress differently this time, though still casually, in a green camisole and panties set. i like to lounge in this set, actually, so i'm comfortable wearing it. But my stomach is a twisted knot.

C arrives promptly and i let her in. We greet each other as she steps into the room, and i close the door behind her.  She has pulled her hair back into a ponytail today, and is clothed in simple black slacks and a pullover. As before, i lead her to a chair and help her out of her shoes, slacks, and panties. Sir tells me to strip her completely, so i remove her socks, top, and bra, as well. She shifts forward, to the edge of the seat, and as before, i kneel down, and lower my head to lick at her clit. She sighs and opens her knees, and i stroke her inner thigh with my hand while i tongue her. When i can taste her juices on my tongue, i slide one of my fingers inside her, and i feel her hips rock forward to welcome my finger.

Sir tells me to stop, then, and i carefully withdraw my finger and step away. i catch Sir's eye, and He tilts His head toward C, so i extend my hand and offer her my juice-coated finger. She pulls it into her mouth and sucks it clean, then lets it drop. Sir directs us to the bed, then, and picks up an under-the-mattress restraint system from the bedside table. i hurry to the opposite side of the bed to help Him position the restraints. When He is satisfied, He crooks His finger, and i round the bed and stand in front of Him. He grasps my chin in His hand, tilting my head up and kissing me. i know why He's doing it - He's establishing my position in front of C. It's a nice gesture, and i appreciate it.

"Strip, and then get on the bed, Kitten," He says, and the endearment is another attempt to reassure me. i peel off my clothes, climb on the bed and lie on my back, stretching my arms out to the sides. Sir buckles my wrist into the cuff, then tells C to do my other wrist. i am slightly nervous, as i'm not really sure where Sir is going with this, but i do enjoy being restrained, and i feel my body responding despite my reservations. Sir plants one hand on the bed to brace Himself, then leans over me, His other hand playing with one breast. He cups it, squeezes the soft flesh, rolls the nipple in His fingers, and finally bends down to take the peak into His mouth. His tongue is warm and wet, and i arch up into His mouth as a thrill of desire shudders through me. i am panting lightly and wishing i could touch Him, when He nips me and pulls away.

He tells C to join me on the bed and she obeys, settling on her knees between my feet and awaiting Sir's instructions. He tilts His head as He regards us, then seems to make up His mind. He tells C that she may feast on me, and my stomach twists again. i mean, hey, i love it when Sir does it, but no one else's tongue has been there ..... C's breath is warm against my skin as she lowers her head, and the first tentative swipe of her tongue has me tensing up. Her fingers were one thing, but this is something else entirely. i'm not at all sure i like this. i look up then, and Sir is there, watching, and i remember His promise to keep me safe, so i try to relax. It takes a while, though, before i can get past my self-consciousness and really allow myself to feel what C is doing.

Sir has been watching us this whole time, and when He sees me finally relax a little, He lifts a hand and begins stroking C's back. She hums against my clit, which catches me by surprise and pulls a groan from me. The mattress dips and shakes a bit as Sir finally climbs on the bed, positioning Himself behind C. i meet His eyes over C's head, and He seems to be enjoying the sight before Him - me bound by my wrists, my arms extended across the bed, C's face buried between my legs. He's going to fuck her now, and i can't help the stab of jealousy that spears me. i take no enjoyment in C's efforts, and when she gasps and then groans because Sir has entered her, i turn my head away.

He notices, of course - He seems to always notice - and commands me to look at Him. i am sure that my resentment shows on my face, because He frowns. 

"C", He says, and she lifts her head and looks at Him over Her shoulder. Her lips and chin gleam wetly.  "My Kitten does not seem to be enjoying herself," He says. "Use your fingers to help her along."

Well, shit. i recognize the warning in His words. Fuck. C resumes licking at me, and i feel her press two fingers inside me, probing and pumping and twisting a little. And yes, it's beginning to feel pleasant, i can admit that. Sir begins to fuck her - i can tell by her little cries and the way her body rocks above me, and the way the bed shakes beneath me. Her fingers are pushing in deep, finger fucking me, and i shift my hips a little. Sir tells me again to look at Him, and when i meet His eyes, He says, "You are Mine." Tears come to my eyes and slip down my cheeks, and with my hands bound, i can't reach to wipe them away. i close my eyes and turn my head, sniffling, and bite my lip.

C's moans grow louder and her body tenses, her fingers inside me faltering and then stopping completely as she grows close to climax.  Her mouth falls away from me, and her head bows, and i wince a little when her shriek pierces my ears. She shudders, and gasps, and her cry dwindles to a low moan, then dies away. Her arms shake with the strain of holding herself up, and i feel the bed shift as Sir pulls His cock out of her. He tells her she can lie down, and she crawls over my leg and collapses on the bed, panting softly. 

Sir moves between my legs, then, lifting my hips up a bit. He rams His cock into His pussy, harshly; it burns, and i moan from the discomfort. He commands me to open my eyes, and He stares at me while He snaps His hips forward and start to fuck me. He is not pleased with me, and He is punishing me, even as C lies next to us, coming down from the high of her orgasm. Sir's cock fucks His pussy, and i shudder beneath Him and pull my wrists against my bonds. His eyes burn into mine and i want so badly to look away, but i would be in even deeper trouble then, and i don't think i can afford that. My body grow tense, and i want to cum, but Sir tells me in no uncertain terms that i am not allowed. i writhe beneath Him as He pounds into me, biting my lip and tightening my muscles to stave off climax. i am panting with the effort and moaning, because i want to cum, and it hurts to be denied.

Sir shoves in deep, pulling my hips up and toward Him, and cums with a stifled groan, spilling Himself inside me. He holds me there for a long minute, His cock twitching through His climax, then He slowly lowers me down and lets go. He pulls out right away, when He's still hard, and i cry out in shock and disappointment at the loss. i'm trembling, and panting, and skating the edge of climax myself and wanting so, so much to fall over that edge. i press my knees and thighs tightly together and feel Sir's pussy throbbing with need, and i give a choked sob in frustration. 

Sir stretches out over my body to unbuckle my wrists and tells me to clean His cock. i scramble into position and pull Him into my mouth, sucking Him clean, licking His shaft, lapping up every trace of His release. When i finish i pull away, kneeling on the bed with my eyes downcast. i know that Sir will be addressing my actions at a future date, but for now, i wait quietly to see what Sir will have me - and His guest - do for Him next.

     

Earning My Stripes

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Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.




Sir sends me a text at work, telling me to go straight home and to change into an outfit with garters. i am free to choose which one, but i am to remain panty-less, and He does want me to wear my strappy fuck-me shoes. i am to place a bowl of ice cubes next to the bed, as well, and i am to wait on the bed for Sir to arrive.

