11-23-2015 Fiction

Party Girl

I was there at a club, with friends I haven't seen in months. There, feeling the vibrations of the music pump through me I stood swaying, drink in hand when I felt the familiar shiver go up my spine. He had found me! He was here, standing behind me! I didn't turn around and just kept swaying to the music. My friends, off a bit of distance from me waved as they danced dirty with each other laughing, I returned the wave with a huge fake smile. I felt him inch even closer to me.

"Put your arms behind your back, sweetheart," he said sternly into my left ear. I obeyed. He fished something out of his pocket and I felt cold steel slide onto my wrists and snap into place.

"We're in public," I reminded him, over my shoulder, hopeful he would hear me over the music.

"I know, he whispered in my ear, "and as such, I expect you to not cause a scene in front of your friends here." With that, he tugged on the short links between my cuffs and pulled me backwards slowly towards the exit. I kept smiling and acted as normal as possible for someone whose heart was beating out of their chest. He continued to drag me backwards through the parking lot. Everyone was inside having a good time, no one saw us.

"Get in," he said and he ducked my head tenderly. I realized he was placing me inside the trunk.

"Wait, what?" I scrambled as I began to wrap my head around what he was doing.

"No," he smiled at me before closing the lid. I stared upwards in the dark. There wasn't even a thin beam of light entering the trunk. My fingers stroked the thick blanket he had placed in there for me. I was grateful for it. But the tears, the tears began to flood down. After about five minutes of driving, the car stopped and I heard his door open and shut. Suddenly, the lid lifted and what little light was out tonight stung my eyes a moment.

He pulled me up and steadied me on my feet. He was behind me, fiddling with the blanket, probably straightening it out again for when I'd be returning. I started to inch away, fearful of running and falling on my face without hands to catch me. I wanted to get away though, I didn't know what punishment awaited me, but I knew I didn't want to find out. He stopped me abruptly.

"And where do you think you're going?" He asked and spun me around to face him. He arched his eyebrow at me and waited for an answer. I shook my head helplessly and looked at the ground. He chuckled at me and reached behind me to slam the trunk shut.

He spun me around towards the car and pushed me forward onto it. He slammed his cock inside of me and I screamed. His hand was around my throat instantly chocking the screams away as he pummeled into me without mercy. He came in minutes with a growl and back into the trunk I went. Five minutes later, the car stopped once again.

The second time around, he brought out a ball gag and pushed it into my mouth causes my lower lip to slide against a sharp tooth. I could feel some blood dripping down towards my chin. He licked it up slowly and ended with suckling at my cut lip.

"Mmm, your insides taste good," he whispered, "would you like to taste mine?" I couldn't answer but shook my head up and down. He laughed whole heartedly, "I guess that will have to wait until later, when you've earned the use of MY mouth again. You have drank tonight on top of all the other rules you've broken. Tsk tsk." With that, he flipped me over the car and took me viciously once more.

"You are mine, party girl," he reminded me as he pumped more cum into me, "You will not forget it."

Then the trunk was opened up again ...

10-28-2015 Poetry

Purity

Cut deep into me, pass the flesh

there is purity beyond the muscles and tendons

Cut deep into me, saw through the bones

there is purity in the marrow no one gets to see.

Keep cutting until you find my soul

if it was ever there at all.

Hang my skin upon the wall

there's purity in the blood you paint with

Leave your signature at the bottom

there is purity in all that ceases to be.

Keeping cutting until you find my soul

if there ever was one inside of me.

9-12-2015 Fiction

Monitoring

"This will keep track of you," he said snapping a monitoring brace on my ankle. He swiveled over to his laptop on the table, tilted the screen to show me, and I saw a blip on the screen. The blip was me. Appalled, I just stared at him slack jawed for a moment.

"And if I should remove it?" I asked having already compiled a mental list of implements in my house that would severe the band in a cinch. I tilted my head at him defiantly. Go ahead, try to top your current level of craziness I thought.

"You don't think it'll alert me?" He chuckled no longer looking at me, typing on his computer, "There are bands running all through that thing. As soon as any disconnect, for any reason, I'm on your behind with whatever tool I can find at the time."

