Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chap 1.
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Posted:Nov 16, 2019 3:31 pm
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This is written for person's and people. For Those who will know. Hope it is enjoyed as the story it is, however you might read your part in it.
Chapter 1.
Taking a deep breath, nerves all screaming stop, not do this. She walked, head up and always facing forward, spine straight, from the dark side across its wooden width, to center stage. The sound of her footsteps, though light and steady, booming in her ears. Always a quiet, private person in public, this full display had been arranged to stretch her boundaries, stretch her. She knew and had agreed to this, had asked for this, to be pushed, knew a lot but not all that was going to happen.
Stopping and facing to where she can hear, but not see, the audience through the lights. Standing there for what seems like ages but in reality is only seconds. Taking another long, slow, deep breath to steady herself and her nerves, trying to stop her body tremors. Focusing on His earlier instructions.
Fingers moving, hoping none can see the tremble, wishing to make Him proud, to slip each button free from its friendly fastening. From top to bottom, letting her blouse gape and then free. A final inhale, a squaring of shoulders and then grips the blouse edges and peels bac Revealing all watching, no bra, her bared breasts, the lights and position ensuring all can see all, as they are thrust forward and into motion her actions.
Letting the blouse slide down off her back and arms to puddle onto the floor. The room seeing her action, quietens, a few voices comments on her tits, but they are soon susshed others into respectful silence. Ignoring all but her inner voice she undoes the clasp of her mid thigh leather skirt, adding it to the blouse at her feet. Now only in self suspending stockings and tiny red leather g-string. Almost all of her flesh and form on open display.
Nipples already burgeoned in the fear, excitement and cool air. Knowing her g-string would be showing darkening on the edges and spots from the seeping high arousal. Leaning, bending, she rolls down her stockings and steps of them, breasts compressed against her, swaying free, so natural for her but not something seen many others, now eyes follow every move and sway.
Following her orders she stands straight before gripping the sides of g-string and slowly rolling them down her legs so even that scanty cover is drawn down and away from her. Reaching ankles and stepping , collects all her clothes and moves them to side, before returning to her designated spot.
Back straight, feet shoulder width apart, fingers laced, placed at back of head, elbows parallel to shoulders. What should be a white canvass blotched the red of blush on cheeks and chest. Her first burning heat of the night. Holding the position then turning and bending, only from waist, slowly lowers till her head is fully down, hair sweeping the floor. Pushing with her legs, till in, as wide a stance as she can support and straighten from without . Hidden even further inflamed, breath short and shallow as she reveals to all those eyes what has spent almost all her life hiding from sight. Feeling the cool flow of air on her inner heat. Conditioned to thinking wrong for others to see her sex, her nakedness. So embarrassed but also, so aroused. Showing what, how and she was for the first time, no more hiding in the dark, either of mind or body.
Straightening up, blowing her hair hair from lips and eyes , turns around to the front. Folding into a kneel, back vertical, knees wide apart, uses hands to set hair neatly down back, behind shoulders, then laid palms upward along thighs and knees.
A settling deep breath, finding her own focus, within that unyielding light. The audience totally stilled, captured the grace and beauty of the reveal. They, not knowing yet if this is an experienced act or the performance of one gives only obedience. They will discover soon.
She sits and waits for Him.
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Apologies To Aall - A Sad/Bad return
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Posted:Nov 15, 2019 12:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2019 3:37 pm 1946 Views
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Since I returned to Alt (after a many, many, year absence) I basically lost it.
I became, on many occasions, a complete and utter , was loose and lush in My behaviour, lost respect from Oothers and myself.
So I needed a reset, which I have done taking myself away from alt and fet and online stuff and working on My real Time.
There is much about my current circumstances, RT, which I cannot alter, what I can do is make the most of what I have, rather than sitting feeling sorry for myself and letting that bleed into my life, in many harmful ways to both Oothers and me.
To those I have hurt, I apologise from my heart and soul, though realise words are cheap.
I hope, ongoing, to be able to regain and retain the trust others have, and had of me. This will come from actions and not words and I know will not be achievable with some I have hurt.
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Barbecue - Chapter 5
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Posted:Jul 29, 2013 9:30 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2019 6:34 pm 33590 Views
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Chapter Five - Reflection
She slowly surfaced from the depths of slumber, all comfy and warm, snuggled as the covers embraced her achy yet replete body. Uncurling and stretching , suddenly her eyes popped open, looking around wondering where the hell she was, then as flashes of memory returned to her pulling in limbs, head popping off the pillow searching the room, dropping back as with a little gasp she realised she was alone.
Listening hard she could hear no sounds and from the soft light through the window guessed it was evening. A glance around for a bedside clock confirmed this, it was just gone a half past the hour of seven. She wasn’t sure how long she had slept but it must have been a couple of hours. A tumbler of iced water was placed by the clock which she reached for, her mouth feeling all dry and cottony. Sliding up the bed so her back rested against the headboard, keeping the covers over her she held the tumbler in both hands and quickly drank. Replacing it she slid back down trying to get a more coherent memory of her last waking hours.
Lifting the covers she looked down on her nudity; she could feel a cornucopia of sore and achy spots but could actually see little evidence. Once again listening intently and hearing nothing she slipped from the bed, stretched and stood in front of the closet mirror. Turning around and twisting her head to try to see all of herself, all she could come up with were some slight reddened streaks which might be nail trails, some small spots of bruise on breasts and neck. Her hands traced these as she tried to recall the actual details of the individual actions which had left such remnants.
A blush flush rippled across her body bringing heat as well as colour as snatches flared into mind, her body writhing, strings of coarse, gutter obscenities in a voice like hers yet no memory of saying them, intense body buckling orgasms, the memory of them enough to set butterfly echoes off deep inside, releases as never known before. Strong arms, thrusts, floods of fluids, being held, kissed, comforted and cared for.
Then a groan and a fresh flood of blush as she remembered the trip to the bathroom. Being placed, clamped, as water cleansed her, flushed her, the strength of that grip, His body a solid plank behind her, the pressure of that water on her, inside her, on her hyper sensitised skin, in her sex, against her ass, over her sex so soon after being filled by Him, by Word. Not knowing if He fully realised how her body and muscles had reacted, unable to stop it, struggling to wanting to but at the same time knowing she couldn’t hold back, remembering His hand on her bringing her to orgasm again and again till she had once more almost feinted. The eroticism, the embarrassment, she had never even thought of sharing such a situation with a sole or even the possibilities of such a sharing but, she had to admit though she didn’t want to tell anyone about it, it had been incredible. The loss of control in such a way, the lack of choice about being there, the sexiness of such an intimate sharing, the sexiness of the solid strength, the complete knowledge of the arousal, almost able to feel that erection rubbing against her spine.
Not sure what to do or what she wanted to do she slipped back under the safe covers of the bed. She slid a hand down and though tingly she felt clean and fresh, her own touch enough to bring shadowed flashbacks of that so recent time, quickly she moved it away yet couldn’t resist letting a palm lay across her mound as the other gently explored the sensitivity of her breasts and nipples.
Her mind a whirl, what should she do next? What could she do? More importantly what did she want to do? By her own choice and actions she was lying, naked, recently fucked (damn sight more than just fucked, incredibly fucked in fact fucked wasn’t even the right word for it, what the right word was she had no idea, the best she could come up with maybe was possessed but that sounded just creepy), by a man she had only met in the early afternoon of this same day, admittedly basically physically unharmed but lying in that said mans bed in his hotel bedroom.
She had walked with him, talked with him, joked, eaten even as another blush washed through and over her remembering all about the meal and its end, her kneeling to him, promising her service till the sun rose the next day. Another glance at the softening light and the clock confirming this was over 10 hours away. Could she stay in here all that time? Could she, should she, get the hell out of here? There had been not the slightest move from him to imprison her, as she lay there thinking she had to concede he had given her many chances of opting out, had even pre warned her of his desires and intent. Yet that seemed so long ago, so immaterial at the time, in fact all it had done was stoke the flames of her desire. Did he know how to manipulate her that well? How could he? They had never met before and she could not bring herself to believe that she was such a simpleton or naïve woman who could fall for simple or even quite complicated blandishments.
Memories of his smell, the warmth and strength of his body, his smile and humour pulled an answering response to her lips though he was not there to know or see. A memory of a smile, lighting His whole self as she was drifting off to sleep. Recall of being held, carried, softly kissed and cuddled against, sidled its way into her conscious. It must have been him who brought her to rest snuggled here; left the glass of water knowing it would be wanted. It was true he was no ogre but maybe a wizard to have laid such a spell across her. Was she bewitched? She suddenly noticed that with thoughts of him she had started to stroke harder and pluck at her tender breasts and nipples, feel a warming deep down like the slight opening of vents which covered a furnace at rest but still ready to roar again. She shuddered not knowing if she could face such a conflagration so soon again, but also accepting that once tempered in such a fire anything less would never be good enough.