Hmm. Sir obviously has a plan. 

When my work shift ends, i do as i am told.  i select a red-and-black teddy set and black stockings; the garter nicely frames Sir's tattoo. i retrieve the ice and place it on the bedside table, then tug on my shoes. i climb onto the bed, and wait. Sir arrives less than 10 minutes later, and enters the bedroom, carrying a long, relatively narrow box. He leans the box against the wall and orders me to sit on the edge of the bed. The spike heels of my shoes get tangled in the comforter, and i work to free them before swinging my legs off the bed. i sit there, my feet dangling, my heels bumping against the side rails. Sir comes and leans over me, His hand weaving into my hair, and He tilts my head back and kisses me, and quite thoroughly.

When the kiss ends i am slightly breathless. Sir lets go of my hair and pushes me back, so that i fall to my back. He plants my feet up on the bed, my knees sharply bent, so that my heels are digging into the edge of the mattress. In this position, His pussy is completely open to Him, and He drops to His knees beside the bed, wraps His hands around my hips, and buries His face into His property.

Now - have i mentioned that i absolutely love it when Sir eats me? His tongue is slick and wet, and hot, and oh, so talented.  He can make me cum in under a minute, if He chooses to, His mouth and teeth and tongue are magic, i swear. i would bronze His tongue and keep it forever, if that wouldn't absolutely ruin it.

Anyway - so Sir surprises me with His generous action, and almost before i know it, i am arching up and shrieking and cumming over His tongue, flooding His mouth, panting and trembling, and His pussy is almost too sensitive for Him to touch, but at the same time, i still want more, still crave more, still need more. Sir pulls away from me, and i whine in disappointment, but He merely laughs.

"So needy, Kitten," He says.

"Yes, Sir," i respond.

Sir tells me to follow Him, so i slide off the bed and walk on shaky legs to the foot of the bed. Sir has picked up the box, and holds it in front of Him. i can see now that one end has already been opened.

"Do you know what this is, Kitten?"  He asks. i shake my head. Instead of answering verbally, He turns the box on its end and shakes it until the contents slide out of the box and thump gently on the floor. He tells me to pick it up.

i reach down and retrieve a thin rattan cane. It is simple, yet strangely elegant, and i run my hands over it, feeling the satiny-smooth, golden finish gliding over my hands. i twirl it experimentally, then test it by gently bending it. It is pliable, not too stiff, but not so thin that it's too "whippy." i play with it for a minute or so, and then Sir takes it from me. There's a gleam in His eye that warns me i'm about to become intimately acquainted with this implement.

Sir commands me to place my hands on the footboard of the bed, bracing myself on it and leaning over. Once i'm situated, He flicks His wrist, and the cane connects with my bare ass with a soft 'crack.' i jump, because it stings - it's not exactly painful, but it definitely gets my attention. Sir hits me again, a sharper blow, and i flinch and gasp because this one really smarts. Sir strikes me twice more, each blow strong enough to leave a welt, and i grip the footboard and cry out with the pain. Sir is not being cruel, nor is He actually beating me; but this session is already becoming difficult for me to take.  

The next blow lands on my upper thigh; that one really hurts, and brings tears to my eyes. Damn.  Sir lands another strike, and i twist away, trying to avoid the cane. That's a mistake - and Sir is quick to correct me. He steps forward and grabs me by the hair, pulling me up to my toes and holding me there while He leans in so close we are nearly nose to nose.

"Who owns you?" He demands. He shakes His hand to emphasize His words, tugging my hair painfully, and bringing fresh tears to my eyes. "You do, Sir," i answer, my voice shaky with tears.

"Do I?" He says. "Are you My slut? My sub? My property?"

"Yes, Sir," i answer again. 
 
 "Then I can do with my property what I wish, correct?" He asks, and i can only swallow noisily and agree. Of course He can. 

He studies me for several long moments, then, seemingly satisfied, He releases my hair and steps back. Now i have a painfully tender scalp to go with my reddened, throbbing ass.

"Resume your position," He tells me. i grip the footboard again, lean over, and try to prepare myself.

He strikes my ass with the cane, crossing a welt He'd already placed there, and i flinch hard and cry out, but i don't move away. Instead, i suck in a deep breath and, with a shaky voice, say, "Thank you, Sir. May i have another?"

He complies with my request, and i shriek in pain, then repeat my question. We do this six times, the cane alternating between my ass and my legs. My whole bottom is on fire and throbbing, and it hurts so godddamn bad, and tears are streaming down my face and choking my voice when i speak. Sir lays one more stripe across my thighs, and i break. It's too much. i lay my head down on my arms and just sob. 

Sir steps beside me and lays a hand on my back, and i flinch violently. He leans down and murmurs, "You did well, Kitten."  i merely nod in response, still crying. God, this hurts so, so much. Sir takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom, where He runs a bath for me. As the tub fills, He gently helps me out of my outfit, unzipping my shoes and easing them off my feet, unclipping the stockings and tugging them down my legs, easing my teddy off. He helps me into the tub - oh, the water stings at first, and i can barely tolerate sitting down, but gradually i relax and let the warm water soothe my bottom. 

i soak in the tub for a good while, until the water cools. i wash my face, cleaning away the traces of my tears, and cleanse my body, then drain the tub and climb out. i am careful to merely pat my bottom gently with the towel, as i'm still very sore. i see that Sir has left a bottle of unscented lotion by the sink, so i apply that generously after i've dried off.  i dress in loose-fitting tap pants and a clean tank top, then wander out to the living room where Sir is. i sit down at His feet, gingerly, and lean my head against His knee. i'm feeling rather sleepy, truth be told, and i seek my comfort, as always, by being close to Sir.

 

comments are welcome, but please, be respectful of any other opinions expressed.


 
   

Are Two Heads Better than One?

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



Sir tells me that He wants to explore adding another third party to our playtime, but a male this time. Huh. i'm not wild about the idea - i like men, don't get me wrong, but i belong to Sir, and it's both odd and a bit disconcerting to think of being naked with any other man. i don't know about this.

But Sir always gets what He wants, and after talking with several potential candidates, Sir makes His choice, and we prepare to welcome another guest.

On the appointed day, Sir dresses me in a simple white tank top and silky white panties. It's understated, subtly sexy, and i feel comfortable and confident in it. i'm also wearing Sir's collar; it is a visible sign to all that i am Sir's property. Sir has gone out of His way to reassure me that He will not let me come to harm, and i hold on to that promise with both hands. When Sir's guest arrives, i am still nervous and feeling slightly queasy, but there's no going back now.

i open the door to admit our guest - whom i will call N - and step back, allowing him to enter. Sir is waiting a few steps back, directly facing the door, and immediately takes charge. Just like with Sir's female guest, it is my job to make N comfortable, to relax him, to make him feel welcome. Sir invites N to have a seat on the couch, and i kneel between his feet. i'm not kneeling to be subservient to N; i am sub to no one but Sir. i kneel now only to better carry out my current task. N is tense, but trying hard not to show it. i give him a quiet smile, and reach to unbutton his shirt.

