****

“This was a show worth coming home early for, Kitten” he said.

I blushed. I had no idea how long he had been watching.

“According to the oven timer, we have just enough time for me to punish you for cumming without me,” he said with a grin. “Finish rinsing and come see me in the bedroom.”

“Yes Sir, I’ll be there,” I said. We didn’t have a true Dom/sub relationship, but I welcomed the control he took when he took it.

I stood from the tub on quivering legs and patted myself dry. I slipped a tiny, white nightie over my silken skin and walked towards the bedroom. It was there that I would really be in hot, hot water.

He sat naked at the foot of the bed, the paddle laid across his lap. I went to him and kneeled before him, lowering my eyes. He put one hand to the back of my head and stroked my hair. It was quiet for a few minutes other than the beating of my heart.

“Couldn’t wait for me, Kitten?”

“I missed you so much Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Show me how much you’ve missed me today, Kitten.”

Shower Him With Love

I moved closer to him and he moved the paddle to the bed. Gently I cupped his balls and took his cock into my other hand. I kissed the perfect head like it was the most precious thing ever, then slowly circled it with my tongue applying pressure underneath at every pass. Stoking his thick shaft with one hand, I took him deeper into my mouth, licking and sucking. I was told never to swallow my spit when I give Sir head, so it was beginning to get messy…just how he likes it. I looked up to him to see if he was enjoying my mouth so far. He kept one hand on my head, looked back down at me and smiled.

“I don’t think you missed me quite enough, Kitten.”

I didn’t stop. I took him deeper into my throat making sure to suck and lick with just the pressure that he liked best. I felt his other hand move to my head and he stood up.

“When you disobey me and cum without my permission, THIS is how much you had better miss me!”

With that, he took complete control holding my head tight and thrusting his eight inch as far down my throat as he could. My nose touched his pelvis each time he filled my throat and I did all I could to breathe and not gag on his thickness burying itself deeper and deeper into my throat. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I looked up to him, but still I didn’t swallow. I could feel his aggression as it transferred from him to me. He must have had a bad day at work. I wasn’t prepared when he came and I felt some of his seed drip from my mouth to the floor below instead of falling onto my skin. One of Sir’s rules is that his seed should NEVER be wasted. When he finished, he pushed me away slightly.

“You know the rules, lick it up, Kitten,” he said.

Sometimes I am thankful for hardwood floors instead of carpet. I leaned forward, still on my knees, ass in the air, and sucked up the juices I had spilled. His hand went to my back and held me in place, then WHACK! The spankings began.

Stinging Satisfaction

ONE

“Tell me when you are allowed to cum.”

“Only when you say so, Sir!”

TWO

“Tell me who owns every orgasm, every pleasure, every happiness you have.”

“You do, Sir!”

THREE

“Who owns that pretty pink ass and pussy?”

“You own them, Sir! This is your ass and pussy!”

FOUR (this time even harder)

“Who’s slut are you?”

“I’m YOUR slut, Sir!”

FIVE – SIX – SEVEN

My ass was really stinging, he is stronger than he thinks sometimes and I already felt he had a bad day at work.

“What happens when you disobey me?”

“I get punished, Sir!”

EIGHT – NINE – TEN

I tried not to scream out too loudly as he was spanking me, I tried not to get too excited, but the wetness between my legs was easy to detect and I knew he loved the fact that he could punish me and it still excited me. He pulled me up to the bed and pushed me onto my tummy.

“Legs together.”

I knew what was coming. He bent forward over me licking at my pussy for just a second before his tongue slipped into my ass preparing it for his penetration. He was so much stronger than me and even if I tried, I couldn’t move from beneath him. His hands gripped my ass cheeks hard and I yelped from the sudden grip to my already stinging ass. He spread my ass and at first pressed into me slowly.

“Do you like that kitten?”

I moaned only able to shake my head yes. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Well this isn’t FOR you. This is punishment for cumming without permission.”

He plunged into me with such force I thought the bed would go right through the floor. Harder and harder he fucked my tight ass as I gripped the sheets screaming out but not dare asking for more. I had never used our safe word with him; when he pushed me I knew I could handle it. I knew he would never push further than my limits. He was so deep inside of me time and time again, I almost wished I could watch but my head was buried in the bed as his hand was on the back of my neck. I heard the oven timer. He was as deep into me as he could be when he fall atop of me, grabbed my waist, and rolled me on top of him bringing him even deeper inside. My whole body shuddered and I couldn’t help but cum with him as he filled me with yet another load of his sticky sweetness. Fuck I love when he fills me. When our orgasms had subsided he pulled me back to him by my hair. Still inside of me, I laid on top of him.

“You did it again, Kitten. You came without permission. I will forgive you this time only because you let me thoroughly enjoy your ass. As your punishment, you can go down as you are and prepare our dinner plates. I want my cum dripping out of your ass while you’re making my dinner. After the table is set, i will decide if you could dress.”

I didn’t say a word. I went downstairs tenderly and set a beautiful table and our dinner. When he came down, he brought the paddle…just in case. I sat tenderly on my sore, stretched little ass eating a wonderful roast with my Sir and wondering what the rest of the night would hold.

There’s that whole thing of people with brains have more to prove and so concentrate more on improving their personalities etc etc… Which just doesn’t make you feel any better, and also implies that you’re ugly. So thanks, Mum.