Hearing a click she looked across and saw the bedroom door handle drop and the door itself open. Then He was standing there, covered by His green embroided robe with a comforting smile on His face. Just the sight of Him sent a shiver through her, of excitement, of arousal, of fear? Maybe a cocktail of all three, but she could not deny the throb she suddenly felt deeply under palm resting on her mound. This was the man she had promised herself to.
‘Ah your awake, I wondered how long you were going to sleep. I have checked a few times but decided not to disturb you, to let you come to in your own time. How are you feeling?’
What a question, what the hell was she supposed to say! She was still trying to work that out herself? Well honesty had always been her policy so ‘Uh I don’t actually know. I was just trying to work that out for myself actually.’
He chuckled, that deep rich delicious sound which unfortunately also brought back the memories of His growls. Another tremor of shivers coursed through, a throb at the back of the neck where she knew His teeth had held her and an answering pulsing once more deep below that palm which seemed to have taken on the role of a seismograph measuring the tumult at war within the depths of her body.
‘Well come on in to the main room, I have fresh coffee and soda’s and a selection of stuff I had brought down from the kitchens whilst you slept in case we got hungry.’
He stood at the door watching her, waiting. She looked so delicious within the bounds of the bed, the covers upto her shoulders, he ached in desire for her yet knew he must appear calm and kinda neutral. He could guess at the struggle going on in her mind.
It was one thing to be drawn along in the current of events which had held them in its swift grip since they had met this lunchtime. Its pull speeding them along, deepening, scouring its own now seemingly inevitable course, leading to that maelstrom of surging rapids and churning emotions which had launched them out freefall over the precipice to the tumble of the plunge pool.
Yet now there had been a period of calm, of peace in depths, a comfortable quiet pool allowing reflection. How was she going to emerge? A trembling shy mayfly, ready for flight or like the larvae of the dragon fly steadfastly climbing up to find that spot where it would cling fast, dry and then split to allow the new form of gossamer rainbow wings and sparkling darting delight to take its flight and enthral all who saw it? Giving her some extra time he turned and walked back into the main room, leaving the door wide open.
She watched him turn and leave her. The door as it opened to a west facing room framing a beacon of light. Was she ready to walk into it? Not just walk into it but walk to him totally bare, as she had no clothes! She could feel the towel beneath her; she could use that as a wrap or fashion a toga from the comforter. Pulling back the covers she stood again, naked but more than just bodily bared, naked just like he had carried her to the bed, naked as he had taken her lying across the table, naked as she had knelt and offered herself in spread kneed submission to Him.
Unable to control her embarrassment, knowing she blushed, she paused. He knew her body, intimately, she giggled softly to herself so get a grip, do this. Taking the decision she stepped out and around the bed, through the door and into the main room after all she thought it’s said that fortune favours the brave or was that the bold? Hmm maybe pride comes before a fall might be a better analogy. It appears the only flight had been the thought of flight; she wanted to find out just how it felt to keep stretching those wings and take new lessons in soaring.
He saw her step through into the main room, an obvious blush colouring her cheeks and chest, yet head held proudly up, though eyes flickered down. The tension he had been feeling decreased, muscles relaxed, a transmigration of blood from core to cock firmed it making it shift on his thigh, lift briefly as if lapped by a soft wavelet of desire. His eyes shone as they once more swiftly inventoried the gifts she brought, a tongue slid out to moisten lips suddenly feeling dry. Lips which had fed on, tasted, drunk all it was now seeing and wanting a second, third, fourth god so many more courses and which he had every intention of making sure he got.
A smile on his face he beckoned her over to stand in front of the chair he sat on. She walked obviously trying for nonchalance and almost making it, unfortunately a slight stiffness of limb and the reddened flaring skin not letting her get away with it. She stopped by the side of the chair. Looking up into those green eyes he chuckled and said ‘No tay come and stand just in front of Me, just here’ pointing at a spot a scant foot away from his own feet. She moved and placed hands on hips then moved them to cover her breasts and sex ‘You look like your going to eat me, devour me, your eyes are burning as you look at me, its making me feel all self conscious, like a lamb walking upto a lion.’
‘tay hands down, no, in fact web your fingers together then place them behind your head at the base of your neck, elbows out parallel to your shoulders.’ His voice clear and strong, seeing the dilemma of obedience or obstruction in the muscles of her face, the narrowing of brow. Slowly, hesitantly, the hands lifted, merged, slid behind her head as once more she stepped onto the path of willing obedience.
Standing, so close almost touching, he slid behind her, a firm hand on a shoulder, pulling her more upright, stilling tremors; straightening out the lines of her bent arms so her stance was as he had called for. ‘Now tay, I know this is new for you, each step a virgin footprint on tide smoothed sand. I understand how hard it must be’ chuckles ‘but you have no idea how hard you make it for me.’ Moving closer so His body pressed briefly against her back letting her in fact know just how hard she was making Him.
Stepping back, hands running along the arms, shoulders, across their blades, down her back and over tensed ass cheeks, the backs of her legs, backs of knees, making her shiver, quiver, skin bobbled all over with goose bumps. His voice in her ear, ‘you gifted this to me, of your own desire and will, granted me this access, this body.’ Hands now roamed from behind across the top of her chest, over breasts and belly, briefly catching on and flipping her nipples making her breath catch and spine involuntarily spasm outwards offering for more. Down sides, moving in from hips to follow the converging creases of the body, swirling away and down the front of her legs.
‘I am just checking what’s mine, ensuring no ills, re-acquainting myself with the delicious touch of you, the warm sensual feel of you, and the ultimate texture of you.’ All this in her other ear, hearing the small gasps of breath, the muscle shivers. ‘Your skin is so warm, so soft, your body a delectable delight’ another of those chuckles ‘you know you actually do taste as good as you look’ setting off yet another blush and squirm inside, echoed outwardly. ‘Such a good girl, now go grab a coffee or drink and anything you want to eat. Don’t bother asking if you can wear anything, the answer is no, from now till dawn you will stay in your natural naked state for me to enjoy.’ He swung back a flat palm and gave her a firm stinging Smack on an ass cheek to send her toward the table.
‘Ouch’, she could not stop the word, the sudden quickened step or the hand releasing from its grip at her neck to quickly find and rub across the point of contact. What made her stop then though was another natural response as she whirled to face Him hearing the long deep guttural hard not so pleasant sounding GRRRROWWWLLL which had come from Him. What had she done! His voice had brought a glow inside her and a moistening lower down; she had felt good and now? What the hell had happened for Him to have changed so fast? Her confusion obviously was written wide upon her face as the growling stopped but the look on his face was one of firm, strict neutrality.
‘tay, I did not give permission and you had not asked for permission to move your hands from where I had you place them,’ he explained.
‘What am I, a robot?’ She flared back ‘and how the hell am I supposed to get a drink and something to eat with my hands behind my neck?’ This time her face blushing from frustration and anger rather than any form of pleasure or embarrassment. His face morphed into a smile and a chuckle ‘go get your drink and what you want to eat and we can talk about it.’ Still seething and her ass cheek still smarting she turned hard on her heels and headed off toward the drinks and snacks tray. As she strode off he couldn’t help but admire and warmly chuckle at the hand print still nicely outlined on her pert behind.
She heard the chuckle, its sound just fuelling her anger. How dare he laugh at her, she was doing what he wanted, she was the one it seemed to be giving, she was the one stark naked not him. She was doing her best here and all he can do is bloody well laugh at me. A whole gamut of emotions coursed through her, it had been a complete roller coaster ever since they had met and she didn’t know how much more she could take, whatever she had damn well said, well ok promised to him. Rubbing her smarting cheek she got to the tray and poured herself a mug full of the dark rich wonderfully smelling fresh coffee, feeling she needed the energy she added a couple of spoonfuls of sugar. Spotting the jelly donuts that sugar need peeked and she looked for a plate to put a couple of them on to. Sighing as none around, she wrapped a paper napkin around them and walked back to where he sat watching her. Trying to compose herself to listen to what he had to say but if he damned well laughed at her again she was going to get out of here somehow, even if she had to wear his damn clothes!
She deliberately went to sit on the sofa by him. Placing her coffee and donuts on the table, she half turned to face him, crossed her legs, folded her arms and looked at him, it was all she could do not to tap her foot as well but thought trying to tap a bare foot on a wooden floor would look a bit silly. ‘So ok then, talk.’