I was already picking at the thing. It itched. He fell silent, letting his words wash over me. And I, I couldn't think of a single thing to say in counter. I had brought this on myself- in many ways- and I knew that. All that was expected of me was to follow a few rules, and I didn't bother with the rules, I did my own thing half expecting him to abandon cause like all the others in my life. So, when I left the house last night, I didn't bother telling him where I was going or when I returned. I flicked the monitoring band hard as if this was all its fault and I frowned at his back.

"This is excessive don't ya think?" I finally broke the silence.

"Oh, no, I don't think it is," he said finally turning to look at me. His smile broadened as his gaze over me concluded at my ankle. He raised an eyebrow then, "Would you like to see what I do consider excessive?"

"No," I said quickly.

"Too bad, you might have enjoyed that," he said and spun his seat away from me again. I almost stuck my tongue at him but figured he probably had cameras installed. I thought about that a moment and shivered.

"Do you have cameras in here?" I asked.

"And if I did?" he said typing ferociously on his laptop.

"I guess I don't ... have any problem with that," I said, stumbling over my words.

"You are mine, don't you get that?" He asked looking at me. He reached over and grabbed the back of my hair, pulling me off the couch to his side. My left knee cracked as I knelt by him. He kept his hand in my hair, "Open wide."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could. My eyes were still closed because he had a hold of my hair, for some reason I can't keep my eyes open when he does that. Still, he grabbed a blindfold and slipped it over my face. I almost laughed thinking about how he strategically placed items all over like the blindfold. I had once found a wayward pair of handcuffs when cleaning the livingroom.

With blindfold secured, he released my hair. I still kept my mouth open wide despite hearing him move off the chair. I sniffed the air a bit to see if he was still standing nearby. I couldn't tell. But, I certainly wasn't going to close my mouth without permission.

"Stick out your tongue," he said from somewhere behind me. I complied reluctantly. This isn't the activity I had in mind I thought woefully.

"Now, hold that tongue real still, my dear," he said now in front of me. I got goosebumps and anxiety was making my stomach feel twisty. I placed my hands under my knees. I dug my nails into my knees a little, bracing for whatever pain was coming. But then, it didn't. He simply wrapped my tongue in something, possibly gauze as it reminded me of the dentist. Then that thought gave my entire body a shiver. "I said to hold still, did I not?"

Suddenly there was pressure on my tongue. I pulled back only slightly to test the boundary. It seemed the pressure was his fingers, not a clamp of some sort. I almost sighed in relief. He squeezed my tongue hard and I buckled a little.

"I am going to ask you a series of Yes or No questions. You will tap your knee here once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?" He asked still holding onto my wrapped up tongue. I tapped my knee once, "Good. Now if you lie to me, I will squeeze your tongue as hard as I can. And guess what, I already know the answers to every question I'm going to ask. Let's begin."

"Did you meet someone last night?"

I tapped my knee once in reply. Yes.

"Did you meet up with someone I have forbidden you to socialize with?"

I tapped my knee once in reply again. Yes.

"Did you drink last night?"

Two taps on the knee.

"Good girl, seems you can follow some rules. Did you know last night you were breaking my rules or had you forgotten?" He asked.

One tap and my head started to look downward in shame.

"Did you honestly think you snuck out quietly?"

One tap.

'Do you think I am a fool?"

I tapped twice and he squeezed my tongue so hard I almost bit him accidentally. By the time he let go, I had soaked the blindfold with tears and my nails dug into my knees enough to probably have drawn blood.

"You do think I am a fool, I said not to lie. The fact you disobeyed and thought you'd get away with it proves you think I'm a fool," he growled and let go of my tongue. I didn't move. He ripped the blindfold off and took whatever was on my tongue off. I wiggled it around in my mouth trying to get it to feel normal again, but I still kept my mouth open.

He stood before me and unzipped his pants. No way, I thought,* how can i do this now when I can't even feel my tongue?* I started to panic.

"Don't worry, you're not going to need that sore tongue of yours at all," he said noticing the tension pulling my shoulders upward, "It's best actually, if you keep it out of the way until I am done with you."

And with that, he shoved his cock in all the way down my throat. I started to gag and he pulled out just as fast as he had forced it in. I coughed and sputtered a bit then got back into my position and opened my mouth again. He did this a few times and after a while, I wasn't coughing afterwards but it still hurt. Then, he pushed in and down and left his cock inside.

"Suck," he growled. One word. That word. But he was so thick and in so far I had difficulty forming suction. I started to swallow him as if he was water. I couldn't keep any real rhythm, but I kept taking gulps at his cock. His moaning and growling got louder and he started to move. I continued to swallow, trying to time with his motion.