But it does seem like a real curse when you’re growing up. You look at the other kids around you throwing stones at bigger stones, and instead of joining in you ask ‘Why?’, and so begins your lonely life as a pariah. You don’t do stupid things for attention, because you already know setting your pants on fire is a silly thing to do before you even strike the match. You don’t try to experiment with how many marbles can fit up your nose, because you’ve already figured out from the volume of your nasal cavity that it’s 7. And you certainly don’t see how many of those bottles in your friend’s Dad’s liquor cabinet you can drink before you need your stomach pumped. All these social milestones have yet to be passed by you, as you take the diametrically opposed route to academic success.

Which brings you to here and now. Older, wiser, a refined mental acuity, but a social circle not much larger than a Hula Hoop. They’re great friends of course, why spread yourself out thin? But it gets harder to meet people when your social circle consists of the friends you’ve grown up with that didn’t try to eat the craft glue. And the people at work find Big Brother and a bottle of Lambrini to be a good night in, so god knows what their friends are like.

So get online, and find other like-minded people, not just in IQ scores, but looking for relationships. Try Smarter Dating now!

But unfortunately, reality takes over and paying out £90.00 for a ticket, plus travel & accommodation, just isn’t something I can afford, as a single mum with 2 children.  Plus with certain family commitments coming up, my time is some what swaddled down to zero.

Of course I have an interest in Molly Moore, she is a fabulous lady to talk to and she is honest with her words. Her #SinfulSunday weekly blogger event is brilliant, it has helped me regain the confidence in myself, that I thought I had lost, it also allowed me to ‘meet’ others online, with the same interests and those that see the beauty of someone, no matter their shape or size.  After Molly and her partner’s interview on ‘More Sex Please, We’re British’, I am hooked by both their outlooks.

As a sex toy reviewer, Nymphomaniacness is a lady who has helped me gain some very useful knowledge and insight into the sex toy world. I have also occasionally participated in her ‘Toy with me Tuesday’ meme, it’s a lot of fun!

As I am not techie minded, it would be good to know how I could make my blog/site much better, being able to attend a talk by Michael Knight, would be a good experience for someone like me. I’ve also battered back and forth a few twitter conversations with him and Molly, entertaining times are to be had with these two!

Amanda Jones is a woman who has caught my eye, she is successful, started 3 businesses, is opened minded and generally is an interested woman to listen to. I would love to be able to sit in an audience with her and divulge any knowledge that she could chuck my way.

But the whole point in Eroticon for me, is to learn more about the sex field, especially on a creative writing level. Let’s face it, I do like to write, otherwise I wouldn’t have this blog, would I? I’m a keen photographer but I could do with an insiders knowledge, I am pretty sure that John Tisbury is someone who can hand over some very valuable pointers.

All in All, if I was able to attend Eroticon 2013, I would be over the moon but if I can not, then I am pretty sure that Molly and Nymph will fill me in with all the juicy details.

Of course, all the seminars would be amazing to attend, there is no doubt about that.

Fingers crossed for next year!

 

 

Tomorrow…

I don’t see the point of New Year’s resolutions. They highlight the fact that you want to change an aspect about yourself, that you are unhappy with the way you are, and that you need something such as the turning over of the year in order to mark the event.

Which makes it all the more depressing when you tuck into that chocolate éclair, cigarette, or third glass of wine come February. All three depending on how guilty you feel.

It’s unfair that we do it to ourselves. We announce to our friends and family after the stroke of midnight on New Year’s eve, that we’re giving up [insert vice here]. No, really, I mean it this time. No it won’t end up like the cabbage soup diet fiasco. Look, just shut up would you? And pass me that Lambrini.

Or something along those lines.

But then for the rest of the year we have our nearest and dearest constantly asking whether we have stuck to our slurred promises. And I’m sure they get a fuzzy feeling of schadenfreude when we squirm uncomfortably, knowing they must smell chocolate/tobacco/alcohol on our breath.

The best thing to do, if you want to change any aspect about yourself, is to keep it to yourself. The changes you make have to be for your own benefit, not for anyone else’s benefit, or even for anyone else. Constantly announcing on twitter or facebook how many of what you haven’t consumed each day is just plain annoying, and makes the feeling of guilt even more unbearable when you slip up.

Because we all slip up, we’re human. Getting out of an ingrained habit is incredibly hard, and going cold turkey is a lot harder than most people can understand.

So by all means, join the gym, but don’t expect to be Mo Farah within the first few sessions! Try a more achievable New Year’s resolution by joining London Dating, where it’s perfectly fine to be naughty once in a while!

Written by Daniel Lavey

“You up for lunch today?” he asked.

“Eh I want to but I really have to get ready for this trip.  You know me, so overly organized that I get anxious!”

“Which beach are you going to this time?” he asked with a giggle.

“Hey!!  Who said I always go to the beach for my business trips?!”

He looked over my shoulder at my suitcase contents: flip flops, bikini, bikini, sunblock, sundress….

“Yeah ok fine, I’m going east this time.  You wanna come?  I have an adjoining room because I thought my assistant was coming, but she’s not.  You can have the other side and be on the beach for a few days sipping Mai Tai’s,” I said trying to entice him into a much needed break.

“Um yeah, about that…no girly umbrella drinks for me.  I’ll take a  manly beer haha!  Ok well it’s only a few hours away, can I just meet you there?  I have a few things to finish first,” he said.