To her consternation though, not laughing, in fact with a face trying hard not to smile (she could tell due to the quivering chin and edges of his mouth flickering upwards and then down as he worked for control) His eyes were dancing with amusement. He leaned forward cupped her cheeks in His hands and gently kissed her full on the lips, holding the kiss and her face so she could feel the warmth of the soft lips on hers and her nostrils fill with his subtle male musk. As he broke the kiss and sat back her breath returned in a raggedy inhalation and there had to be a seconds pause, ‘That is so not fair! I was just building up a head of steam and now I am back to being a puddle again. How do you do that?’ In answer he just leaned in again, this time with a hand behind her head to bring her towards him and slip through her hair, fingers astride her pony tail, as once more he laid his lips to hers. His warm deep dancing blue eyes fully focused on hers. Lips this time pressing harder, firmer, signalling her to part her own, which she could not stop herself responding to. Closing her eyes she felt him shift slightly closer, a hand sliding across her arm down to the middle of her lower back pulling her into him. Her head turning as he held and directed till his face was now above, pressing lips, tongue inside with hers dancing, twisting, flicking and then owning her mouth. A soft whimper which he seemed to eat as her arms unfolded, legs uncrossed, hands free one sliding up to run along the side of his face the other to slip into the gap of his robe and rest on the hairs of his chest.
Within his arms, held close, the sensations flickering through her mind of the tickle of soft hairs, the rasp of light stubble, the hard solid beating of his heart, his warmth, his strength, and his assured yet not forced masculinity. She just let go and melted against him as his ownership of her mouth became even more dominant, her head held solid pressed, pulled and moved by his hand, her hand sandwiched between his warm solidity and her own soft breast, repeated moans slipping from her throat into his mouth.
He broke the embrace and kiss. She stayed where she was, looking up at him, hand still caressing a cheek and resting on his chest till suddenly she slapped him lightly on the chest and sat back. ‘Dammit, how do you do that? How the hell can you have turned me into this, this happily, wantonly compliant apparent slut who you can just with a look, a kiss, the very sound of your voice, a growl or a chuckle send me to heights and depths. I knew I was pretty passionate under the surface but you seem to have brought that passion to the very front of me and are playing it like a maestro musician. I am not sure I like being an instrument so easily played.’ She paused ‘well ok that’s not totally true I love the way I am feeling, I have never ever felt this way but I am not sure if I am comfortable with feeling this way.’
His smile didn’t falter but did soften. Taking the hand still on His chest he lifted it to his lips and softly kissed each finger tip, licking at the few spots of sugar still on them from the donuts. ‘Stop it. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this if your response to every question is to just make me squirm more and make me want to stop thinking and just throw myself open and willing to succumb to your every and any desire.’ He raised an eyebrow, spread His knees and patted the base of the couch before picking up a hairbrush she hadn’t noticed resting on the table. ‘Come on kneel down here, I will unravel that braid and brush your hair out whilst you drink that coffee and eat those donuts and I will just talk ok?’ She thought about it, she could really do with that caffeine and sugar, slipping off the couch she knelt between his spread knees facing away from him and reached for her coffee mug. Cupping the mug in her hand she sipped the brew sighed and relaxed, letting her shoulders fall and resting more heavily against the couch, sandwiched between those strong thighs.
She felt His strong confidant fingers slide off the band holding the end of her braid and start to separate out the strands she had woven that morning. Working upwards till the taut root was loosed, she instinctively shook her head to fan out the hair so it fell across her shoulders and leaning forward felt it slide and slip down those top few inches of her back. Firm fingers on her shoulders stopped her then a finger tilting her to lean a bit further forward before He spoke. ‘You have lovely hair, its in wonderful condition, soft, silky, almost satiny’ as all fingers from each hand slid through it from scalp to ends, ‘no split ends, well layered, a dirty blonde, or do they call that ash blonde, with soft reddish streaks through it, I am not sure if they are natural or highlights?
‘All natural, and I must admit its one of my vanities. Took me ages to find the right stylist, someone in tune with what and how I wanted to treat and have it, and he doesn’t come cheap’ she said between sips of her coffee made awkward due to her position. ‘Aahh you see?’ she could feel and hear His smile ‘I knew you were clever that’s exactly the point I was going to make.
There was silence between them as he stopped running her locks through His fingers and replaced them with long regular brush strokes again from crown to tips. Moving from left to right and then back from right to left, just the sound of the brush shushing softly and separating. The weight being lifted so brushed from underside then from on top, rolling her neck slowly as the brush moved, interspersed with minute pauses as she sipped from her mug, savouring the wonderful soft comforting intimacy of the attention, whilst her mind was thinking through what He had said.
The brush stopped and she heard the click of it being placed back down on the table, fingers on shoulders pulling her back to rest once more against the couch, a resistance from her but only briefly so she could put her mug down and reach for one of the donuts, fingers staying on her, moving with her as she leant and returned. Then as earlier, firm but soothing rolling and probing of neck and shoulders muscles, she felt physically so relaxed but her mind still whirled.
‘Ok, so you are some kind of expert not just on hair but on people, and your way of treating and dealing just happens to be in tune with me, but what is the price and how do I know I want to pay it?
‘You have been told what the price is and you are discovering if you want to pay it. There is no fixed treatment, no standard pricing its different for everyone as everyone is different. To keep up the analogy each Stylist is different, each has different specialities and provides certain treatments which they are more or less competent in. Unfortunately in the world of Domination and submission there are also many untrained, semi trained or just complete cowboys who like the name but don’t have the skills so are dangerous in that they can really cause damage and ruin. There are those who just like to get a quick trim or shampoo and set, maybe a one off perm or possibly some colouring, others for who it is their main passion occasionally trying out new styles. A lot of people see or know of the Stylists and like to hear about what can be done but prefer to then judge. To stay safe with the look they have always had and will stick to having their partner or regular friends do it for them, without really knowing the facts but sometimes daydreaming of how a different style would suit them and picturing themselves with it.
Once more she absorbed this, feeling his hands lifting and rolling, moving along shoulders and upper arms, the tight skin of the back. Feeling it warm and relax the continual pressure and release becoming a rhythm that seemed to become the conductor of her body’s flow.
Did she want to pay the price? Did she really want a new style? Was it really a new style at all? After all maybe it was just really her natural style but one she just hadn’t worn till now?
He waited, hands and fingers moving on her skin. Not adding to the pressure, just keeping his presence there. His touch.
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The Barbecue Chapter 4 - The First Scene (Slight Re -write new ending)
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Posted:Apr 12, 2011 11:47 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2013 2:03 am 35118 Views
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4.The First Scene
They simultaneously spotted the trolley emerging from the gap in the hedge, being wheeled along the path by a white jacketed member of room service with an assistant by their side. He was up and to the door by the time they knocked. She was looking at those legs disappearing up inside that robe. Calves strong and muscular, covered by a mesh of fine hairs, he had told her about his years of outdoor hobbies, climbing, hiking, caving, cycling, kayaking even parachuting, he had a tall, slim, tough frame. Would be wrong to call it athletic, but no weed more a comfortable wiry. She had felt the strength of his arms and grip when he had pulled her away from those bikes, firmly held her hand in his, pressed his fingers against her, he did not flaunt his strength but it was there if needed she knew. MMmmm those strong male legs leading upto what had looked in both pants and robe a fine firm male ass, a broad strong chest, a trail of hair leading from just after the hollow of his throat to spread across it as she had seen down his robe when it gaped. Though older than she normally went for, well a lot older in fact, taken all into account a real Male of a Man a mind, humour, confident self assurance without arrogance and with sensitivity to go with it, maybe she should have paid attention to more mature men before.
That was not at the forefront of her mind at the moment, she hadn’t realised but was suddenly so aware of the picture the two room service staff must be getting. As he welcomed them in and joked with them, as they went and laid the dishes she had ordered out, all covered to retain their heat, she could still get wafts of tantalising, salvia generating tummy reminding food. That was not making her face red, it was the fact she was practically naked, covered just by her sundress and absolutely nothing else (she was so aware of her panty less state, she had on occasion gone braless and yes very very rarely like this completely commando but that’s when she was wearing something long or pants, it was the feeling, not the chance of people seeing, she had gone for). That he was so obviously wearing just the robe (well he might have shorts on under it but she really didn’t think so) so the two of them to the waiters were practically naked in what they obviously knew was his room, well chalet in the later afternoon, it wasn’t even close to dusk yet!
Teasingly he looked towards her, it seemed already he knew her well enough to be able to press squirm buttons.
‘Baby, doesn’t that smell wonderful, good job we have worked up an appetite here huh?’ winking so they couldn’t see, damn she would kill him how does he know she doesn’t know either of them? Actually did she? She had been avoiding looking too carefully at them but did so letting out a held breath when she realised she hadn’t seen either of the two before (and hopefully not again soon either). Then she nearly fainted when he asked them to take the laundry bag from the bathroom with them on their way back, she hadn’t thought about it but how was she going to get her underwear back? How was she going to get back without her underwear?