Both his hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock instead. He hit the back of my throat hard. Repeatedly. And with a noise I've never heard before, he shot his load down my throat. I felt his cock go from rock hard to flaccid. I still gulped at it until he told me to stop that. A few drizzles here and there ran down and then he removed himself from my throat.

"I didn't get to taste you," I whispered, barely audible. My throat felt like it had been ripped out.

"You didn't deserve to," he said, "not this time." He added the latter after a small pause while he searched my eyes. His stare made me uncomfortable. i looked down, then examined my knees to see if my nails had cut into the skin from earlier. They had. I looked up at him hoping he hadn't noticed the blood on my knees.

He shuffled his pants off and removed his shirt. He walked to the couch behind me and laid down. I remained in my spot. He tapped the space in front of him. I got up and took my new place and he wrapped one arm over me. Buried in the warmth of his chest, I cried and he held me.

"The bracelet isn't excessive," he whispered as he stroked my hair, "it is to remind you I am always watching you. So I don't have to punish you for disobedience."

I murmured something into his chest. I wasn't sure if it even had words, I just made noises. I kissed his left nipple, tasting the regrets of my own tears. He tried to pull me in closer and closer as if he wanted to absorb me into him. I'd have welcomed that.

"I'm truly sorry," I said hoarsely.

"I know."

8-6-2015 Fiction

Only the Good Ones

She wore her insecurity like lace, tight against her pink flesh; and her face she kept hidden in shadows so she'd be difficult to remember. Ah, but the lass was impossible to forget. I watched her from a good distance away as she played with her hair nervously, eyes scanning the room every so many seconds, face turning down again to avoid attention. Three fellows nearest me were already enchanted with her, the one farthest to my left yapped on; he already had kids with her in his mind. I chuckled softly and stirred my drink dramatically with the motion of my hand.

The ice hitting the glass stopped their conversation. All eyes on me, show time! I smiled politely to the men and smirked. Without a word, I walked over to her table and sat down. I felt their eyes burn into the back of my shirt.

"What man in his right mind would keep a lady like you waiting?" I asked. She barely looked up and carefully avoided eye contact with me. Her posture changed slightly as she cleared her throat.

"First date," she blurted out. Her face showed regret in sharing that information with a complete stranger. I nodded and drank the rest of my drink in silence. I simply studied her. She hadn't insisted that I vacate the seat for her "first date".

"How do you feel about him keeping you waiting?" I asked. She squirmed. I leaned forward and tilted my head so that my ear was nearer, and I flashed a quick glance at the men on the other side of the bar and grinned.

"I'm ... not sure," she said barely above a whisper.

"Oh? How's that?" I asked, turning back around to face her.

"He didn't keep me waiting for too long," she said and smiled up at me. Her hair fell away from her face and I got a chance to sink into her eyes. A soft hazel, yes, but they were also the most alert eyes I've seen in some time. She knew!

"Ah, nothing sexier than an intelligent woman," I said, relaxing into my seat and smiling at her.

"Well," she said with a great pause, "nothing sexier except perhaps that woman wearing the skimpy thong she got in the mail from an admirer."

"Yes, nothing except," I hummed lost in dirty, dirty thoughts already. The lap of my pants grew a bit taut and I shifted my legs underneath the table.

"You are different than your picture," she said.

"Oh?"

"Yes, more ... intimidating."

I laughed. I'd been hoping to hear "more handsome", but in our world, that was the epitome of compliments right there. I knew she wouldn't be an easy tame though. I could feel her trying to get a sense of me, secretly seeking a way to toy with me while she acted all innocent. I leaned forward again.

"Don't be a bad girl, love," I whispered. She didn't ask why, she smiled at me. Her hand was caught in the cookie jar and she enjoyed that. A light blush took her cheeks. I reached across the table and traced her jaw line gently.

"I only spank the good ones," I finished.

7-20-2015 Fiction

Denied

"What do you want?"

I dropped to my knees in response. I looked up, coy at first but then grinned. He knew better than my being shy. I opened my mouth and made a loud, exaggerated whimpering sound.

"Please?" I asked.

"Please what? I want to hear you say what you want," he said.

I had said it many times, mostly using the same words over and over. I didn't have the vocabulary to stun him anymore; probably never did, but I so wanted to say something that would wow him.