“Absolutely!  Don’t be late!”  I wrote down the hotel address and room number for him and he left.

Daydream Driving

It was about a four hour drive and usually I utilize the time making phone calls to the family, but this time I got stuck in a daydream.  For almost four hours I envisioned us on the ocean front balcony, in the hotel room, on the beach.  We weren’t just hanging out, we were fucking like wild beasts!  What the hell was wrong with me?!  He was practically family to me! I couldn’t have sex with him; it would ruin everything.

By the time I got to the hotel, I was so wound up from my visions of our bodies together and the fact that my fingers had wandered between my legs that as soon as I got to the room I had to take care of myself to relieve some built up frustration.  I have to say, that was the hardest I had cum on my own with no toys in a long time.

As I was getting cleaned up and changed, I heard the adjoining door open.

“Hey! You got here fast!” I said expecting him.

“Actually I was here a while ago, but it sounded like you were…busy,” said the pretty girl who was none other than the assistant who wasn’t supposed to have been going to the meetings with me.

“Oh um…yeah you know.  I thought you weren’t coming!”

“I thought you’d never cum,” she said with a grin as a blush crept up my neck and to my cheeks, “I had a change of plans and thought you could use my help.”

“Yeah, absolutely! This is great I just um…I told my friend he could have the adjoining room.  Guess he can just stay with me, no problem.”

“Are you sure? I can get another room,” she said.

“No, no.  There is no point spending the money when the clients already bought the room for us.  It’s all good,”  I said wondering how I was going to hold back my sexual urges when he was going to be staying in the same room with me.

Getting Tipsy

After a late afternoon meet and greet with the clients, my assistant and I headed back towards our room.  I happened to catch sight of him at the pool bar as we walked by and grabbed my assistant’s arm to detour her towards the alcohol.

“Excuse me, Sir.  Are these seats taken?” I asked pointing to the lounge chairs on either side of him.

“No, but they are wet,” he said as he threw beach towels on each of them.

They’re about to get wetter, I thought.  I introduced him to my assistant as we ordered umbrella drinks from the pool waiter.

“I saw the other room had stuff in it, I assume it’s yours?” he asked my assistant.

“Um, yeah sorry.  I made the trip out at the last minute, but I did offer to get a third room!” she said.

“Babe, I just figured you could stay with me.  All I ask is that I get some room in the bathroom before my morning meetings, you know how I am.  I hate morning!” I told him.

“Sounds like you had this planned all along, Little Girl!” he teased, “You just want me for my body, I know it.” he said with a smirk.

Again, a blush crawled up my neck but I didn’t have to answer since our drinks had arrived so quickly.  We all held a toast to the beach life and settled into an evening of drinking and light food to counter the alcohol…at least a little.

It wasn’t long before my assistant and I had a decent buzz and had stripped out of our meet and greet dresses, down to the bikinis we wore beneath.  We had done this so many times, we knew the easy way to go from business to pleasure, and pleasure seemed to be hitting us a bit harder than usual.  The flirting between the three of us was no where near low key.  We went from calmly hanging out in the pool looking at the beach, to skinny dipping at the beach in less than two hours.  So much for the food countering the alcohol!

“We should head back to the room,” he said putting his arms around our waists and reeling us in.

“Yeah, I should probably go to bed,” my assistant said.

“Oh no, this night isn’t over.  You aren’t getting away that easy!” he said as he lead us towards the hotel gathering our stuff as we went.

When we got to the hotel room, my assistant tried to walk to her door, but he caught her wrist.  He used my room key to open the door and brought us both inside.  With one hand he pushed me hard and fast against the wall and began kissing me still holding the wrist of my assistant.  She tried to speak up, but he pulled her in closer and stood her against the wall.

There we stood, my assistant and I, our backs against the wall and him in front of us with his arms to either side caging us in.  For a moment, no one said a word.  All we could hear were our heart beats and quickened breathing.   He moved his hands behind each of our heads and began kissing my assistant.  She put up a little resistance but then gave in to him.  I tried to move but he grasped my hair tighter.

Fulfilling A Fantasy

“Since I don’t have my own bed, I think you girls should make up for it,” he said in a tone I hadn’t heard from him before.

I tried to protest, to tell him we didn’t mean to not have an empty room, but he hushed me with a deep kiss as he led us to the bed.  In no time, we were out of our bikinis and he out of his trunks rolling around on the bed kissing on each other.  

“Awww, poor baby wanted his own bed.   Perhaps we should leave you alone and go in the other room?” I asked.

“Don’t you dare.  I want both of you, to fulfill a fantasy for me,” he said.

“Oh really.  And what is that?” I asked moving closer to my naked and blushing assistant.

“I have never had two girls suck on this hard cock of mine.  If you two take care of me tonight, I promise to take care of you tomorrow night.  We’ll just make this a fantasy weekend sexcapade,” he said stroking the 8 inch.

I looked at my assistant and we both smiled.  We had all had so much to drink, it was a wonder we were not flat on out backs.  I got off the bed and onto my knees with my assistant in tow.  He looked down to us, grinning wildly.  He stood and his cock stood proudly before us.  