Then it was too late, the door was closing, they were leaving tip in hand from him as well as laundry bag. He walked over to the now cloth covered table with the dishes laid out ready on it. A fresh bottle of wine, snow white napkins, warmed plates and chop sticks. He pulled and held a chair out for her.
‘Sweet lady come sit and dine with me, let us start the slaking of appetites long held back’ said with no smirk, just an open honest innocent looking smile, damn he was good at those but he was not the only player in town.
‘Of course Sir Word I will gladly dine, and partake of dishes I desire, leaving those I wish not aside’ said with grace and a soft smile, no hint of subtext as she moved toward the table, bare feet sliding softly on the bare wood.
She came and sat on the seat he held, shifting it in close so the tablecloth covered her lap. She glanced down and saw her nipples shaming her, standing out all proud from not far below the neck line of her dress, for a second she thought before discounting the idea, of tucking the napkin in there making a joke about being a messy eater but that would only highlight the situation so decided to try to ignore the fact her body was yelling at him that it liked him ..liked him a lot!
He moved behind her, fussing over some details or other then she felt his warm hands across her bared shoulder. One to each side, palms resting one side, fingers the other of her collar bones, not pressing but solid in their weight, a pause a slight increase in the pressure then his voice first on one side then the other, close by an ear. His voice different somehow, stronger, firmer, expecting obedience, used to command, as hands softly massaged.
‘Tay, during this meal I want you to spread your knees wide. Tuck your feet behind each nearest leg of the chair with your knees right over the side, right out wide apart from each other.’ His voice moves side again ‘I know you have nothing on under that dress, absolutely nothing else at all, chuckling, obviously something you did not wish to have so you left off.’ A side switch ‘I want you wide open,’ a slight drop once more in pitch of his voice ‘opened, exposed. Start your flight, start your journey, sit there with your legs wantonly wide open for me throughout the meal.’ And she felt a soft kiss on the crown of her head.
‘What?’ she said trying to turn her head to look at him, firm fingers still relaxing and massaging her neck, had she heard him right? You could not hear that right; instinctively she shut her legs tight, knees touching. How had he known she didn’t have any underwear on? She thought she had been so careful, ok bra was obvious she admitted, but how the hell did he know no panties. Had she given him signals that had crossed, was this her fault? He wanted her to sit here with her legs wide wide open at the table? Just like that? ‘Hey, Jerry uh Word whatever, your kidding right? I know we been getting on well but you are kidding me right this is some kind of joke huh?’
‘Nope no kind of joke,’ Hands still softly massaging thumbs either side of spine, fingers rolling pressing, no threat in it, no force, the sense of his head close to an ear again, the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands.
‘Tay, I have explained about me, I am a Dom. I desire you, want you and I think you feel the same towards me. I control, I know you’re no slut, no easy woman, no quick fuck. You’re a smart lady of intelligence, wit, taste, humour, ability and I am sure a very strong moral compass.’
Those fingers just kept massaging, softly rubbing, melting muscles into butter, moving up the nape of the neck. Her head was lolling from side to side, so relaxed, but those words!
‘Yet you have also said right from the start that your not conventional, you’re your own person, you’ve said I pull a deep primitive response from you, make you as excited as you have ever been’ words once more right bedside an ear moving from side to side, almost whispered ‘you pressed your body firmly to mine, rubbed yourself back and forth across my aroused state, a state make no bones about it caused by you, due to you, but you rubbed, you pressed, you rose to your toes and took a kiss.’
She could feel her knees parting, spreading slightly, he wasn’t hypnotising her, she could think for herself, act for herself, this might be what he wanted, might be what he was asking of her, but hell its what she wanted to do, in fact the more she thought about it would love to do, be so open, hold nothing back, break those unseen bounds set of society and family defined good manners, proper behaviour that had been drummed into her for as long as she could remember. What was the difference, ok this was not a bedroom but it was just the two of them, no one else to see, hear, and know about it. Her knees slid even further apart, feeling thigh now part from thigh. He was right she had said those things; she had done all those things and in doing so had soaked herself, as she was starting to do again..
His voice in her ear, his hands massaging now softly behind her ears, on her brows, eyes almost closed ‘That’s it Tay, spread them, keep them opening, wide, really wide for Me, see, look down the table cloth and napkin are covering you so open, spread wide, hook your ankles behind the legs of your chair, let your knees slide out.’
She could feel the flimsy cover of her dress being pushed further and further back as she did as he bid, the lower hem sliding up the outside of her legs, having to rise slightly and adjust as the bit of dress she was sitting on became overstretched,as she lowered back down the feel of the bare wood of the chair on her bare ass cheeks, inner thighs bared as knees went their different ways. It felt like she was exposing herself for all to see, was such a blatant terrible act, but was also such a liberating one, she could feel the blush she couldn’t control burning her. She hooked her feet behind the chair legs, pressed even further on, knees falling outside the line of her ankles stretching till they were almost half way off either side of her chair. Looking down she saw the table cloth was acting like a curtain to her core. Pushed as far in as she was, as open as she was there was nothing to see from above. Nothing that was if you ignored the two tips of now ultra sensitive buds that felt they would almost burst against the light brush of material as her chest fought to steady her breathing.
Just below that curtain though she could feel her outer lips part, feel the coolness of air wet thighs, lips and depths directly on herself, feel the coolness of air on her wet self. She felt her head being tipped back, open eyed but upside down, saw his face moving down to kiss her softly on the lips, her own responding. As his face lifted a soft smile from him was answered by hers without thought to drive it. She closed her eyes just felt as she sat there, knees, thighs wide spread, opened, exposed, available so easily if opportunity taken, a shiver took her whether of excitement or nerves she couldn’t tell, yet the pulse of wetness she couldn’t hold back gave her a huge clue.
The massaging had stopped, he had gone, and she heard the chair besides her being pulled back. It felt like it was a huge effort to straighten and turn her head, open her eyes to look at him as he settled in His seat. She felt an outer bare knee come into contact with the inside of her leg pressing her ever so slightly, opening that touch more. He settled himself and smiled, took a hand of hers from where it rested on the table and kissed the finger tips lightly.
‘My sweet little one.’ His eyes on hers ‘You delight Me, thank you’ another shudder wracked her, another pulse of wetness seeped out. He rubbed the pads of her fingers gently as he placed her hand back down.
‘Well now for food, whatever you have ordered smells lovely.’ He lifted off all the serving covers exclaiming at the Lemon Chicken, Beef Chow Mien, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls, the Shrimp Lo Mein and the fragrance of the Mushroom Fried Rice coloured by strips of barbequed pork. Moving the dishes so she could reach to serve herself he continued to talk and chat as if there was nothing different, as if his leg was not there keeping her spread, as if the juices were not dripping out of her wide opened sex whilst eating. Each time she leant, stretched or turned slightly to take from a dish she could feel the results transmitted downwards, what normally was taken for granted, unfelt, unnoticed, resulted in micro movements of stretched muscles, of soft, puffed, aroused, wet lips. She tried to focus on what had to be said was excellent Chinese, watching him use his chopsticks like he was born to them, listen to the story he was telling her about when he lived in London in return her telling him tales of her college days. Yet every second she just felt her arousal build, her hunger rise, her willingness soar, her restraint crumble. However good it might have been neither seemed to be in the mood to eat much, a totally different appetite was setting its own demands on them. He soon put his chopsticks down watching and listening to her talk. She was so hyper aware of him, where he looked, what he moved, each and every muscle twitch and flex, even as her own muscles trembled and started to ache from her position.
God he was rampant, under the cover of robe and his portion of the table cloth, his cock was achingly hard. He fought the urge it was sending crying out through his body to ease its torment by the touch of a hand along its throbbing length, by its being smashed deep inside a warm wet willing sheath. He could feel the slickness of his arousal anointing its head; a strand had drooled from the source hole onto His stomach where he could feel it pooling. The warmth of her soft inner leg against his knee, the absolute knowledge that just a little over a foot away was her feminine centre, available, opened by her actions, by her obedience. She had obeyed Him so well. Taken this first step with such little resistance, not the least of the steps ahead but he knew momentum would make those easier. Her blush had been delightful; he had felt the warmth of it through His caressing hands, watched as her legs had opened pushing out of the tablecloth. That return of His kiss the soft, happy, so natural smile in response to his own and what she could not have seen that light in her eyes a trust, a lust an excitement, a fire well set, embers smouldering but ready, when fed enough fuel, given the oxygen of opportunity it was going to rage. He imagined he could almost scent the results of her arousal over the food on the table. Feeling the trembling of her muscles through the contact of his knee he made his next move.
Looking at her he reached out and touched her naked shoulder lightly. Put a finger to his lips then leaning back gave her her next instructions.
‘Take the top line of your dress pull it out and down till it lies just under your breasts then continue with enjoying your meal.’