Now, you have to understand, that i love to unbutton a man's dress shirt, revealing his chest a little at a time as each button slips free. So i genuinely enjoy this part of my task. And that little devilish part of me likes to tease as i work, so i run my fingertips over N's exposed skin as i reveal it. When i trace over his abs, he shivers, and i have to duck my head to hide my grin. When his shirt is completely open, i run my hands over his chest, up and over his shoulders, and down across his stomach. My light, teasing touch makes his abdominal muscles contract, and he sucks in a quick breath.

i undo his belt buckle, then the button of his slacks, and slowly slide the zipper down. Folding back the fabric, i open the fly wide and brush my fingers over N's boxers-covered cock. It's soft, of course, but twitches under my fingers, and i stroke it again, then a third time, and it springs up and presses against the fabric of his boxers. i hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tug, and he braces his hands on the couch and lifts his hips, allowing me to pull off his slacks and boxers together. i get to my feet and carefully lay the slacks neatly over the arm of the couch, then kneel between his feet once more.  i bend my head and pull N's cock into my mouth, tasting him for the first time. Hmm. Different than Sir, but similar, too. i suck N for a minute or so, long enough that he hardens, but not painfully so. 

Sir commands me to stop, then, and i pull my mouth away and get back to my feet. Then Sir directs us down the hall to the bedroom. i go first, followed by N, and Sir right behind. i stop by the side of the bed, waiting for Sir to tell me what He would have me do. Sir directs N to step behind me, and i feel N's arms wrap around me. N's mouth begins nuzzling my neck and shoulder, his hands splayed across my stomach. It's nice, sure, but it isn't Sir, and i feel weird and awkward, holding myself stiffly. i meet Sir's eyes and He nods, and i make an effort to relax. Sir comes to stand in front of me then, tilting my head back and leaning down to kiss me. His hand comes up between my legs and strokes over my clit, fingering me through my panties, and i feel my muscles loosening, the tension in my body melting away.

Sir steps away, but N is pressed up tight to my back; i can feel his cock pressing against me as he continues to lip at my neck. He finds that certain spot, the one that always makes my knees go weak, and i shiver and lean back into him. Sir pulls off His shirt, and i break away from N's hold to help Sir undo His pants and shed His boxers and socks. Sir climbs up on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and getting comfortable. When He is settled, He tells me to strip, then come suck His cock. i hastily throw off my clothing, clamber up on the bed and settle between His knees, leaning forward to take Him into my mouth. i begin to suck Him, feeling His cock swelling against my tongue, tasting the salty tang and flavor that is unique to Sir.

i hear Sir tell N that He is willing to share His pussy with N, and then the bed dips as N climbs up to join us. N positions himself behind me, and i shift my knees wider, bracing myself on one hand, so i can fondle Sir's balls with the other. N's hand touches my inner thigh and i jump; even though i knew he was there, i was startled by his touch. N's fingers start pressing into Sir's pussy, working to lube me up, preparing me for his cock. It's a little odd to me, because with Sir, i'm usually dripping. Anyway, Sir's cock in my mouth give me plenty to focus on, and i accidentally take Him deep and gag myself. Sir likes it, though, and grabs my head, pushing me down to choke on Him again. He releases me and i suck Him harder, His cock hot and hard and heavy on my tongue.

N's fingers suddenly push in deep and twist, and i buck on his fingers and moan around Sir's cock. That felt damn good, and when N does it again, i rock my hips, trying to ride his fingers. He pulls his hand away and then i feel a pressure, a probing, and with a slight shift in my position, N's cock slides right inside me. He fits different from Sir, obviously, but then he does this little twisting, stirring motion and i arch my back and rock back against him.

N starts to fuck me in earnest, grabbing my hips and pumping hard, and he pushes me forward with each thrust, forcing Sir's cock into my mouth, choking and gagging me, and one particularly energetic thrust forces Sir's cock deep enough that it actually hurts, and i retch, coming dangerously close to vomiting. Sir commands N to stop, giving me a few moments to recover, and when He give N permission to resume, Sir is careful to keep me from choking so hard again.

After a minute or two we find a rhythm that works for us, and i am completely consumed from both ends; Sir's cock in my mouth is deliciously hard and feels so good across my tongue, while N's cock in Sir's pussy is driving me wild. Sir reaches under my body and grabs a breast, cupping and squeezing, playing with the nipple, flicking it with his fingertips and then pinching it. i cry out, though the sound is muffled by Sir's cock, and arch my back. All i can hear is our passion, sounding out in N's panting groans, and Sir's deep sighs, and my own cries and moans. N stiffens behind me, bends over my back and thrusts in deep, shuddering through his climax. i feel his cum inside me, filling me and splashing out to trickle down my thighs. Sir pinches my nipple again and tells me to cum, and i drop my head back and release Sir's cock as i succumb to my own orgasm, my body bucking, my voice a quiet wail as my muscles lock up. Sir groans and cums, painting my chest and chin with His seed, leaving me covered in His essence. My arms are shaking - my whole body is shaking, and when N pulls his softened cock free, i clamber over Sir's leg to collapse at His side. i run my fingers through His cum on my body, scooping it up on my fingers and eating it. My arms are so tired, and my fingers tremble when i lift them to my lips. Sir watches me, a soft smile on His face, and i couldn't care less about the naked, spent man at the foot of the bed.







   

Scrub-a-dub-dub

--- explicit sexual situations ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


Continuing from "Bangarang" --


Sir tells me to head into the bathroom and get into the tub. Note that He did not tell me to run a bath, nor to start the shower, but merely to get into the tub. i climb over the edge and kneel in the empty tub, feeling the residual melted ice water and my own juices running down my leg to the porcelain. The (thankfully dry) bottom of the tub is cold, and i shiver. Sir follows shortly after and leans against the door frame, looking at me.

"How are you, Kitten?" He asks.

"i am well, Sir; thank you," i reply. The bruise on my ass is throbbing faintly, and the new bite-bruise on my thigh is quite sore, actually; Sir's pussy is stretched and sore, but all things considered, i feel very good, indeed.

"I'm glad to hear that," Sir says, and He comes into the bathroom, stopping at the edge of the tub. i have to tilt my head back and look up a long way to meet His eyes.

"Would you like a shower?" He asks. 

"Yes, Sir," i reply.

Sir leans down so that we are nearly face to face.  "No, Kitten - do you want a SHOWER?" 

Oh. OH. Now i get it - a golden shower. i am intrigued - Sir has not done this with me yet. 