"I want you to drown me in you," I blurted out. I almost winced as the words left my mouth. It sounded like a violent death and part of me chuckled inside thinking of what a great violent death that would be. I met his eyes again.

"Drown you hmm?" He asked. He sounded pleased. Maybe not "wowed", but at least he didn't take it as I wanted "death by cum", though had he, I would've been perfectly okay. I was thinking about literally bathing in his cum when he pulled himself from his pants and rubbed my cheek with his hard on. I love when he does that!

He traced it over my lips and I snuck a quick kiss at the head. He started to ooze pre cum and he painted me with it. Once he got to my lips again, I licked it off and hummed happily. Then he abruptly stepped back.

"That'll be all today," he said.

Hot tears started to burn my eyes but I refused to let them fall. My face must have looked priceless because he stopped putting his cock away and brought it to my face again.

"You really love my cock, don't you?" He asked very matter of factly.

"Yes Sir," I said, "please don't play with me like this?"

"What if I want to?" He asked sternly. "After all, it is my cock- I don't have to let you suck on it, do I?"

"No Sir," I said crestfallen and dropped my eyes to the floor.

"Are you ... pouting?" He asked and I simply nodded affirmatively. I couldn't help but pout. But this was his choice, he was right after all. I thought about begging, but it'd be no use. I simply knelt there holding back tears.

"Stand up," he commanded, "Get naked."

I obeyed. I stood there waiting. He looked me over and then wrapped his arm around my side and grabbed my ass hard.

"This is mine," he said. He walked to the side of me and grabbed up my hair. "This hair is mine. That wet mess between those legs is mine."

"You own me Sir," I replied.

He pulled me over to the bed by my hair and told me to lay down. I started to get nervous now. He pushed my legs apart and got between them.

"I want to taste MY pussy," he said, "today, little one, you will squirt for me. Then maybe, I will give you a drink if you're obedient."

7-19-2015 Fiction

That First Gasp

His mouth wet with anticipation and I watched his fingers dig into the mattress and curl the sheets up into his palms. I felt the heat rise up and it was as if our sexual aches for each other had finally synced together. I slowly bared down and as he entered me, the mutual gasp we shared nearly set off my orgasm. I've waited my whole life for this moment, I was going to take my time.

As I slide down onto his cock, I did so inch by inch so I thrilled at how much his magnificent cock was stretching my pussy. His eyes rolled back a little then he closed them. His hips rose up to meet me but I tightened my legs to slow things down and savor.

When he was all the way inside of me, I leaned forward, a little uneasy and inexperienced with riding, and I kissed the top of his head. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, his eyes a bit glassy and his face glowed. He reached up and yank my chain collar, pulled me close to him again, and bit my neck gently.

"You. Are. Mine," he said in a low growl. And I was. I may have been on top, but I wasn't the one in control. I sighed happily in response. "Now, girl, show me how much I mean to you." He let go off my chain and I straightened up.

I lifted up a little then slammed down in a very deliberate stroking motion, using my body as if I were masturbating him. We weren't having sex, I was pleasing him; showing him all the affection I had let build up during our time apart. I squeeze my muscles around his cock in an inconsistent rhythm as I rode it; switching from gentle gyrations to full on violent articulations. I both made love to and fucked him. I wanted it all. I wanted to give him all.

My pussy pulled at his cock and pumped it and we both grew breathless. I could barely hold myself up any longer, but my body- His body- was in a trance. I leaned forward and licked up his sweat and told him he was delicious.

"And I want every drop of your cum inside of me," I whispered.

His legs tensed up and his hips rose in time with my movements. Every time I went down he moaned so sweetly and savagely. The moans turned into powerful grunts as he started to fuck me from underneath. Then, he growled and I felt his cock pulse. I even felt a warm trickle of cum already sliding down and out. He had filled me up so much I leaked out cum before I even moved. I giggled a little and hugged him to me.

"Thank you Master," I cooed.

"Oh, we're not even close to done," he roared and flipped me over. He re entered me from behind and his nails dug into my hips as he beat my dripping pussy with his hard rod. I felt myself twitching below almost immediately and begged for permission to cum.

"Cum for me, and don't stop until I say you can," he ordered.

I rode waves of orgasms, sometimes even having another burst inside of one; I became dizzy. I didn't feel real anymore. We floated on air and continued to fuck. If it wasn't for his roaring, I'd have missed his orgasm because I was floating from mine. He told me to stop cumming and I doubted I'd be able to comply, but my body obeyed.