Her eyes popped, she almost chocked on the mouthful she had been chewing before quickly swallowing it. He just looked at her and smiled once more holding a finger to his lips. She looked into His steady set eyes, a soft smile upon His lips. Unknowingly already obeying Him by keeping her silence she sat at the table, mind trying to focus, trying to think but only His words echoing in a loop around and around were there.
Not breaking the eye contact she placed her chopsticks down on her plate, moved her hands so thumbs slipped under the elastic resting just by her armpits and pulled it out, away from herself then down, totally baring her breasts for him, nipples she had thought already solid crinkling and swelling that tiny touch more at the breath of air upon them, their exposure triggering off yet another wet pulse at the centre of her spread thighs, another wave of blood blush heating her, followed by the raising of Goosebumps, not due to the cold but her bodies sensitivity, its massive arousal. The taught tight tipped globes rising and falling as once more she worked hard to control her breathing, aware that each breath displayed her further making her breasts rise and fall, releasing the top yolk of her dress, now underlining what it had previously colluded to keep from view. She felt his knee slip away from her inner leg, the pressure it had applied suddenly gone, the ache of her thigh muscles involuntary made her close them slightly yet only enough to remove the strain, not to undo what was done, not to revoke his request of her keeping herself as open and bared below as she was now on top.
She watched His eyes on her breasts, could see the lust in them, the slight tensing of facial muscles as He brought that hunger under control. He pushed His chair back a bit, her eyes slipping down could see a definitive shape pressing and lifting His robe, an additional pulse slicked along inner walls to seep out, her heart set the other type of pulse hammering. She wanted to reach out touch that shape, reveal it, stroke it, suck it, impale herself upon it time and time and time again to release the damn erotic tension coiling her body so tight. His eyes followed hers and he chuckled. Leaning forward so elbows rested on the table covering it from her view, she was shocked to hear a small whimper escape from her lips, but its presence could not be wiped from her memory, its length, its width, her eyes shot back to His.
‘You don’t seem to be eating anymore; please don’t let all these foods go to waste.’ Said softly, as He selected an item and lifted it to her lips, she opened her mouth , eyes on His as she accepted His feeding of her, again going on as if nothing had changed, as if her tits weren’t out there, bared, revealed, available, as if she wasn’t just practically naked but naked, spread, bared, exposed at the table with Him, no not with him, for Him. Picking up her chopsticks she toyed at choice items she had placed on her plate, as aware as she had been earlier about her spread thighs now the same with her breasts could feel His eyes watch their movement as she moved. She took some chicken and chewed it whilst reaching for more, not realising that she had fallen into the habit of obeying, that once more she was doing what he had said for her to do, eating and taking His offered morsels..
Her eyes moved from her plate to her breasts, to the curtain of the tablecloth, back to him, wondering what was next. So tense, so erotically super turbo charged, hardly able to contain the trembling her body wanted to break into, her bare ass could feel the surface under her becoming damp, knowing it came from the juices which had run from her. Knowing she was sopping wet. He just sat there looking at her smiling. Watching as she continued to pick at and eat from the dishes on the table.
Damn her tits were wonderful, so gorgeously shaped, a size and firmness he ached to mash and mound under His hand. A finer white than the surrounding creamier coloured skin which obviously got more sun exposure. Aureoles not massive but wonderfully proportioned and each small saucer topped with a bud that looked fit to burst, like a sticky sycamore bud in spring. It almost hurt not to reach out and squeeze, lick, nip anyhow touch them, have them torment them, ravish them. Yet He needed control now, so aroused that he knew the lightest rubs, caress or lick would shred restraint would send cum cascading out from behind its dam, overshooting or breaking through to be free of containment, and that was not going to happen, not yet. Tightening His muscular control, blocking off the channels in His mind as He had practiced so many time with those Tantric exercises he focused on the whole of her.
‘Tell me how you feel?’ he asked as hands go out and break the seal on a fresh pair of chopsticks, sliding the wrapper down as if from a candy bar, slipping them into His fingers. Clicking them together, moving their blunt tips around each other.
‘I feel exposed, dreadfully, frighteningly, incredibly erotically. I feel excited, nervous, tense on the edge of a… of a something I don’t know and can’t see. I am concerned yet controlled, I am trembly almost terrified yet strangely feel safe. I feel so totally aware of me of you of every second yet time seems to have no perspective. Yes, I feel the most self aware, the most self conscious, the most sexually aroused I have ever, ever been.’ she replied looking straight into his steady strong calm warm eyes.
‘Good, as you noticed I am not uh immune to the situation myself, chuckling as eyes flicked to under the waistband of his robe. Tell Me honestly what do you want?’
As he said the last words he leant forward with a hand and captured the nearest hard nipple between the tips of his chopsticks. Using the ends he pressed as he rolled the captured morsel, pulled on it slightly then let it Plop loose.
Eyes wide round with surprise, a shake of head, chest and shoulders as his assault on her registered. The electric shock of the contact on unsuspecting nerve bundles flaring straight to a deep buried control centre. Eyes narrow, hooded with lust, tongue slips out to moisten lips open with the shock, a mooaaannnn vibrating across them sent from deeper, as in secondary response she arched her back, thrust out her chest, no pulse this time but a surge of juices flood out to add to the pool beneath her and on her and in her as knees flex inwards and then out again. Fuck she had almost cum, she had been right on the precipice. A touch harder, longer, more of anything and she would have cum there and then sitting on a chair at the table!
Focusing back on him as that almost tsunami receded, watching his hands and those chopsticks. ‘Umm pardon, I was suddenly distracted, What do I want?’
Grinning his arm snaked out further this time so those tips could reach her other engorged nipple. Capturing it even harder than it had the other, this time crossing and uncrossing with it between them, a hard squeezing flicking. Once, Twice, Three times.
‘HOLY FUCK’ It was out before she knew it, as if she had Turrettes, no control just the explosion of the words as the sensation on her nipple and breast exploded through her body, the control centre this time overwhelmed released an explosion through her, shook and contorted her body, stealing her very breath. Straightening, breathing hard, looking at him sitting back in his seat that damn knowing smile on his face. Aftershocks rippling through her, nipples and breasts demanding more, screaming for attention not present, her own hands rising to cover and protect them, rubbing across them trying to desensitise.
‘Hands Down Tay, Now’ Tone firm, strong, not shouted, just projected, looking across seeing his smile fled, eyes like cold steel bullets. She slowly drops her hands, as she does so his eyes and expression soften till once more he is smiling. Her breasts and nipples still aching, demanding comfort, demanding the sensations denied, trying to help, shifting her shoulders turning them slightly to create movement. As they calm slightly awareness of the hunger from her pussy soars sending flares out to hips, through her belly, down quivering thighs, the active core seeming to heat and spread upwards, outwards unable to ease she just squirms in her wet chair.
‘Tay, are your knees still spread, I am still waiting for you to answer my question?’ back in his warmer softer commanding way. Those damn chopsticks being clicked,clacked and rubbed together as he manipulates them in His fingers.
Realising knees had instinctively closed in the orgasmic rush she quickly spreads them open again, looking at him.
‘I don’t know what I want, she panted, I don’t know what’s possible, if you had told me this morning I would be here now, feeling like this, being like this, presented, exposed like this I would have called … I would have called you a liar, a fantasist, delusional.’ She almost wailed paused, took a deep breath striving for control of thought, of self ,sighs, so hard when so aroused, when sitting with spread knees, pussy exposed, as hot and pulsing as the core of a nuclear reactor, breasts bared and throbbing, sitting in a puddle of her own juices and cum.
She looks down then looks back straight into his eyes ‘I know I want you, I know I need to be fucked’ another pause, another breath eyes flick down then return to his to look steady and straight into them ‘I want you to fuck me, I want us to have sex, no I need us to have sex. I have never ever said that to anyone before, never ever thought, dreamed, I would say it as blatantly as openly to anyone. Please I want you to fuck me..Sir.’ that last word almost slipping out but feeling the right thing to say, she waits watching Him. Her whole self poised, ready, wanting, willing, desperate, needy, greedy.
He pushed His chair back and stood in one easily flowing controlled movement, no smug grin on His face, no triumphal declaration or sign at all. His erection so obvious under its silken covering, He walked around behind her chair, she waited, eyes ahead not trying to follow Him. Why was He saying nothing, why no response to a declaration she had drawn from her soul and put out into the public space of the very air between them?
She felt the caress of silk on the outside of her legs, His breath on her neck, her whole self unable to contain any more the trembling shaking state she had been raised to as suddenly she felt her chair with her on it being lifted. Not a sound from Him as it seemed with ease he picked her and chair up, moved it back away from the table, turned with it in His arms and then placed it down again, a brush of warm soft lips on her neck jolting her, adding to the maelstrom within her. Feet which had slipped from their grips behind the chair legs she quickly returned. Now no covering tablecloth, no cover at all, she sat in an empty space, just her in the full unobstructed view of His eyes, she watched His straight back, that tight ass as he went back to His chair, re-positioned it so it faced hers and then turned and sat.