"i would like that very much, Sir." i tell Him. 

"I am inclined to give you what you want," He tells me. He straightens up and places one foot up on the edge of the tub. i watch as He grasps the base of His cock in one hand and aims. Then i close my eyes, open my mouth, and wait.

A few moments later i feel a wet warmth hit my shoulder. Sir must correct His aim, because i feel a stream cross my neck, and then it fills my mouth and overflows down my chin, down my chest. i swallow with my mouth still open, and my mouth keeps refilling even as i keep swallowing. It tastes like - well, i don't rightly know what it tastes like, exactly. i'm actually trying not to think too hard about what it is that i'm swallowing. It is very warm, obviously, slightly bitter, not horrible, but not exactly wonderful, either. 

The flow becomes a trickle, then stops altogether. i swallow the last of the fluid in my mouth and open my eyes. Sir is watching me, gauging my reaction, perhaps. i have to admit - i liked it. i'm not exactly turned on by it, but i am pretty sure Sir wanted me to do this, and i liked it well enough. i would definitely do this again. Just then my stomach lurches a little. Well, OK, perhaps not every day.

"Thank you, Sir," i say, and Sir smiles. He tells me to turn on the shower and wash myself, then call Him when i am clean. i hurry to obey, working shampoo through my hair, applying conditioner, scrubbing my skin with my mango-scented body wash, and rinsing my hair. i pull the shower curtain aside long enough to call to Sir. He comes back into the bathroom, and i step to the side, giving Him room to enter the tub with me. 

He is so tall i cannot reach His head, so He washes His hair Himself, then turns His back to me. i lather up the soap and begin cleansing Him, stretching up on my tip-toes to clean His shoulders and upper back. i work my way down His back, the curve of His spine, over both ass cheeks (and who could blame me if i spend more time than strictly necessary caressing His ass?), then bending to one knee to do both legs. He turns, and i repeat the process, shoulders, chest, arms, stomach, legs, kneeling in the tub to reach His feet. Then i reach up to clean Sir's cock - i have saved the best for last. 

i smooth the lather over Sir's cock, allowing it to slip and slide in my hands. i caress His length under the guise of cleaning it, encircling it with first one hand, then the other, stroking it. Sir's cock swells in my hands, growing harder, longer, thicker, filling with blood and darkening as i play. When Sir pulls away, i frown, but do not dare protest. Sir turns to face the spray of water, rinsing all the soap off, then turns back to face me. His cock is jutting out nearly at mouth-level, so i take the hint and open my lips. 

He tastes like soap, of course, and of salt and tang and Sir. He's already too large for me to take, so i grip the base of His cock and pump while i suck Him. Sir braces one hand on the shower wall, and the other comes to rest on my head. The fingers atop my skull alternately flex and relax, sometimes tangling in my wet hair, sometimes smoothing it. His head is bowed, and sheets of water fall from his shoulder and splash down on my knee. 

i keep sucking Him, hoping to bring Him release, and Sir allows it. He starts to thrust into my mouth, little shallow movements that nonetheless threaten to choke me. i do my best to match His rhythm, working with Him to bring Him to climax. My jaw begins to ache, and then locks, but still i bob my head and suck Him, pumping my hand faster, squeezing a bit tighter. He exhales on a groan and shoves His hips forward, spilling Himself into my mouth. i swallow repeatedly, wanting to catch it all. And even though the shower is still running, it's my job to clean Him, so i take my time and am careful to do a thorough job, licking and suckling His cock to make sure i've not missed any.

Sir pulls away then, and turns off the water. My hair is dripping in my eyes, and i use both hands to wring the water from my locks. Sir opens the shower curtain, and the rush of cooler air as it meets my wet skin makes me shiver. We towel off and leave the bathroom, and i rummage through my dresser for a plain white wife-beater and silky white panties - very comfortable, and one of Sir's favorite outfits. Plus it shows off my new bruise quite nicely, and i can look at it to my heart's content.  





  

Third Time's the Charm?

--- explicit sexual situations ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.

Picking up from "Three's Company" --


Sir pulls back a bit farther, allowing me to roll over and then into a sitting position. Sir's guest sits up, as well. She and i are both panting a bit, due to our quite recent O's - that really gets the heart pumping. She runs a hand through her blonde locks, sweeping it out of her face. Perversely, i leave my own tangles alone, merely shaking my head to move the hair out of my eyes. 

Sir tells us what He wants from us, and we move out of His way. i exit the bed entirely, while she just scoots to the far edge. He positions Himself on His hands and knees near the edge of the bed, near where i am standing, waiting. The lower half of His calves hang over the edge, while His head is toward the center of the mattress. When He is settled, His guest and i take our places; she crawls around the head of the bed and lies on her side, her head under His body, so she can suck His cock, and i kneel behind Him at the side of the bed, sitting up tall on my knees to better reach my goal. 

i lay one hand inside Sir's thigh and stroke His skin, teasing Him a bit, my fingers trailing up toward His cock but not touching it. i cup His sac briefly, holding its heavy weight in my palm, then let it slide off my hand. i go back to stroking His thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin, reveling in being allowed to touch Him in this way. i lean in and bring my tongue to touch Him, and His guest takes His cock into her mouth. At least, i assume she does, from the way Sir sucks in a quick breath. From here on out, though, what she does or doesn't do isn't my problem. i have my own assignment.

i use both hands to cup Sir's ass cheeks and spread them open, allowing me to reach His hole with my tongue. i use the tip of my tongue to circle His hole, and i feel Him shudder. i'd like to think i did that. 

i pull back slightly, enough that i can pull a bit of skin into my mouth. i don't bite, don't even nip; i just want to feel His skin between my teeth. i slide my hands down Sir's legs, feeling the muscles under the skin, the wiry hairs tickling my fingertips. i move my mouth to another area and again, pull a small bit of skin between my teeth. i have not been told to do this, exactly; i'm taking a bit of latitude with my instructions. It's something i want to do, for myself, so i do.  

But i don't push my luck. After 3 or 4 small mouthfuls, i again spread His cheeks and tongue His hole, furling the tip of my tongue to poke just inside that ring of muscle. i hear Sir's guest shifting her body slightly - i assume it's so she gets a better angle to suck Him. Again, it's not my problem. i focus my attention on tongue-fucking Sir's hole, stabbing my tongue inside Him and pulling it out again, over and over and over. i can't resist cupping His balls with one hand, though. i love to feel them, all heavy in my hand.