I reached for him licking and flicking the head with my tongue.  It was so smooth and full just as I had imagined it.  My assistant reached in and began cupping his balls, fondling so gently.  He was so rock hard, it took all my might not to back my ass up into him, but I was a good girl.  This was his night.  I began sliding his cock slowly over my lips and tongue then back out.  Each time I would go deeper, never quite taking him all in but teasing as long as I could.  Most guys would take control, not being able to handle the torture, but he was patient and very….receptive.  As I moved my head back to the tip of his cock to lap up his precum, I motioned for my assistant to get in on the action.

She wrapped her lips around his shaft as I sucked gently on the head and simultaneously we slid from tip to balls sucking and licking every inch as he watched, moaning.  He put a gentle hand on each of our heads and some how I felt comforted.  I wanted to suck on him all night, please him, entertain and take care of him. 

When we reached the tip again, I backed off and let my assistant get a taste of that amazing cock all to herself.  I pulled her hair back into a pony tail, keeping it out of the way so we could see her pretty face doing such a dirty deed.  Her lips stretched around his girth as as she slid down to his balls and lingered there for a minute.  I grabbed her pony tail a little harder and pulled her back.  I decided to help her get her pretty little face fucked.  I guided …or rather forced her head back and forth making her choke on that huge fucking cock till tears were streaming down her rosey cheeks.  I finally decided to give her a break and let her come up for air.

I took him slowly into my hot, little mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, taking him all the way in, making sure my tongue circled the whole length on the way down and adding just enough pressure on the underside of his shaft to make his toes curl.  My assistant took his balls in her mouth and sucked gently on them as I continued my slow torture.

When I looked up to him, I saw that he was watching me, a smile on his face.  My eyes grew wider as I realized it was my turn to get my face fucked.  There was nothing gentle about it.  He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked his aggression away while my assistant continued gargling his sack.  Finally he said he was going to cum.  We both sat up just in time for him to spray our faces, necks, and tits with a hot, creamy load.  it dripped from our lips to our nips covering us so perfectly.  I never took my eyes from him as I watched the ecstasy pass over his face.

When the last drop splashed onto our skin, I looked to my assistant and we reached for each other and kissed.  We sucked and licked his cum from our cheeks and tits until every last drop had been devoured.  It was a perfect climax to a perfect day.  Guess we’ll see what tomorrow may bring!

I preheated the oven while I prepared my bath: hot, hot water (it cools so quickly!), vanilla bubble bath, and a touch of lavender oil for calming.  As I stood there in the kitchen waiting for the oven to tell me it was ready for real cooking, I realized how ready I was for some cooking of my own.  I began taking off my work clothes little by little just to get ahead of the game.  Oh, I only removed my blouse and skirt, but standing in the kitchen in my lace panties and bra gave me goose bumps and made my nipples hard against my lace.

We had made it a habit of having sex as an appetizer and for desert.  Thankfully, we both had a healthy appetite.  It never got old with us.  Some how, we always had fun with our sexual encounters and it was always different.  Neither of us ever knew what was in store.  It was amazing.  

Cleaning a Dirty Girl

I got to the bathroom just in the nick of time.  The bubbles were towering above the lip of the garden tub and it was so steamy that my skin immediately felt damp.  I slipped out of my bra and panties and slowly lowered myself into the hot, hot water.  It took a minute for my body to get over the shock, but I always like the pink glow on my skin from the heat.  It reminds of how my tight little ass looks after he has spanked me a few times for being bad.  Oh, he is so good for me!

As I trailed the bubbly sponge over my skin, I couldn’t help but notice I still had goosebumps.  I was excited for him to come home.  My nipples almost hurt, they were so erect.  I needed to calm down just a little.  I reached under the bubbles and slowly stroked my pussy.  My lips were already swollen with anticipation and sensitive from the hot water.  I pressed my fingers a little deeper to greet my clit.  It was also very happy and anticipating the attention.  

I couldn’t help but press a little harder.  I rubbed and pet my pussy until I could barely touch myself without moaning.  It felt so good and all I could think about was his mouth on me, licking me, sucking me, nibbling at me and making me squeal with delight.  I slightly slid my finger into my tight little pussy and felt the heat from within my pink walls.  It seemed warmer than the bath, but more delightful.  I leaned back a little farther, propped a leg up on the tub side, and slid another finger inside myself.  Oh it felt so good!

My nipples were exposed to the chilly air and I thought he would be rather impressed with how silky my breasts looked in the bath water but more so with my nipples pointed to the sky as I layed on my back.  I’m so lucky to have a man that loves my tits.  I rubbed one hand over my nipples and a slight pain from being so erect made me moan.  How could something that was uncomfortable still bring such pleasure?  

Releasing Energy

I closed my eyes and began pumping my pussy with my slender fingers.  They would never compare to what he would do to me, but I had to release a little energy before he got home.  I kept my thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing it as I fucked myself with my fingers in that hot, hot water.  I pinched and tweaked my nipples, sending shock waves through my body.  Pain and pleasure.  I needed it all.  I wanted it all.

More and more, deeper and deeper I fucked myself until my legs tightened and a quiver spread through my body.  The moan that escaped my lips startled me a little bit as I came with such force I literally couldn’t control myself.  I held tight to my clit, my fingers resting on the soft patch inside my walls, as I finished cumming and my body relaxed.  

When I brought my hands to the surface to wipe the sweat from my brow, I heard the floorboards squeak.  Startled, I looked to the doorway to see him with his perfect cock in his hand, smiling.

“This was a show worth coming home early for, Kitten” he said.