He fell onto his back and looked at me then looked at his cock.

"Well?" He said.

I crawled over to his lap and began to clean him with my tongue. I don't like my own taste, but when combined with his, I could suck that off his flesh all damn day. I told him so in between licks and he put his hand on the back of my head.

"Such a good girl you are."

7-14-2015 Fiction

Good Night

** This isn't meant to be blatantly sexual so ... **

"Go to sleep little girl," he said. But I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to write, maybe listen to music and sing, maybe play a game; anything but to fall asleep would do me just fine. I crossed my arms while holding my teddy bear.

"But I don't wanna," I said, already wincing because I knew I shouldn't have argued.

"Are you arguing with me?" He asked with a deeper voice. I frowned and clutched the phone tighter in my hand.

"Sir, I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm really not tired at all."

"But your eyes feel so tired. The lids are just so heavy," he whispered.

"Your body feels so relaxed, warm, and comfortable." As he continued in a deep, monotone voice, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I fought it. I shook my head violently. But still, I stretched as a cat would preparing for a nap, and I frowned again.

"I'm ... not ... even tired," I protested but my words were interrupted by a loud yawn.

"See, babygirl? You are just so sleepy," he chuckled softly.

"Am not. Please don't make me go to sleep again. I don't like it," I pleaded.

"You don't like it why?" He asked and I grew uncomfortable. How should I say it? I was scared, this level of control was ... scary. I blurted out my reason and waited.

"Do you think I will hurt you by misusing it?"

"No," I said quickly. I trusted him very much, more so than anyone else I've ever known. I assured him of this.

"Then," he said and his voice abruptly changed again, "You will not take this power from me, it's mine, do you understand? I will use this whenever I want and you will like it."

My heart felt jittery in my chest. I was scared but I felt His pussy get wet. I shifted on the bed. I took so long to wrap my head around things I felt that he repeated himself.

"Yes Sir, understood."

"Good, now about those sleepy eyes of yours...."

6-24-2015 Fiction

Hungry

The craving lingered on my tongue making me salivate enough for him to notice. He smiled and slowly wiped a bit of drool off from my chin. His hand moved along my jaw next, so slowly that the skin in the direction he moved seemed poised for his touch, hungrily waiting its turn to be exposed to those fingertips. I sighed, almost internally as it caught in my throat and my ragged exhale made him chuckle.

"I only asked what you wanted to do tonight?" He said, still chuckling. I knew that he already knew where my mind had gone. I imagined kneeling before him and pleasing him. All night. I felt myself blush a little.

"Are you ... hungry?" He asked. His voice sounded fuller and deeper suddenly; rich like a wine and thick as the air around us had become. I felt my eyes glaze over as I tried to formulate a sentence. Words, words ... I had no words. I was hungry for him.

"Chinese?" He suggested, but his laugh gave him away.

"You are mean to play with me like this," I whispered.

"Mean?" He asked, "Dear girl, if I were mean, I'd not let you suck the cum from my cock."

I looked at him and he raised an eyebrow. My move. His eyes, though stern now, still held the shiny look of playfulness. I didn't know if this was part of his game or if I had really crossed the line. The stakes were high, though, so I opted to err on the side of caution and apologize.

"Good, good, good girl," he cooed and began to stroke my hair. I felt my shoulder and neck muscles melt. My eyes closed and I leaned against his chest.

"Kneel," he ordered abruptly.

I dropped to my knees so fast I actually hurt myself. I opened my eyes to see him undoing his belt with rapid, nimble fingers. When I saw the head of his cock peek out as he pulled at his underwear, I gasped. I watched lovingly as his cock sprang forth, free from its prison of clothing. With my mouth wide open, I made soft whimpering noises in the back of my throat, begging for him to ram himself deep into that throat.

"Oh, you want this, do you?" He asked. I nodded furiously. I silently begged him not to deny me- not even as a joke. Please, my eyes pleaded, I need you.

He took the head of it and rubbed my lips. I kissed at him and giggled happily finally realizing I wasn't about to be denied my favorite thing in the whole wide world. I beamed up at him as he continued to stroke through my hair. Then, his hand twirled up, grabbed a handful of the hair, and pulled my face away from his cock. I frowned.

"Only if you promise to no spill a single drop," he said.