Sir makes a kind of groaning sound, and i press my tongue in deeper this time, my head bobbing as i push forward and then pull back;  my tongue is growing fatigued. It's funny, but you never really think of your tongue as getting tired. But let me tell you, it does. And my knees are aching from kneeling in one position for so long. Still, i can't give in, can't stop, and i keep going as best as i can. At last i feel Sir tensing, and i know He's getting close. He gives a groaning sigh and rocks a bit forward, then groans again. He pulls away from me far enough that i can no longer reach Him from on my knees, and i roll to my hip and stretch out my legs. Sir's guest rolls out from under Him and He eases to His side on the bed, then call to me to come to Him. 

i climb on the bed to face Him, and He tells me i am to clean Him off. i lower my head and pull His still-half-hard cock into my mouth, sucking Him clean, lapping up His essence, being careful to get every drop. When i finish, i glance at His guest and see a tiny dribble of Sir's cum at the corner of her mouth. i lean over and lick it from her skin, and it is definitely a lick, and not any kind of kiss. Sir must have seen, because He murmurs, "Good girl," and rests His hand on my calf. i cannot help the rush of warmth i feel at His action; i am confident that i have pleased Him, and that makes me happy.  

Bangarang

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.


Continuing from "Sofa, So Good"


i hear Sir's footsteps as He walks down the hall to the bedroom.  i've been waiting on the bed, as instructed, for about 10 minutes. The pain from the spanks Sir had administered has faded some, but it still stings, and is sore enough that i wince when i shift my position on the bed and accidentally bump the bruised area. The rest of me is pleasantly tired, tingly, Sir's well-used pussy a bit sore, but in a good way.

Sir comes to a stop in the doorway and orders me to assume Position 4. The bed is a much more comfortable surface for this position, but as i hold my ass cheeks open, i am careful to avoid the bruise. i hear Sir come fully into the room and there are two or three small thumps on the nightstand. A dresser drawer opens, then closes, and i cannot see what Sir is doing. i hear Him walking around a bit, and then the edge of the mattress dips, but i still cannot see anything. i think perhaps He is inspecting the damage, so to speak, but after a few moments He moves from the bed.

"You may relax, Kitten," He says, and i pull my knees under me and roll to a seated position. Now i can see that there is a bowl of ice, a candle, and a book of matches on the nightstand. In Sir's hand is the under-the-mattress restraint He bought for me a year or so ago. i really enjoy being bound, so the sight of that restraint excites me. And Sir knows it.

i hop off the bed and help Sir place the restraint under the mattress. He takes the time to make sure it is placed exactly as He wants it, then He directs me to lie down. i comply immediately, and stretch out my arms and legs into place. i watch as Sir buckles my wrist into the restraint, moving around the bed to bind each ankle and my other wrist in turn. Sir then surprises me by producing a blindfold, the kind with an elastic strap, and i close my eyes as He slips the blindfold into place. 

i hear a scratch and a hiss, and smell the tang of sulfur as Sir strikes a match. i'm sure He's lit the candle. The mattress next to me dips down as Sir sits on the bed beside me, and i hear the clink and slide of ice cubes against the side of the bowl. The next thing i experience is a shock of cold, as Sir places an ice cube square on my nipple. He rubs the ice in circles over my entire breast, and i feel icy water trickling over my skin as my body heat and the heat of Sir's fingers melts the ice. Sir leaves the partially-melted cube sitting in the middle of my chest, and retrieves another cube, which He rubs over the opposite breast and nipple. i shiver from the cold, but oddly enough, it turns me on. Sir sets the remains of the second ice cube on my stomach and leaves it to melt on my skin. It feels to me that the first cube has melted by now, though honestly, my skin in numb and i can't really feel that spot anymore. 

Sir selects another ice cube, but this one He slips inside His pussy. It begins to melt immediately, icy water trickling out and sliding down to pool beneath my ass. He adds in a second cube, then a third, and it's feeling really cold now. i squirm when He pushes in the fourth cube, because damn, it is COLD, and it feels like all my insides are freezing. The cubes don't melt nearly as fast now, either, and that makes the intense cold feeling last longer. When Sir shoves in the fifth cube, i shudder and whine, because there's not a whole lot of room in there, and it stretches and hurts a bit. Sir really has to work to get the sixth cube in, and i rock my hips and groan because this one hurts more. i bite my lip, shivering, and pull at my bonds, trying futilely to twist or scoot away, to relieve the painful deep inner ache the ice cubes are causing.

Sir places the bowl back on the nightstand; i can hear the thump as He sets it down. Now i know what's coming next - the hot wax, of course - but i tense up in anticipation anyway. i have no idea where Sir is going to start, and the uncertainty keeps me on edge. Sir's pussy still aches with cold, and the growing puddle beneath me is cold and uncomfortable. 

The first searing splash of hot wax drips directly onto Sir's pussy; i jump and hiss at the sting, superimposed on the chilled skin. It feels hotter than normal, i think, due to the contrast, and i moan in discomfort. The second splash covers His clit and drips down over His pussy again. It is so, so hot, and i struggle against my ankle bonds. A third splash of heat lands on one of my nipples, and the sensitive skin feels a burn, a strong uncomfortable sting that actually feels hotter than it is. My heart is racing and i'm panting lightly. When the fourth splash of wax hits my chest, i arch up into it, moaning my excitement. Because yes, this turns me on even more, and i'm feeling needy, despite the chill deep inside me and the stinging of the wax. 

Sir sets down the candle and takes the bare, non-wax-covered nipple in His fingers, rolling and tweaking it. i arch up into His hand, panting, and He suddenly pinches it, hard. i squeak at the unexpected flare of pain and tug at my wrist bonds. He pinches it again and i flinch, but my moan this time is more from desire than from pain, and Sir knows it. He reaches down and shoves two fingers into His pussy, checking how wet i am.

"My God, you're soaking," He says, and thrusts His fingers. i'm still a little sore from earlier, and still feel the cold, but His fingers feel good as they move inside me, and the flow of juices is quickly warming things up just fine. Sir pumps His fingers for a minute or two, and i thrash against my bonds, trying to ease the deep pressure. It feels good, yes, but it's almost too much, bordering on painful and so my body's instinct is to get away. Being bound as i am, i have no choice but to lie there and take it, but it doesn't stop my body's reaction. i'm alternating between moaning and whining, as the pressure builds and i writhe beneath Sir's hand. 

Then Sir's thumb brushes over His clit, once, twice, a third time, and i throw my head back, arch my back, and cum, hard. My muscles all tense and i can't even cry out, just whimper and hang on. Sir's fingers are squeezed and He has difficulty moving them. When my climax eases, i melt back into the bed, my head falling to the side as my muscles all loosen. Sir pulls His fingers free and i whine at their loss. He removes my blindfold, and i blink repeatedly as my eyes adjust to the light again. He works His was around the bed, loosening each restraint, and i rub at my wrists to get the circulation flowing again. Then He does something unexpected - He props one knee on the bed and leans down, then bites my inner thigh, hard. i do cry out then, as damn it, that HURTS, but He holds on long enough that i know i will sport a nice big bruise. When He pulls away, i'm blinking back tears, but i meet His gaze and say "Thank you, Sir," for the gift of His mark. i have two bruises now, both given by Him, and it may seem weird or crazy, but i like the physical, tangible reminder of our time together, so i am grateful for them.