I blushed.  I had no idea how long he had been watching.

“According to the oven timer, we have just enough time for me to punish you for cumming without me,” he said with a grin.  ”Finish rinsing and come see me in the bedroom.”

“Yes Sir, I’ll be there,” I said.  We didn’t have a true Dom/sub relationship, but I welcomed the control he took when he took it.

I stood from the tub on quivering legs and patted myself dry.  I slipped a tiny, white nightie over my silken skin and walked towards the bedroom.  It was there that I would really be in hot, hot water.

***

“I think we should continue this somewhere warmer,” he said.

“Sure, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, I’m sure we’re going to catch heck from the gang if we see them, so let’s go deal with that and if you want…we could go to my place and start a fire.  I think a crackling fire would be perfect tonight.”

“Yeah, actually that sounds amazing.”

We buttoned ourselves up, jackets and all, then headed back out of the wooded area. We had  no sooner  reached the break and my brother was shaking his head at us.  All I could do was blush as we walked to our vehicles.  On the drive to Ben’s house, I wondered how much more perfect the night could get.

After pulling into the drive, side by side, we met at the front of his car.  He didn’t have to say a word.  We both dashed up the walk and to the front porch.  Ben was like me, we never locked our doors.  When I opened the door, he was quick to grab me by the wrist and halt me right in the entry way.  Damn.  I was going to have him chase me farther!  He closed the door behind us and we removed our coats.

“Soooo….how about that fire?” I asked.  

“Oh there will be a fire, there has been a fire!” He said with a smirk.  ”Do you want to get us drinks while I get it going?” He asked.

“Yes, Dear,” I said.

I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for him, but made an “adult” hot chocolate for me.  When I got into the other room, the fire was crackling, there were blankets and pillows on the floor, and Ben had stripped down to just his pants and was sitting on the floor.

“C’mere.  You have some catching up to do,” he said.

“Um no, you need to catch me up! Jerk,” I said.

Trouble with a Capitol T

He gave me that look.  The one that made me realize he wasn’t all sweet and love making.  It was a look that made me realize I was in trouble with a capitol T.  He took both of our drinks from me and set them on the table.  As I leaned to sit on the floor with him, he caught me.

“No,” he said firmly.

He grabbed my hips and moved me towards him.  As I stood in front of him, he unbuttoned my pants.  I never said a word, just watched and allowed him to do what he wanted.  He pulled me towards his mouth and as he slipped my pants over my hips, he kissed every inch of exposed flesh from my waist to my ankles.  I was wearing black lace panties at the time with, of course, a matching bra though he hadn’t removed my shirt yet.

“Excuse me.  How is this fair? You have your pants ON.” I said matter of factly.

“Don’t sass me.” Again, that look.

I shut right up.  If I was reading him right, he was not going to give me any leeway or any control.  I never saw this side of Ben and my skin was rough with goosebumps.  The excitement was almost too much to bear.  He ran his hands up and down my legs slowly, watching as I reacted with shivers.

“Take of your shirt…slowly,” he commanded.

I stood above him, looking into his eyes as I unbuttoned each button slowly before sliding my shirt off my shoulders, down my arms, and allowing it to fall to the floor.  i stood before him in my black lace bra and panties, the fire crackling behind me.

“Sit, drink your hot chocolate.  I have a plan for you,” he said.

As I sat nestled in his arms sipping my spiked hot chocolate, I couldn’t help but wonder what his little plan was.  I wanted to ask but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.  I was getting wet from the pure suspense of it.  He began rubbing the back of my neck and I moved one hand to his jeans to feel the mighty lump that had grown in his lap for me.  It was so hard to control my urges, but I had to be patient.  

When I had finished my hot chocolate and set the cup down, his hand moved from the back of my neck to the front.  he pulled me back towards him and whispered in my ear, “Go upstairs, sit on the bed and wait.  I’ll be right there.”

Playtime Turns Naughty

Damn.  I hate waiting.  He knew he was killing me.  I walked upstairs slowly hoping to catch a glimpse of what he was going to do, but it only seemed to me that he was securing the fire.  It seemed like 10 minuted before he finally stood in the doorway, but when he did, he had a little black bag in his hand.

“Put these on,” he said. No emotion.  It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

In the bag was a black blindfold, a new pair of black stockings, and a pair of handcuffs…not the furry pink kind but a real pair.  I looked at him and back to the bag.  I slowly eased on one stocking at a time, making sure to put on a little show since he was watching me so intently.  I clapped one cuff on my wrist and when I went to do the other, he held up a hand signalling me to stop.  Ok, one cuff.  what was he thinking, I wondered. I slipped the blindfold over my head and secured it on my eyes properly.  The world was dark and silent except for my heart beat.

I felt him grab my waist then he moved me back on the bed.  He took my wrists and raised them above my head.  I could feel my hands slip through the slats on the headboard.  He took the open cuff and clicked it closed on my other wrist.  I laid there blindfolded, in my black lace bra and panties, in the stockings he had told me to put on, and cuffed to the headboard for what seemed like forever.  I could barely breathe.  When finally I was about to bust and say something, he rushed in and forced my legs apart.  I could feel the heat from his body between my thighs.  His fingers were strong just above my knees, but not painfully so.  With one hand I felt him grab the front of my panties and lift my hips from the bed.