"No Sir, I never spill," I said.

"Never?"

"Never."

5-22-2015 Fiction

You're My First

I had finally talked her into some playtime. She wasn't new, but it would be her first time with a woman- mine too, in fact, and I nervously tweaked the final touches in the room. I had things strategically placed: a paddle over there on the bookshelf, a blindfold hanging on a hook on the back of the door, some rope dangling over the futon, and a short flogger on the coffee table. Everything was set. I had no idea what she was even into, though, our negotiations had become more fantasy dribble than realistic. I would simply ask for reaffirmation before each new thing, I figured. She knocked at the door and I held my breath as I opened it.

Stunning. She stood there, eyes lowered and face flushed. Her brown hair, soft and buoyant, hid a good portion of her reddening face so I tipped her chin upwards. She closed her eyes and remained silent. I smiled.

"Are you ready?" I asked, stepping aside in the doorway so she could enter. She barely nodded. I could feel the heat of her nervousness and it excited me. I looked her over, spinning her around. "Take off your clothes," I whispered.

I spun her around again once she was naked. Her breasts, framed by her cascading curls, were dotted with goosebumps. Her nipples were hard and beckoned to me so I reached up, cupped one breast and pinched her nipple gently with my other hand then turned her around to face the mirror. Her body tensed up for a second then she relaxed into me, leaning backwards onto me just enough to encourage me further. Watching her reaction in the mirror, I placed my one hand around her throat but didn't squeeze. I leaned into her ear.

"I asked are you ready," I said sternly, "and all I got was a mere nod. Do you think that flies around here?" Her eyes widened and she shook her head 'No'. I grinned at her and started to nibble on her ear a bit. "What's the matter with that tongue of yours?"

"N-Nothing," she replied quickly.

Her voice sounded sweet, innocent. I knew right then I just had to hear how she whimpered and moaned. I left her by the mirror and grabbed the flogger from the coffee table. I showed it off in the mirror. A smile ran across her face and then she hid it. I glided it from her shoulder down her back causing her to shiver. I saw her full breasts jiggle slightly. I gave a quick half-hearted snap of the flogger so that it wrapped around and hit her breast.

"That stung!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, yes it did," I chuckled. I repeated the action on her other breast. Then I started on her ass. I moved fast yet kept the intensity low. She started to move closer to me as I struck causing me to pick up in intensity. I was striking her at a medium now and she loved it. So I stopped.

"Huh?" She muttered as I plopped my toy back onto the coffee table. I looked at her reflection and saw her sweet lips pouting.

I walked over to the bookcase and got the paddle. I wanted to see just how red her little bare behind could get for me. I announced my intentions. I didn't tell her that I had also grabbed the blindfold. I slipped it over her head and paused for a reaction. She didn't say anything.

"Are you still comfortable?" I prodded.

"I have a safeword, I am fine unless you hear it," she said almost in a snotty tone.

"Oh really?" I said and gave her a nice hard crack. She jumped and sucked in her breath, but said nothing. I did it again. I caressed each cheek tenderly then hand spanked her a few times only to give her a vulgar crack when she least expected it.

"More …. Flogging?" She asked.

"You don't care for the paddle?" I asked with one more crack catching her left ass cheek.

"I really liked the flogger," she said sweetly.

I obliged. Besides, I preferred to work with it than the paddle anyhow. I built up quicker than before and started to throw some really strong handed strikes when she bent forward. I wrapped my hand around her left hip and pulled her ass into my body holding her there as I danced the flogger over her upper back. She started to moan and hump my leg. The more she grinded against me, the less powerful my flogging became and I knew I had to switch tactics.

I dropped the flogger on the table nearby and kneeled down. I traced my finger tip across her clit slowly, waiting for a reaction. She gasped and then moved her body closer so that my finger was now at her entry. I plunged my finger in half way, turned my hand slightly, and brushed her clit with my thumb. When she moaned her approval, I began to move my thumb in circular motion. I couldn't get my finger in any further like that so I ordered her to lay down on the futon and spread her legs.

I got in between her legs and petted her bush; she was trimmed yet soft. I parted her pussy with both hands to expose everything to my tongue and rubbed her clit hard with my nose. Then I got started with my tongue, I licked all around the areas I wanted and every time I got closer her body would heave up, trying to force my direction.