  

Three's Company

--- explicit sexual situations ---



Picking up where we left off in "He Said, She Said, She Said" ----


Sir allows me to rest for a while, recovering from the exertion He's just put me through. i lie cuddled into Sir's side, His chosen guest curled up on my opposite side, but not touching me. Her breathing has evened out and she is breathing heavily as she dozes. i'm feeling a bit sleepy, myself, but i force myself to stay awake and enjoy relaxing next to Sir. He allows us to rest for about a half hour, i'd say, and then He reaches over me to shake her awake. She blinks up at Him, then sits up, yawning. Sir tells me to move off the bed, and He directs Her to lie down near the center of the bed. When she has settled, He turns to me.

"Go explore, Kitten, " He says. Gulp. i am SO not wanting to do this. But Sir has spoken....... i glance at her, and she gives a small smile.

i climb onto the bed and promptly grimace, as my knee has landed in a cold, wet spot. Ugh. i slide over a bit, out of the wet, ending up sitting kind of side-saddle next to her side. i place my hand on the front of her calf - a very safe, non-threatening start. i slide my hand up her leg; it's smooth, hair-free, and it feels odd to me, as i'm used to Sir's wiry hair. i reach her hip, bypassing her pussy for now, and continue up her side, over her ribs. Then i cross her chest and let my fingertips glide over her nipple. i feel it pebbling, rising, and i do it again, watching with detached fascination as her back arches and her nipple stiffens. i pull my hand back to her other nipple and repeat the process, so that the second nipple peaks, as well.

And then, since Sir is watching, and i know He wants me to, i bend down, and pull her nipple into my mouth. i flick it with my tongue, then suckle it, and she squirms below me and lets out a quiet hmmmm of appreciation. i tease her nipple, then nip at it, and she sucks in a breath and groans. i pull my mouth away and blow a puff of air across her wet peak, then pull it back into my mouth. At the same time, my hand snakes down over her stomach and my fingers come to rest on her mound. i slip my middle finger down over her clit and start rubbing small circles on it, pressing firmly but not too hard. She gives a quiet cry and opens her legs, and i dip my finger down farther to test how wet she is. There's some moisture there, but not a whole lot, and i go back to rubbing her clit. She moans and shifts, and i lift my head from her breast and scoot down the bed. With my hand, i push at her thigh, forcing her to open wider, and i bend my head and lick at her clit. She bucks up into my mouth and i'm sure i can taste her juices now, so i test her pussy with my fingers again. Yes, she's wetter now, slick enough that i feel confident i can insert a couple of fingers without hurting her.

i slowly press two fingers inside her,  a little forward thrust, then pulling back, then a little bit deeper thrust, and pulling back again. After 4 or 5 times, my fingers slip all the way inside, and she moans again, and her hips rise off the mattress. i start to finger-fuck her, but then Sir growls and tells me to stop. At first i think i've done something wrong, but Sir's eyes are bright, and then i understand that i've done well, indeed. Sir flips me to my back and has His guest kneel at my right side, slightly turned away so that i can continue to play with her pussy. She's slick and hot, and my fingers glide inside her so easily. 

She bends down, then takes my nipple into her mouth, and i gasp when she nips me. My fingers are inside her, moving, pushing and retreating, and she moves with me, riding my fingers. Sir joins us on the bed and then - oh, yes! - He buries His face between my legs, licking at me, dragging His tongue over His property. My head is spinning, i love it when Sir eats me, it's just about my favorite thing. i'm not going to last long, not with both of them working at me. She starts to whine, and loses interest in suckling at my breast. i can feel her inner muscles starting to contract, and then my mind is blown by Sir and His amazing tongue. My focus narrows down to where i am aware of only Him, only His mouth, only His property, and i cum with a loud cry, flooding His mouth with my juices, writhing on the mattress. Sir's guest climaxes, too, her juices running down my hand and coating my wrist. She leans away and i pull my fingers out of her, so she can lie down. Sir is still licking at me, and i give myself over to another orgasm, bucking up into Sir's mouth, coating His tongue. 

i come back to earth, slowly, my chest heaving and my heart thundering. Sir sits back and looks at me, and i force my mouth to form words.

"Thank you, Sir," i say, and if my voice is weak and breathy, well, Sir will understand. 

Sofa, So Good

--- explicit sexual content ---


Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.




Sir has left strict instructions for His sub whilst He is away - she is to keep His pussy clean-shaven and well-kept, and she is not allowed to play with, finger or otherwise stimulate His property; nor is she allowed, at any cost, to cum without His express permission. And upon His return, she is to be ready to serve Him.

It seems like a very long time to me, but at last the day of Sir's return has arrived. Sir's pussy is shaved and smooth, and i have missed Sir quite a lot. Sir's pussy has missed Him, too, and is already moist just thinking about His return. i have dressed carefully, as per His instructions, and when the door opens and He steps inside, i am waiting.

i keep my eyes trained on the floor and listen as He walks to where i am kneeling. i have assumed Position 1 - knees are shoulder-width apart, my hands palms-up on my knees, my head bowed. The open weave of my crotchless body stocking digs into my knees as i kneel there, and Sir's token glints where it circles my neck. i breathe shallowly, waiting for Him to pass judgment. Sir circles me, looking me over, and stops in front of me - i can see His feet and lower legs with my eyes cast down.

Sir grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back, and back, so that my throat is taut and i am looking straight up at the ceiling. i can just see Him from the corner of my eye. He holds my head there, tugging almost painfully on my hair, but other than swallowing loudly, i am silent.

"Are you ready for me, Kitten?" He asks. "Yes, Sir," i reply.

He tugs at my hair again. "No, I mean, are you READY for me?" He asks again. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Sir, it is," i respond, and He releases my hair.

"Position 2," He commands, and i sit up tall on my knees, my hands laced behind my head, my eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. "Recite," He says, and i repeat my daily devotion for Him. When i finish, He walks to the couch and takes a seat, pulling one leg up on the cushions, and looks at me. He is quiet for several seconds, watching me as i kneel in position. Then - "Position 4," He says, and i swivel around on my knees so that my back is to Him. i open my knees and lower my upper body, so that my cheek rests on the floor, then reach my hands behind me to spread my ass cheeks open. And then, again, i wait.

"You remembered," He says to me. "Of course, Sir," i say.