“You. Are. Mine.” He growled.  With that he tore my panties off and I could hear them hit the wall on the other side of the room.  His mouth was immediately on my clit sucking, biting, and abusing it, sending me into fits of pain and pleasure. I had no room to move.  With my hands bound and his sudden death grip on my thighs, I could be nothing more than submissive.  I could feel all the blood rushing to my pink parts as my clit and lips began to swell with excitement bringing with it a sensitivity that made every touch near orgasmic.  He had me so wet, I thought it couldn’t get any more until he slammed his fingers deep inside of me fucking me forcefully and making me gush all over his hand and tongue.  He lapped up my juices making me squirm and scream with every touch.  If he had neighbors, they surely would have called the police!

I shook my head, greedily agreeing with him as he continued slowly pumping my pussy with his fingers, his thumb pressed firmly on my nub sending chills down my spine.

“I can’t hear you. Acknowledge me properly,” he said.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.  Are you happy right now?” He asked.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, you will always be happy. I promise you that.  My cock is the only one you will ever need,” he said.

He slowly pulled his fingers from within me and I could feel another flood of my juices flow down my slit to the bed.  My heart was fluttering and the butterflies in my tummy were stronger than ever.  To think that this was what we had been holding back for all these years was just too much for me to comprehend.  My thoughts were interrupted when I felt him, again, at my entrance.  This time, it wasn’t his fingers.

A Grand Entrance

He leaned forward grabbing my wrists and kissing me.  I took one deep breath surrendering completely and with that he thrust deep inside my hot, wet pussy.  I screamed out as his cock stretched my walls and he began to pummel me with more throbbing force than I had expected.  It had been quite some time since I was filled and my pussy seemed tighter than ever.  I felt every vessel pumping with blood as he entered me and pulled back out.  I had never been so aware of the force inside me.

“Fuck yes baby! Ohmygod yes! Mmmmmm….” I bit my lip trying to stifle the moans.

“Tell me you’re my girl.”

“Yes! Oh fuck yes baby! I’m your girl.  Fuck me! Harder!!”

I opened my eyes, looking into his.  I wanted to cum right then, “This pussy is yours baby!  it’s only yours.  Now FUCK IT LIKE YOU OWN IT!!”  I yelled.

I never broke eye contact.  I could feel him growing inside me as his thrusts became more animalistic, deeper, harder.  He began to moan with my yelps of pleasure.

“Cum for me, Cum with me.  Show me that pussy is mine!” He growled.

He fucked me with everything he had and we both let go in a screaming orgasm that would have brought the house down.  I had never before squirt and cum that much as he filled me with his hot seed.  Our juices flowed out of me with every pump and he kept going until he was drained and my body stopped quivering.  For just a moment he laid atop of me.  He kissed me then pulled out just a little.  he reached down between my legs, smoothing his fingers into our juices before bringing them back up to my lips.  I greedily sucked and licked our juices from his fingers all the while looking into his eyes.

“Good Girl,” he said, “I’ll keep you and your pussy well fed all night…and for the rest of time.”

All I could do was smile and respond with a “Thank you, Sir.”

I watch you as you work.

I watch your strong arms as you heave the wood from the trailer to be split.

I watch your broad shoulders as you wield the axe powerfully.

I watch your sharp axe glinting in the winter sunshine, the flash of the blade as it falls and lands thickly against the log. I want to be one of your logs, not the tricky knotted type that takes several heavy blows to master- which I most definitely am, but the type which submits immediately and falls neatly in two landing at your feet.

I watch the bead of sweat forming across your brow and wish to be the sleeve that you use to wipe it away.

I watch you reach for your cup and drink deeply; I wish that you would drink me.

You pause and turn to catch me spying on you before I can scamper away.

My tummy flips as you drop your axe, which lands with a clink and falls to the ground as you stride towards me. I am rooted to the spot, desperate to leave and to stay in equal measures.

Caught in the Act…..

‘Have you finished your work?’ You ask.

‘No Sir.’ I answer meekly, suddenly painfully aware of my failings, especially as you have been working so hard to provide us with logs for the cold winter months.

You pull me out from my hiding place between the trees, mottled in shadows and out into the sunshine. I follow you without argument, this time.

You sit on top of the largest log, yet to be cut into a usable size.

I stand before you, head lowered, the flush of my cheeks the only external giveaway of my heat and excitement each and every time I stand before you like this.

 ‘Lift up your skirt and pull down your pants.’

I look at you, It is freezing, I consider begging for mercy however realise your face is resolute, your mind made up. I have failed my morning’s task. I have left the house without finishing my chores.

Lifting my skirt I feel the thrill of performing this for you stir deep in my cunt. As I pull down my knickers they are damp with my desire. You pull me forward and over your knee, your leg hooks over mine; your strong arm keeps me firmly in place, pressing down upon my thorax. The bitter wind whistles around my exposed skin, I brace against it and the impending smack I expect from your hand.

The waiting seems to stretch on for minutes until I feel you fingers gently trace their way up my inner thigh and around the soft curve of my bottom. Your touch is light, almost ticklish and together with the cold covers my naked flesh with goose bumps. Your fingers slide over my skin tracing shapes and patterns. They dance over my thighs and bare bottom as I squirm beneath you. Slowly gently you touch and tantalise me, I keep my mind as focussed as I can, awaiting the sting of your palm to strike at any moment however your teasing caresses hypnotise me into submission, a lie across your knee without any need for you to restrain me.