Sitting back he looked at her for the first time fully exposed to His view. Her braid snaked around and lying across a shoulder, green eyes wide open filled with the smoky whorls of lust, need and desire, soft red lips parted slightly a shy tongue slipping out to moisten them, head held steady on her slim neck, the fluttering flaring pulse in her throat, the expanse of shoulder and upper chest till the twin peaks of her breasts rising and falling in time with her unsteady deep breathing, separated by a steep sided valley of a cleavage, quivering, shimmering, underpinned by the top of her dress all crumpled and creased and rucked.’ Shoulders straight, hands resting palm down on the top of her spread legs, those very legs making a wide v leading the eyes right to their fulcrum. Her pussy, her core, her slit, her cunt, mmmm hoped for, not expected, but now so obviously displayed, lips shaved, smooth, hairless, just a small neat tuft on the crest of her mound. The stretched skin of the inner thighs ending with the firm curving definition of her outer lips, a darker line of the supple connecting tissue then the crinkled purple pink folds of her labial lips, glistening, opened enough at the under hang of their peak to show creamy white fluid seeping from between the hint of pure pink walls. He knew just lightly buried away would be her throbbing erect clit, he licked his own lips he was so going to taste her, drink her, lick her, push his face deep and hard into that glorious warm wet centre, seal his own lips around that tube and suck and swallow every drop he could draw from her. Her thighs quivered, her body shook, she was so ready for him, he was so ready for her, but first.
He sat, His knees comfortably spread, His eyes on her, untied the belt of His robe, opened it to hang loose. His engorged, hard cock springing into view, no longer held down by any coverings, arching parallel to His tight firm stomach. His own body hair shaved and trimmed shaped like an arrow ending as a firm line just above the upper base of His cock, but the cock itself, thighs, heavy ball sac and the crease disappearing under Him all smooth and hair free. He was so erect; the swollen purple head with its single eye bubbled with precum which ran like a sticky stream down the underside of the long broad shaft.
He smiled watching her take in the sight of Him naked, saw how her eyes were drawn, fixed on His cock, her tongue once more sliding out and moistening lips as if tasting Him, fingers on her legs twitching as if to reach out and wrap themselves around it, her pussy contracting then pulsing as even more juices were leaked out to join the predecessors glistening on her thighs and lips or running in a stream down to her ass to drip onto the pool on her chair. He reached out with His own hand and wrapped the fingers tightly around His shaft, unable to restrain a shudder of His own as He did so, moving the hand upwards so sliding the loose outer skin upwards against the tensile steel of the core and then downwards to arch the head out more.
‘So you want me to fuck you?’ shivering again as he hears the soft whimpers she didn’t even seem to be aware she was making, massively enjoying the tightness of His fist as it slowly stroked up and down, the contact strangely giving Him more control. ‘Tuck the bottom hem of your dress into the top under your breasts, all the way around so it’s tidied up and out the way.’ Another long firm low stroke, spilling even more fluid out of His hole and down His cock, watching as she immediately obeyed reaching and tucking left and right, bending forward so her hands can get behind her making her breasts sway, those slim fingered hands running around to the front, straightening herself upright again..
‘I am going to fuck you, this cock in My hand is going to push its way into you, fill you, fill that wet hungry slit your displaying so beautifully for Me. Oh yes I am going to take you, fill you, fuck you, have you, posses you, you can be sure about that, your going to feel Me pound in and out of you, slip, slam, ram in and out of you.’ Damn it looked like she had cum again just at the thought, at hearing His words, another wave had washed out of her! ‘But I want more than a fuck, your worth far more than just a fuck, you are much more than just a fuck.’ He paused again growwwlllllllllling deeply, gutturally at the joint pleasures of His hand on His cock and her so wanton, willing availability, watching the shivers shake her. Loosing His grip on Himself and standing walking the few steps towards her, cock swaying, a thread of precum spooling, spinning slowly down from its head.
A hand softly brushes a cheek; a finger nail runs down the line of her jaw, down the corded muscles of her neck, across her upper chest. Her body alive, on fire along every micro millimetre of His touch. Needing to reach for Him, touch Him find an outlet for all she contained, unable to take much more, a pressure beyond any vessel to contain. That cock smell so close to her, the scent of male musk flooding her, eyes hardly able to focus and see. His words spiralling her to places she had never imagined within herself, out of herself, even when she had read those books, not understanding till know what those words had meant. The rub of his moist finger across her lips, He had collected his precum and used it to wet her lips, His taste as well as His scent was in heras her tongue ran back and forth over the gift He had given. Befuddled mind, clouded with the demands of her body, slowly work through His words. He wants more than a fuck? I am worth more; I am more than a fuck? What is it He wants?
He returns to His chair, sits and looks at her. His voice husky with withheld desire ‘Tay I want you, for this time, for this space I want your service, I want your submission to Me. I want you’re gifting of you to Me, for Me. I will go no place you do not wish to travel, you say the word COBALT and I will immediately stop what ever is happening, but I desire your giving before I take. I never, ever take what is not granted the rights to do so, but once done, what is given is Mine. If you wish to serve Me till day breaks over Uus again strip off that dress to be totally bare to Me in body as well as deed, then kneel in submission. Slip off that chair onto your knees, ass resting on your heels, back straight, shoulders back, hands palm up on legs spread to show gift hold nothing back from sight or offering. Then ask for Me to accept your submission, accept your servitude to Me.
She didn’t hesitate, didn’t blink, no pause for thought or delay. Unhooking her feet and slipping forward to kneel as He had said. The feel of the wooden floor beneath her, the very act of the kneeling, the knowledge of what she was doing freeing her, releasing her from bounds she had not known were there, becoming free whilst at the same time about to bind herself, but in a new way, a different way, a way which was her choice not imposed by the minds and petty concerns of others. Reaching down she took hold of the bunched up dress and dragged it up over her aroused so sensitive breasts, as it caught her nipples an involuntary inhale of breath and shudder wracked her, she pulled it over her head which she shook to free her braid and then dropped it to one side. She felt lifted into a new plane of life, a new existence. So she knelt, naked in body and soul taking up the position he had defined for her and looked at Him who she was making her Master.
‘Please allow me to serve You Sir. Please accept this gift of my total self, I grant you me without limit, to be yours. Given in the trust that you will do me no harm, given in the trust that you will cherish the gift that is so willingly, wantingly given till the sun once more rises above Uus.’ Finishing she held His eyes for a few seconds more then lowered them to look down at His feet and then close.
She felt her chin lifted, a kiss of such tender softness placed on her lips, a softness which shaded slowly up and up into passion, hunger, strength, till her mouth was being plundered, taken, a tongue forced inside to swirl around to push back toward her throat, a throat held in the firm grip of a hand as another had hold of her hair, her braid must be wrapped around it as it was pulled at its roots, held at its roots, fingers iron gripped locked her head as her lips and mouth were totally used, wanting to use her own arms and hands, lifting them to do so, a groowll she knew was of warning vibrating down her throat from HIs, quickly she dropped them, just giving herself into Him, letting Him have what of her He wanted, How he wanted her.
The sealing kiss was broken. She opened her eyes to see Him once more back on His chair, rampant cock like a living presence standing up between His legs, His ball sac hanging heavy and full. From her kneeling position so easy to lean forward and capture it with her mouth, the very thought making saliva run, lips needing licking. Watching her He chuckles, ‘No My little one, when I say, if I say. Now stand and clear the table, I hate a table full of dirty used dishes. Stack them on the buffet and then take and fold the cloth to go with them as well.’
She blinked at Him, at the seemingly strange turn His orders had taken. She hadn’t submitted to Him to be a cleaner, a domestic! She looked at Him sitting with an eyebrow raised, waiting. Standing a little unsteadily she held onto the table as she got up and caught her balance, then started to collect the serving dishes and plates together. Taking them across to the buffet and stacking them neatly, returning for the condiments and sauces and chopsticks till the table was empty then lifting the ends of the tablecloth in so no loose bits would get onto the floor, folding it and placing it with the other stuff. All the time as she moved her state of dress/undress forgotten, it seemed so right, so comfortable now under His gaze whatever state she was in.
As she moved the dishes he watched her knowing soon he was going to be having her, seeing the firm globes of her bum for the first time, the long line of legs melding into hips and thighs and ass, the movement of breasts, arms fingers as she did what was seemingly such a domestic task. It was not going to be a long use this time, he was well aware that He would not be able to hold back much once He sheathed Himself deep inside her. As she moved to fold the tablecloth He stood and lifted away all the chairs from around the table and slipped His robe totally off.