Sir leaves me there, half-lying on the floor, in silence. My neck begins to ache where it's awkwardly mashed against the floor, and my leg muscles are feeling heavy and tired. i close my eyes and work on regulating my breathing, nice, slow, even breaths. Then i hear Sir's voice.

"Come here," He says, and i push myself off the floor and crawl over to the couch. i kneel next to His foot, and meet His eyes. "I think it would be a very good idea for you to suck My cock," He says. i work to pull off His pants and shorts, dropping them to the floor beside me, then i dive in and pull His cock into my mouth. He is half-hard, so i am able to take all of Him. One of my hands rests on His thigh, the other is flat on His stomach, and my tongue is tracing His length, tasting Him, swirling around Him. i feel Him grow harder, filling out, swelling and lengthening, and it's harder for me to suck Him. 

He places His hand on the back of my head, pushing me to take Him into my throat, and i try, i really do - but i gag and choke and my stomach contracts and i have to pull off before i vomit. i take a deep breath and swallow, then dive back in, pulling Him into my mouth again and resuming sucking Him. i pull my hand from His thigh and cup His sac, fondling His heavy balls, liking the feel of His smooth skin sliding across my hand. After several minutes my jaw is so tired, my mouth locked into one position, and the ache in my jaw is starting to really bother me. 

Sir takes pity on me, i think, because He grabs my hair and pulls me off His cock. When i meet His eyes, He says, "Position 3." I scramble to my feet - wobbling on legs that are half-asleep - and stand at attention in front of the couch, my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands clasped behind my back. Sir sits up on the couch and takes one nipple between His fingers, rolling and tweaking and pinching it, teasing it to a stiff peak which pokes out through the open weave of my body suit. A particularly painful twist has me sucking in my breath and yelping. He leans forward and takes it into His mouth, sucking that peak, and i feel myself getting wet. Sir's fingers steal between my legs and i shift my feet farther apart, allowing Him better access. He draws a finger across His pussy, testing it, and then rubs the clit forcefully, causing my body to buck and then buckle, and He snaps at me to stand up.    

i'm trying, i really am, but my body betrays me by bending forward to try and escape those relentless digits. Sir spins me around and smacks my ass, hard, as punishment, then sets me on my feet again. i blink tears from my eyes as His fingers delve back into His pussy and begin finger-fucking me. It is difficult to keep my feet, i tell you, with His hand pushing so hard at me and my body trying to bend, and my balance is off anyway, with my hands held behind my back. i stumble over my feet, half-falling to one side, and instinctively grab at Sir's arm to catch myself. Now i've done it. Sir spins me around again and pushes me forward, so that i fall to the couch, bracing my arms on the cushions, my ass in the air. And Sir spanks me, twice, two harsh blows that rock my body forward and pull two sharp cries of pain from me. My ass is throbbing where He's struck me, and there are definitely a few tears this time. 

Sir tells me to kneel on the couch, and i perch my knees on the edge of the cushion and position myself with my arms crossed atop the back of the couch. i am sniffling, both because my ass really hurts, and because my nose is stuffy. Sir's hand smooths up over my spine, and i jump when He touches me. He tells me to rest my head on my arms, and i comply, turning my face to the side. i feel Him plant one foot on the couch near my knee, and He bends over my back, His teeth nipping at my shoulder. i sigh and relax, then, and i feel His cock nudging at my entrance, seeking to push into His pussy. It's a kind of awkward angle, as Sir is so tall, and i shift my knees to try to help. After a bit of trial and error, i end up on my feet, but crouching, and that works. Sir's cock presses deep inside me, filling me, and it feels so, so good. Mmm. 

Sir begins to fuck His pussy, slamming in deep and pulling out, only to slam back in again. My body is rocking and i'm gasping with His thrusts, pushing back to meet Him. i'm so wet now that i can hear it when He fucks His pussy, feel those juices dripping out and trickling down my leg. And i'm close, so close, just a bit more now, and then Sir tells me i'm not allowed to cum. What?? 

i bite my lip and try to stave off my climax, but it's a near thing. And then Sir is talking in my ear - "Who owns you? Whose slut are you? Who owns this pussy?"  His words are nearly chanted, and in between my gasps and cries i choke out the answers He wants, that He is Sir and that He owns it all, all of me, and no one else can have me. That seems to satisfy Him, because He orders me to cum, NOW, and in just another moment or two, i do. My muscles clench and lock up, my hands dig into the back of the couch, my legs are trembling, and my voice is a long, drawn-out cry. Sir follows me a minute or so later, forcing His cock in deep, and i feel His cum spilling inside me. When He relaxes and pulls out of me, i drop to the couch, panting harshly and shaking. Sir half-falls to sit on the couch, and as soon as i can move i slide off the couch to kneel between His feet. i wince when my bruised ass touches my heel, and adjust my position to avoid sitting on the bruised area. i take His cock into my mouth and suck Him clean, clearing off all traces of His cum and my own juices. 

When i'm finished, i drop my head to rest on Sir's leg, still panting and trying to slow my breathing. Sir cards His fingers through my hair for several moments, then tugs my hair, so that i raise my eyes to His. "Go get on the bed," He tells me, and i drag myself to my feet. i have to adjust my body stocking, as it has twisted and sagged a bit during our couch session, then i stagger down the hall on shaky legs to the bedroom. i climb on the bed, resting on my side, and await my Sir. i can't wait to find out what else He has in store for me. 













    





 

He Said, She Said, She Said

--- explicit sexual situations ---

Sir has tasked me with creating a week-long series of stories/scenarios about sexual situations. Some will be drawn from past events, some will be things i'd like to have happen, and some will be pure fiction, spun from my imagination and best left there. LOL.



i'm lounging drowsily on the small couch in the hotel suite. Sir and i have been here for a night and part of a day thus far, and quite frankly, i'm a bit tired. Sir announced this morning that He has made plans for us for later this afternoon, and i'm pretty sure i know what His plans entail. i'm not crazy about the idea - in fact, i'm apprehensive and very nervous - but Sir has spoken, and so it will be. i must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next thing i know, Sir is shaking my shoulder. i curl up my legs, making room for Him to sit. He perches sideways on the couch, one leg tucked under Him, and places His hand on my thigh.

"You need to remember," He begins, "that this is not about replacing you. This is something I want, something for us to share.  I am right here; you are not alone; and I will not allow you to come to harm."

i nod weakly and whisper, "Yes, Sir," but it takes me two tries to swallow the huge lump in my throat. Sir tells me to go get ready, and i leave the couch and cross into the bedroom. i take a quick shower and brush my teeth, then don a white wife-beater and plain white silky panties. Sir's tattoo, placed so prominently on His pussy, shows faintly through the material. God, i'm nervous. My hands are trembling.  i hear a knock at the door, and i hear Sir go to answer. i start hyper-ventilating, and i cannot stop shaking. Shit! This is going to happen. i have to pull it together. But i don't like it.