"Please?" She started to beg. I darted my tongue out and licked her clit really hard, then I hit it again with a few gentle flicks along each side. I soon stopped and went back to licking elsewhere and just letting my fingers explore her wet hole.

Each time I'd get my finger all the way in, I would twist my wrist fast then exit half way. I started to lap at her clit again, occasionally rubbing it with my nose which seemed to give her an extra thrill. I heard her nails drag across the leather of the futon and her legs suddenly grabbed me and held me between them. I went full force knowing she was close.

Suddenly her vagina closed up no my finger and a warm gush slid down into the palm of my hand. I couldn't move my finger much so I kept licking at her clit.

"Oh my God!" She hollered, "Stop, stop stop! Too sensitive, fuck!"

I didn't want to stop, I wanted to see if she had anymore, but she tore herself away from me and scooted all the way back on the futon. I consoled myself by licking her juices off my finger and hand and winked at her as I got up.

"And you've never been with a girl before?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"Nope," I said sitting down next to her, "You're my first."

5-20-2015 Fiction

The Red Balloon

I watch the red balloon pass from set of hands to set of hands, always keeping track of exactly where it was. The latex was shiny and new and I felt a sense of pride and happiness looking at it. My little red balloon, filled with water. Friends and family had been invited to the table for a feast and spent the time passing around the balloon. I openly warned everyone who came into contact with the balloon to be careful, but soon it became too loud to get a message through and the table had grown so much in size and occupancy that there was no hope in instructions. I had to rely on trust, after all, there were my closest friends and family.

Most of my guests were gentle. At first. The first one to handle it roughly wasn't paying attention, and while not causing any purposeful harm, he had set a precedence. Others who had previously been very respectful in their handlings, started to wan in attention themselves; and once, the balloon was dropped entirely. It didn't break and splatter everywhere. The man who dropped it merely picked it up, swiped a bit of food that had long ago hit the floor off from the balloon's surface, blew on it for good measure, and passed it on as if it were good as new. I gasped, unnoticed by anyone at the table, for I alone realized the balloon had deflated slightly. The red roundness no longer looked as bright, it was dull with the residue of the hands and debris from the floor it had hit a few more times. Each time it was handed to a new person, I feared they too would drop it. I noticed a very small drizzle; the balloon was leaking!

Then finally, my balloon came into your hands. You looked at it then looked up at me. Your eyes told me that you saw the damage. Your eyes! I memorized them as you pushed back in your seat a little and threw my balloon to the floor. I saw the smile in your eyes as the red balloon burst forth hitting nearby people with water and minute bits of latex. I watched in horror as people at the table delighted in this as if it were a fun game. You never took your eyes off me. You watched me. You smiled at me.

I got up to clean the mess. On hands and knees, I blotted the carpet with towels. I gathered up what pieces were left of my red balloon and held the pieces in my hand as it formed into a fist. You watched me. I felt your eyes on my back. Refusing to even look at you, I took my towels into the other room and threw them in the sink. The latex pieces I held onto so tightly, I pried open my chest and put them back where they had come from and acknowledged with a single tear that now I was indeed empty.

3-11-2015 Fiction

Play, play, play

I love when a sadist enjoys my suffering so. Play with it, mock my whimpers in a high pitched tone with that gleam in your eye. Run your fingernails down my back and laugh out loud as I dance in a tickled frenzy. Go ahead and make a Tic Tac Toe welt pattern on my back and play a match in black marker with your friend. Ooh, or, if you'd prefer, use a sharp knife for the X's and O's. Why limit yourself?

Blindfold me and have me match your socks; a swat for each time I mess up a pairing. Be playful. Be fun. There is absolutely nothing in your Domly Manual that dictates all Dominants must be stoic. Trust me, I checked it. And I promise, I totally won't use your jute for a jump rope when you leave the room for something.

Cut designs in me of Pokemon or better yet, quote Yoda on my outer thigh. Make me recite my ABCs while I'm trying to be obedient and not cum yet. Maybe you can hum a nursery rhyme while you're choking me. I am serious about this being fun. Tease and pick on me, not in a degrading way, but in a fun, flirtatious way that makes me smile or laugh through my tears; because that it HOT.

Make me choose my own funishment by marking an X on a list, taped to the wall, with a marker in my mouth and hands behind my back. Blindfold me and blast music, then walk around me taking swings while I try to guess and anticipate which direction the next sting is going to come from, I like that!

Enjoy my suffering