She turned to look at Him as the table was finally cleared, her eyes filled with His own nakedness, His masculine strong shape, His hairy chest and arms and legs, His long broad cock.
‘Now My one’ His deep controlled wonderful voice captured her attention, ‘onto your back on the table, you’re my next course. Feet flat, knees raised and allowed to fall naturally aside, hands behind you holding onto the far edge’
Shivering she climbed as He ordered onto the table on all fours then turned over and lay down, the rough wood against her spine, stretched her arms up and back to take a firm hold on the edge, lifting her legs up, bent at the knees so feet were flat and then letting them naturally fall aside, open, it was incredible to just obey, to not think, to submit to His desire His will His words. Neck bent to raise head she saw Him approach then He must have squatted down as she could not see Him. Instead she felt Him! Nails scored along both sides of thighs, not nasty but firm, dragged along from upper thighs down towards outstretched knees, then hands on the knees holding them so wide apart, her head dropped back with a bump as the sensations flared through her. His touch, the scoring, light marking of Him on her then His tongue flowing across one inner thigh then the other, moist warm and wet on sweaty juice smeared skin and then she cammmmmmmmmmmmmeee His tongue went right up the centre line of her slit, briefly delving into her tunnel, spreading her lips and then pausing to swirl around over the head of her clit. He ate, licked, sucked, drank. Hands welded onto that hard edge as told, hips bucking, body writhing, twisting, turning, ears full of rushing sounds and half words lips opening closing, not knowing what she was screaming but that she was, unaware of where, how, just those hands holding her open, lips, teeth and tongue using her, eating her, drinking her, she knew somehow she was squirting, cumming that her fluids were spraying from her onto His face down her thighs. unable to stop. The feel of teeth jerking her clit up and down its slippery sheath, teeth nipping on labial lips, mouth sealed around her sucking her dry, feeling the suction draw out and pull out, pull., pull all she had, all she was, out of her and into that mouth into Him
Then a break, a pause, a few seconds to get breath, the feel of being dragged down the table a bit, hands taking hold on ankles and lifting legs high and so wide so wide apart, opening her, opening her soul, her slit, her body, herself and then GLORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FFFFFFFFFFFUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK cock plunging in her, filling her, opening her, spreading her, the first thrusts so hard and deep, his body smashing, slapping hard onto her as he reached the maximum depth, being so open, so filled, so complete. So ready for so long, cummingg and just cumming never having known someone could feel like this, His massive thrusting stroke after stroke after stroke, slipping her into a space she had never been before, where all was observed, felt, yet separate, aware how body was being used, fucked, taken, screwed and wanting it so, that it writhed and came, as if floating free observing, feeling, responding with absolutely no control or mindful restraint, no ability to link action with reaction, conscious yet desperate for more, for whatever. Knowing His hands and teeth and lips moved over her, bites, licks, fingers, on throat, squeezed breasts, pinched, pulled, gnawed, twisted nipples, nails scratching, clawing skin, feeling them slip under and raise her ass cheeks, her back, sliding back and forth on the wood of the table. Her hands still fixed gripped on the table, hips wetly and hard slapping into hers, her legs being manipulated it was so much, so good, so intense, she let herself just slip away into it. No control, no will to control just sensation, experience, fulfilment, warmth a vessel filled as it should by Him for Him then suddenly that final swelling, the extra throb and His cum each jet like a fire hose exploding within, making a flood into a tsunami between her legs setting off another even harder response within herself, she couldn’t contain it, it felt like she peeled from her body whilst He filled it with His seed, an exploding nova surrounded by the peace and welcome of the universe.
He held himself on trembling arms above her body; hands flat either side of her trunk. Still deeply sheathed, though spent, cock hard and throbbing contained inside that tight though now so pearly slick delicious slit. Chest heaving, body demanding oxygen, heart hammering, as forcefully as a minute ago He had been pounding into her.
Sweat soaked him, creating a coating cocktail on cheeks and chest and chin with the juices which had splashed in waves across His face as he had eaten of her, from her. The cool air from the ac unit lifting it in evaporation making skin shudders mingle with muscle shakes as he calmed down from the precipice reached. Looking down seeing the shimmer of eyeballs under still closed lids, remembering the sight of them rolling up and back as she was subsumed into the ecstasy of the act. Her arms still in the ordered stance, whitened knuckles clamped like vices to the edge of the table behind her. The shuddering soft rise and fall of chest with positioned flattened breasts, each summated by a still engorged bud. The marks of His passion on those breasts, sides, neck where hands, fingers, nails and teeth had gorged as hips and legs had teamed to drive a rampant cock when the beast within had finally been liberated, unable, unwilling to be shackled under the response of her body to His taking, to His feasting.
Pulse slowing, still not wanting to slip from her yet. The drip of their combined passions like rivulets down His thighs and balls, her legs draped either side of Him hanging floppily loose off the edge of the table. A puddle on the floor between His own firmly grounded feet. Leaning forward he reached up and carefully prised each finger from its anchor, as He did her arms flowed up around His neck trying to pull Him down onto her, but no strength within them. He yielded though and briefly lowered himself so they became fused from crotch to chest placing a gentle soft kiss upon her slightly parted lips. His eyes on hers watching them flutter open briefly before closing once more and those arms trying to wrap Him, hold Him closer. He pulled up breaking her grip; a soft moan slipped from her making Him smile softly as he took a hold of her hips and slid Himself out of her creating a shudder to ripple through her body and a louder cry of loss to loose from her lips.
Sliding a hand under her back and another under her legs he lifted her from the table. She was so limp, warm and slick within His arms as He carried her to the bathroom. His cock, now semi soft and released from her furnace swayed and swung under her, a length of slippery, slidey cartilage against His thighs, His balls a swamp. Carefully turning her in His arms he knelt and positioned her astride the bidet, holding her back upright and quickly slipping onto it behind her. Reaching around, noting her eyes now half open a confused look on her face, He turned on the faucet to maximum power, wriggling her forward so the resultant jet struck her pussy centrally, like an arrow smacking straight into the centre of the gold on a target. As she screamed loudly in surprise sliding His legs around to clamp hers on either side of the porcelain and wrapping an arm around to trap her He held her forcefully in place so that stream jetted right into and onto her so sensitive sex. Holding her hard limiting her struggles to escape the deluge, her cries loud in His ear, He whispered to her. ‘Remember your submission, your vow, your Mine, you have given yourself in totality, now relax, stop fighting Me,’ a soft sibilant growwllllllll ‘give as you have started to give, serve as you have committed.’ Feeling a shudder wrack through her at the growl His teeth once more clamped firmly on her neck.
With spare hand and subtle presses on her body by His own he reached down and used the strong stream to wash down her thighs, to open lips allowing the jet to flood deep into her, directing it to thunder against the dark whorled seal of her asshole, up and down swollen puffed lips, the tissue he knew would be so sensitive, the sensation so wicked. Feeling her struggles subside into writhes of a different nature as she realised she could not escape or avoid, a babble of ‘oh no, oh no, no no no please no, oh god no, pleaseee,’ a stream from her lips to add to the stream between her legs. Arm and legs still clamped hard around her, as totally solid once more His cock was pressed against the bumps and knobs of her spine, so aroused by her struggles and cries and growing submission to the situation. He moved a finger to her clit, finding its still engorged nub and holding her as the stream was directed right up and into her, pressed ,rubbed, circled frigging her hard and fast. Feeling the tension grow in her body, the muscles, her whole frame tightening, once more her body bucking, fighting His ‘No NO NO I cant take it please no no more I cant, cant, I just fucking cant’ and then those moments of rigidity followed by wracking shudders, grunts of orgasm as hard as she was held the jerking of hips, thighs against Him up and down as her body gave the lie to her words, she was made to cum and cum again until feeling her once more slacken and become loose in His arms He relented and turned off the tap.
Unclamping legs and arm He reached up and soothed a hand over her brow, her body limp against Him just small whimpers and cries. He lifted a leg around so He could hold her couched to His chest, lay His lips against brow and on her head, able to lean with her enough to snag a towel from the rail and then lifting her, kicking open the door to the bedroom lay her briefly down on the comforter whilst pulled back the other side and spread the towel, rolling her gently across onto it. Her eyes were part open, watching Him, yet she said no words as she curled up on the mattress. He gave her a huge soft smile putting all He felt for her into it and saw a slight small smile in return. Quickly slipping back into the other room he got some ice and added water, brought it to her and lifted her so she could drink, holding both the glass and her as she gulped thirstily. Then lay her back down curling up and spooning their bodies together, pulling the comforter up around them, softly stroking a shoulder, back, neck, brow making soft noises till He felt her relax and her breathing slow and deepen as she slipped into slumber. Once sure she was deeply enough asleep he slipped away, tucked the covers around her and padded back into the main room to tidy up and then relax as well, spending the time to think through what next.