Sir calls me to come into the main room, and i swallow hard and obey. My first glimpse of Sir's chosen playmate shows me a lovely woman, several years younger than me,  but she seems to have a similar body type. Her blonde hair tumbles to her shoulders, and she is smartly dressed in a pale pink blouse and crisp navy slacks. Her smile is tentative, so i think perhaps she is nervous also. Sir introduces us, and i know what i have to do - i have to assume the role Sir has assigned for me for today. So i force a tiny little smile to my lips, hold out my hand, and ask her to come with me, please.

i lead her by the hand to a straight-backed chair, and ask her to stand in front of it. i start to unbutton her blouse, but my hands are still trembling, and i fumble with the first button. Her hand comes up and covers mine, and i become still. She says to me, very quietly, "It's all right. Relax. It's OK." And oddly, that does seem to help. i'm able to undo all the buttons without mishap, leaving her shirt on but open. A few seconds later, i have her slacks undone and pushed down to her knees. i ask her to please sit down, then, and i kneel in front of her, lifting each foot in turn to slip her slacks off, as well as each navy pump and knee-high stockings. i am careful to fold her slacks nicely, though - no point in having them wrinkle, right? 

i place my hands on her waist and gently tug her forward. She gets my idea, and scoots forward on the chair until her bottom is perched on the front edge. i tug at her panties, and she lifts her hips so i can pull them completely off. She is clean-shaven and smooth, and unmarked. i do what Sir has instructed me - i bend my head and dart my tongue out to lick at her clit. She gasps when my tongue makes contact, and i feel her tense. i lick her again, and a third time, and now i feel her begin to relax. Her hands rest on the arms of the chair, but i swear i can feel her watching me, so i keep my eyes averted. i bring one hand to touch the inside of her thigh, stroking her skin while i lick her, and she sighs and opens her knees.

Sir tells me to stop, then, and i stand up and move away from the chair. He comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder, bending down to tell me He is pleased with me thus far, then He moves to help her up from the chair and directs her to the bedroom. i follow, and Sir is right behind me. Sir sheds His clothes and climbs on the bed, settling on His side, then directs me to strip as well, and join Him. When i reach Him, He tangles His fingers into my hair and pulls me down to kiss me. He rolls to His back and instructs me to suck Him, and i arrange myself on my hands and knees, between His legs, bending over His knee and taking His cock into my mouth. i hear him tell her to pull off her blouse and bra and get on the bed beside me. i do not stop sucking Him, so i can't see her, but i feel the mattress dip as she climbs on the bed. 

Sir arranges her slightly behind me and to my side, closer to Him, and He tells her to caress me. i heard Him say it, but i still jump when i feel her touch me. Her hand strokes my back, tracing my spine, up to my shoulders and back down again, then follows the curve of my ass and down my thigh. She does this 5 or 6 times, i'm not really sure, but then her fingers trail around the back of my thigh and reach for Sir's pussy. i gasp when her fingers probe my opening, pulling my mouth from Sir's cock, and He grabs the back of my head and forces me back to my task. i shift on my knees to settle myself, and resume sucking Him. His cock is swelling rapidly, and is too much for me to comfortably take. i always gag on him at some point, and today is no exception, especially as i keep being distracted by the way she touches me, her fingers pushing inside me and pumping. i'm wet, i can feel it, and i moan around Sir's cock. 

i can tell by the way Sir's body moves that He is fingering her even as she fingers me, even as i suck Sir's cock. My eyes are closed, and i wrap my fingers around the base of Sir's cock so i can pump him while i suck Him. He is full and hard, and i choke when He thrusts up into my throat. i can hear her gasping and moaning and making little whining noises because of Sir's fingers in her cunt, the way i gasp and moan while i ride her fingers. i'm sucking Sir hard now, bobbing my head along His length, cupping His balls in my palm, then stroking His cock again. Her fingers inside me slow their motion, becoming erratic, and i'm sure it's because she's close to climax. Then i hear Sir tell her that she's not allowed to cum until He gives her permission, and He's decided that she has to make me cum, first. i smile around Sir's cock, i can't help it, and i know He's felt it. 

Her fingers plunge back inside me, jarring me, and i jump. She's working me hard now, finger-fucking me, and her other hand sneaks between my legs and begins rubbing my clit. Damn! i'm squirming, panting, losing my focus on sucking Sir, because the dual stimulation is too much to bear, and i can't take it.  i'm gonna cum, and there's nothing that's going to stop it. i pull away from Sir's cock, resting my forehead on His leg, and give a choked cry when my orgasm hits. It's a strong one, and my muscles all lock up. i'm squeezing her fingers, i know, and she's still pumping, sending a second wave through me. Finally i relax and she pulls her fingers away. i rest there for a couple minutes, leaning on Sir, and i hear her breathing become erratic as Sir's fingers drive her closer to the edge. i push myself back up on my hands and pull Sir's cock back into my mouth, sucking Him, as i have not been given permission to stop.  Then she screams and all but collapses onto my back, leaning heavily on me, panting harshly against my skin. Sir threads His fingers into my hair and caresses my head while i suck Him, and i can tell that He is close, as well.

Then He surprises me by pulling me away from Him, His cock slipping from my mouth with a soft "pop." He commands me to stroke Him, and i obey, wrapping my fingers around His shaft again and pumping Him, enjoying the feel of His hard, heavy cock sliding against my palm. He tells me not to stop, don't stop, and i kneel there, my fist tight around Him, and i feel Him start to cum. He grabs my hand, pulling it away, and His cum splatters my chest, my stomach, my chin. Before i can blink, His hand has grabbed my head and pulled me down, and i open my mouth and take Him in, swallowing the cum still spurting from His cock. i swallow and swallow, and His cock softens in my mouth as His climax passes. As always, i make sure i have gotten every drop before i pull away.

She has recovered, and is kneeling beside me, like she was earlier. Sir tells me to lie on my back, and there's a bit of awkward shifting on both our parts until i can get clear and lie down. Sir runs His index finger down the center of my chest, gathering a good amount of His cum on His finger, which He then holds to my lips for me to taste. i clean off His finger, suckling it to be sure i've gotten it all. Sir then directs her to clean off my skin, and she sets to work, licking long swaths with her tongue, from my stomach up over my chest and the underside of my chin.  When her tongue runs over my nipples, i shiver. When she finishes, Sir inspects me to make sure she has done a thorough job. He then allows me to curl up beside Him on the bed, snuggled into His side, and she stretches out on my other side. i'm not sure what else Sir has planned for us, but i know now that Sir has kept His word. He bends his head to my ear and whispers, "Good girl," and i reply with a quiet, "Thank you, Sir."    



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