You squeeze my cheek, softly then harder until I hiss. You ensure the other cheek receives a fair chance and squeeze it harder than before. I can feel myself filling with arousal, a sudden chill between my legs highlights how hot and wet I have become under your ministrations as another blast of icy air blows across my folds.

The Sting of Defeat…..

Your palm meets my skin swiftly ‘smack.’ I jump, yet there is no pain, your initial taps simply a warm up, a chance for me to prepare for the next strike. I feel you hold on me tighten as I instinctively brace myself. A shower of sharp blows rain onto my sensitive and cold flesh. I don’t count. Left then right, I twist and squirm beneath you as I try to breathe deeply and focus beyond the stinging heat pulsating with each blow.

Then without warning you fingers delve into my slippery wetness, I gasp as you slide one then two then three deep inside me. Your thumb circles my anus as I squirm trying to evade it. You know I hate it, yet your thumb presses into my ring a small way. I stop squirming, the movement only adding to the invasion of my bottom. I lie still as you continue to slide your ring finger inside me to join the others, pumping them rhythmically as I try not to slither and writhe on your lap. My juices coat your whole fist, I lift my hips and push back, greedily wanting more. You thumb presses deeper into my anus as I gasp, pushing my body back to your thigh, rubbing myself against you desperate to stimulate my clit and to release the orgasm being pulled from my cunt.

Your thrusts become faster and deeper, I rub myself furiously, so close, if I can just….

….And then nothing.

You stop.

You extract your fingers.

You rub them across my cheeks, smearing a reminder of my punishment across my skin.

You lift me up onto my feet and look at me.

‘Get dressed and back to work.’ You smirk.

Humiliation floods my chest as I struggle with a rush of emotion, tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I furiously blink them back. Yet I pull up my knickers and straighten my skirt and even manage to thank you as I return to the house. Every step I take, the sting of my bottom and the pulse of my cunt remind me that I have brought this upon myself.

Denial is definitely my worst form of punishment.

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Just like any Sunday, a bunch of us had gotten together at the park for shenanigans.  Generally we would play frisbee,  croquet, maybe some touch football.  Of course it was touch football until the boys had too many drinks, then it was a full on ass beating!  This Sunday had been pretty chill with mostly some football or hacky sack.  A couple of us ended up just being completely lazy and watching the others put out enough energy for the rest of us.

It began to get cooler as the sun set lower in the sky and someone had the brilliant idea of exploring the woods in the dusk.  We all split into twos or threes.  I went with Ben.  As we got further into the thick of the forest before us, Ben took my hand and helped me over fallen branches and through uneven terrain.  There was a reason they called me “Grace” and it certainly wasn’t because I was quick and nimble!  At least that’s why I thought he took my hand.

The Truth Revealed

“I was hoping you would come with me,” he said, looking at me sideways.

“Well, you could have just asked, ya know.”

“Yeah, I ‘spose.  Can I ask you something?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked.

“Um…this sounds interesting.  Shoot.”

“Why have we never…gotten together?” he asked.

“We are together, silly.  What are you….oh!!!  You mean gotten together!”

“Yeah hehe.  I mean…we’ve known each other forever and I think you probably like me as much as I like you,” he said.

“Oh we sound like 3rd graders.  What the fuck, Ben.  You’re practically my…”

I had no chance to finish.  He pulled my hand bringing me closer to him and he kissed me.  It was an innocent lip plant at first but then got a bit sloppy.

I felt the blush creep up on my cheeks and without answering, moved closer to the warmth of his body.  He held me for a minute in his bear hug then slowly started kissing me.  He left nothing untouched.  From my forehead to my cheeks, my lips to my neck, my collar bone and even my nose, he kissed me like he had been saving them up for years upon years.  It was a feeling I had never had before, being completely bathed in kisses, so slow and sweet was something almost beyond my comprehension.  Everyone I had ever been with was always rough with me.  No one made love.  I suppose that was my fault, somehow.

Making Love The Old Fashioned Way

We had slowly made our way to the leaf covered ground where he had thrown his jacket down for us to lay on.  Thank goodness the ground wasn’t damp; the pile of leaves was a perfect little makeshift bed for us to cozy up on.  I’m not sure how he did it, but even as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt, he kept me warm.  It was almost like my skin warmed to his touch.  As his fingers trailed from my lips to my hips, I felt a line of heat caressing my neck, breasts, and tummy.  I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere but right there with him at that moment.

His lips were just as warming though they brought such a quiver of excitement with them. Perhaps it was the tiny bit of moisture being wicked away by the breeze that gave me the chills, or maybe it was just that I was happy to feel a love emanating from my long time friend that I had never seen or felt before.  Whatever it was, it was magical to say the least.  I was in no hurry for anything to happen, I just laid in his arms returning kiss for kiss, touch for touch for what seemed like hours.

When the breeze had turned from comfortable to brisk, he paused.

“I think we should continue this somewhere warmer,” he said.

“Sure, what are your thoughts?”

“Well, I’m sure we’re going to catch heck from the gang if we see them, so let’s go deal with that and if you want…we could go to my place and start a fire.  I think a crackling fire would be perfect tonight.”

“Yeah, actually that sounds amazing.”

We buttoned ourselves up, jackets and all, then headed back out of the wooded area. We had  no sooner  reached the break and my brother was shaking his head at us.  All I could do was blush as we walked to our vehicles.  On the drive to Ben’s house, I wondered how much more perfect the night could get.

When we planned to spend New Year’s Eve at home in his flat for dinner and a movie (I know what you’re thinking you filthy lot, but actually to eat food and watch a film) he insisted that as we settled down on his enormously over-sized and comfortable sofa, to watch Black Swan (my choice), that I should slip off my shoes, which obviously I did willingly.

I tucked myself up into a ball, feet curled beneath me. I felt the pressure of his thumb resting upon the pad of my big toe that was protruding, he always like to have some sort of bodily contact, and damn… he gave a good foot rub. I relaxed into the slow circles of pressure he applied as we sipped our wine.

Pottering off for a quick comfort break, I returned to find Matt with his face squashed into my shoe, I watched him breathe deeply before I jokingly giggled something about his foot fetish. Dropping my pump he looked at his feet, his blushes building until his face resembled a glowing ember, his eyes not quite meeting mine as I returned to my seat.

Footloose and Fancy Free…

Jumping back onto the sofa next to him, I stretched out along it, wiggling my toes at him, trying to make light of his obvious mortification. I stroked his arm casually with my foot as I clocked the hardening bulge straining under his trousers. His normal carefree eye contact and easy nature replaced by this shy awkwardness. We continued to try and watch the film as I massaged his forearm gently with my toes allowing them to slide from his fingers to his elbow and back to his hands, our thoughts most definitely not on the plot.

As my feet came to rest upon his hands I felt the warmth of his touch grasp my skin. He held my right foot firmly before stroking the skin and making me giggle. He flashed a look at me as I stuffed a fist full of my scarf into my mouth and pushed down the hysterics that were bubbling in my throat desperate to burst free, only partially caused by the ticklish parts of my feet being caressed. .

Over stepping the Mark?

Nervously he brought my toes to his mouth, not daring to make eye contact. I closed my eyes, eager for him to continue as he kissed each digit and his tongue caressed each toe, before returning to my big toe and enveloping it suddenly within his hot mouth. I imagined my own lips closing around his hardening cock as he gently sucked at me, sending shivers along my limbs, goose pimples forming as my sensory cortex mentally mapped the exact route his tongue was plotting against my skin. I opened my eyes and watched as he sucked and licked at me, absorbed in his task, his thumbs pressing with increasing urgency upon the sole of my foot. They kneaded deeply, overloading me with sensation, electricity pulsing from my toes straight up my leg and towards my cunt. I pressed my head back onto the cushion and closed my eyes as my fingers involuntarily worked their way towards my groin.

He lifted his head from my foot and reached for my left leg, which twitched in anticipation of his attention. Stroking, kneading, pushing, gliding, his fingers weaved their way over my foot and upwards, over my ankle. Shifting his position he knelt at my feet, bringing each foot up to kiss the arch before lowering them gently to the sofa. Each of my breaths had become shorter, the unusual sensations igniting a deep need within me. I was aware of my fingers tracing lightly over my mound, circling, teasing my cunt which was begging now to be touched, aching to be filled, wanton, needy. I squirmed, pressing into his grasp.

His fingers had begun to move lightly over my shins, up as far as my knees before running back down slowly, teasingly, the length of each foot. Leaning forward as he stroked and caressed, the seam of his trousers made contact with my toes. Repeating his long slow ascent his groin came to rest upon my toes again, I gently let my digits rub across his groin, watching his face closely as he closed his eyes and drew in a quiet breath. He pressed harder against me as I curled my toes around the hard length of his penis, squeezing gently, picking up his member in my flexible phalanges before releasing it as he groaned. I continued to massage his cock through his trousers, gradually building up my tempo and pressure. His hands had migrated toward my inner thighs, I felt my body gyrate towards the magnetic pull of his slim fingers as his knuckles grazed the now damp patch where my leggings clung to my folds.

Best Foot Forward…

Lifting himself forwards, he freed himself from my clutches and his nose pressed into my crotch and nudged against my slit. My turn to moan and shift under his blissful assault. I reached up and dragged my nails through his messy hair as his breath added heat to my already moist gusset. I moaned as his tongue trailed along the material and struggled not to push hard into his face. I was aching to be entered… He, on the other hand seemed to have another plans. His nose pressed against my clit as his lips and teeth nibbled and sucked my pussy through my clothing. Wrapping my legs around his neck, I pulled him tight as his nose nudged, his tongue probed and his teeth tore away my layers of self doubt and the orgasm I craved began to build deep inside me. Lifting his head, his mouth settled over my clit and his tongue ran circles around my nub, I struggled to remain calm, my arms thrashing above my head and alternating between gripping my cushion and pulling at his now tousled tresses. His teeth shut quickly and unexpectedly, a bolt of pain coursed through my cunt as he pulled my clit. My hips followed him as the sensations built, pain merging into exquisite pleasure as he teased and tugged at me. Squealing, I bucked, my orgasm spilling over, flooding me as it spread uncontrollably. I hugged his face tightly into my pout as I ground my clit against his mouth, he held my hips firmly until I stilled, my body quivering below his expert lips.

We slumped back onto the sofa.

“Well, that was different…..” Matt said. “Oh Happy New Year by the way!”

He pulled me into a tight post orgasmic hug and we dissolved into a fit of giggles.

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Lily xxx

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