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The barbecue Chapter 3 - The Scene Setting
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Posted:Apr 12, 2011 11:45 am
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3. The Scene Setting
They had been walking along a high wire mesh fence with planting on the other side completely obscuring any view beyond it. A gate appeared and he stopped, disengaged his arm from around her and entered a series of numbers onto a pad by the gate unlocking it with a solid thunk. ‘This is my hotel; residents are given access codes so we can get out onto the beach through the grounds.’ He took her hand and led her through, using a foot to swing it back closed. Still holding her hand he led her along a levelled gravelled path which occasionally had branches going off, each one was marked by a number and the bifurcating trail led through more tall plantings apparently to a building as she could see a roof but not any other sign of it. Turning off at one of these he continued to lead her along the now slightly narrower path through the concealing undergrowth. Suddenly they entered a cleared space around a broad low, stone built chalet. There were two big almost ground to ceiling picture windows separated by a wooden door which he led them upto and again entered a code to unlock.
‘I need to change my trousers and thought you might like some time to freshen up as well before we head upto the main building. These chalet suites are available for the longer term residents, more personable if you have to spend an extended stay here than just some anonymous room, and I enjoy the privacy of them as well. It’s great I get the full benefits of maid and room service without the hassle. The staff don’t come down if the resident is in unless asked to.’ He explained as pushing the door he stood back to hold it open for her to pass. She brushed past him, eyes alight and interested as she took off those ridiculous sunglasses. She had been to the main hotel building a few times and had heard about these chalets but had never seen them as they weren’t in sight from the parts she had been in.
It was cool and refreshing after the heat and brightness of the day outside. Taking a few steps in she stopped and looked around. The floor was wood, covered in places with tasteful splashes of colour made by a variety of rugs. One side was obviously the dining area as it held solid looking table and chairs with a buffet nearby, the other the lounge a long deep sofa with occasional cushions and a comfortable arm chair, coffee table, entertainment complex with a big wide screen TV. The walls were left as rough stone with some pretty innocuous pictures on them; there was what was obviously a work desk with a laptop and lamp on it and a few other smaller tables with either candles or vases or decorative objects on them. There was a feeling of space from the high ceilings with pendant lights dropping from them but homely due to the pretty rustic décor, two doors in the back wall obviously led to a bathroom and she guessed the bedroom.
He watched her from the door as she stood and surveyed the room, softly closing it behind them. She looked incredible, her pale skin, the long braid hanging down her back, arms, legs, shoulders bare. Once more he felt his cock swell and rise within the light confines of his trousers. In his mind she stood there naked, vulnerable but willing, offering herself to him for his inspection. He shook his head hard to dispel the direction his thoughts were taking him, instead walked towards his bedroom door.
‘Tay, I am going to change.’ He told her ‘the bathroom is through there’ pointing to the door next to the one to his bedroom ‘feel free to make use of its facilities to freshen up, if you want a drink the left side of the buffet contains a hidden fridge with an ice maker, help yourself to whatever you might want’ and disappeared from her view.
Undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt he pulled it off over his head and dropped it onto the bed, slipped off his trainers standing barefoot on the carpeted bedroom floor, undid his trousers, standing first on one leg then the other pulled them off and tossed them so they could join the shirt. Totally naked he felt the cool of the air conditioning on his heated skin and groin, his chest hairs uncurling in their new freedom.. He ran his hands across his chest, down arms and across stomach and thighs, as always savouring the feeling of nudity, he had never had a body image problem, always been comfortable naked. He walked over to the closet and chose Levi’s and a tight fitting T shirt to put on, reaching for his robe he decided he needed a shower before putting on clean clothes. Turning to the interconnecting door for the bathroom he pressed down on the handle, cracked the door and heard the sound of running water. Tay must be in there! He quickly resealed the door and sat on the bed, the thought of her freshening up next door, possibly naked or partially so arousing him, he couldn’t sit here letting his imagination run riot. Tying the belt of his robe he went back out to the main room, the soles of his feet registering the move from soft to hard as they went from carpet to wood, he padded across to the buffet opened the door and bent looking for a bottle of Chablis he knew was there. Not finding it where he expected he stood up and scanned the room, spotting an ice bucket with a bottle just protruding from it and a pair of glasses, both still empty over on the table by the sofa. Chuckling he walked over, noticing that the bottle was still unopened turned mid stride and found the corkscrew in the buffet draw and went to open the bottle. Drawing the cork with a clear loud Pplloop he put the bottle back into its bed of ice.
Turning he looked around, then went and pulled the slatted blinds across both the long windows, adjusting the angle of the slats reducing the glare from outside but letting enough clear light in so there was no need of artificial light. Sighing he looked at the seating deciding on the arm chair flopped down into it.
As he had disappeared into what was obviously his bedroom she had suddenly realised how much she did feel the need to freshen up. But at the mention of drink, though she wasn’t usually much of a drinker decided she, well they, could most probably both do with one. She headed for the buffet, finding a bottle of white wine inside the fridge she spotted the ice bucket, filling it almost to the brim with scoops of the wonderfully cold refreshing ice (she couldn’t resist taking a cube and running it over her sun heated face and shoulders feeling it melt and seeing trails of dust and sand form as the drops trickled) she grabbed two glasses from the selection available, carrying all across to the table and setting them there before heading fast into the bathroom. Spotting the sink she didn’t bother looking about just run the cold faucet, cupping her hands and splashing her face, damn that felt good, very very good. She thought she heard the sound of the door opening, straightening she turned but the door was shut firm. She looked into the mirror set above the sink and gasped as she saw first her own reflection then what it was reflecting about the room she was in. Turning she surveyed an incredible bathroom. It was all tiled, the floor in a black slate like material the walls in a combination of green and white in flowing rippling lines and patterns, the very tiles themselves were not flat but curves making it all so soothing. Where there were patches of white they would be broken by a green plant in a wall holder, where green was predominating there was a thick white candle. The lights were inset into the ceiling and the back wall was a sheet of glass showing the back of the cottage, a solid curving wall of dense privet hedge acting as a backdrop to a modern freeform stone sculpture. There was a second door, obviously interconnecting with the bedroom but she checked it and that to was shut.
The furnishings were also great, apart from the usual pedestal and broad sink, there was a damn big sunken bath which looked more like a cross between a hot tub and a giant sized paddling pool, a bidet, what looked like a massive walk in shower with spray nozzles set from ankle to above head height, an inside door which as she peered through looked like it led into a small sauna which also faced and could be accessed from the back yard, two giant well stocked towel rails close by an almost floor to ceiling 4ft wide mirror which was flanked by a sturdy dark oak own mirror topped dressing table.
She went back to the main door and clicked the lock, doing the same on the interconnecting one. Going over to some controls by the back window she found she could black out the glass, as it darkened the lights automatically brightened. Once she felt secure from eyes she reached down gathered up her dress and pulled it free up over her head. Looking into the mirror she could see she had caught the sun a bit on the bared portions of her skin. Being a natural redhead she burnt easily so had slathed on the sunblock before going to Pete’s what now seemed days ago. She bent to unlace her sandals so stood there in just her underwear. She had been right her thong was a mess, she felt sticky and hot and gritty all over, well Word had said to make full use of the facilities, so a quick shower would be ok, she smiled to herself, it was something they both might appreciate her having.
She quickly stripped off and walked over to the shower checking out the controls, setting them for a nice warm heat and a steady hard water pressure before slipping into the welcoming embrace. Damn that felt brilliant, raising her arms before slipping them behind her head, turning slowly, the warmth, the freshness, feeling the water slough off layers she didn’t want, making her feel like she was emerging fresh from a cocoon. Hands slid down from behind her neck, curving over and then under her breasts, across stomach and sides, angling in from hips to thighs, bending down along each leg, completely enveloped as she did so, water striking and bouncing off her ass cheeks, thighs, back, breasts sooo good. Using both hands to circle a leg high up and run them down like a scourer right to the ankle and through to the foot, then the other. Boy she had needed this but hadn’t realised how much. Standing straight again, circling her head and neck, hands back over breasts, fingers caressing nipples plucking lightly on the firm buds. The shudder of lust that coursed through her took her breath away, shocked at her arousal, her sensitivity, suddenly thrown as muscles involuntary went into short spasms. Fuck, suddenly squeezing harder, pulling and turning them. Head thrown back chest thrusting out to meet her grip surrounded by warm stinging freshness, her mind a whirl not her hands, but his, lips plucking, licking, no story just snapshots, sensations, the ache and slippery slickness between her thighs needing attention, hand rushing in response, length of finger parts lips, opens folds another shudder, bodies demands taking control, firm rubs across so ready clit, a finger tip pressing just inside, circling then penetrating deep and ohhh fuckk a gush of response a knee bending release, hands away resting on wall of shower head bowed still coddled by the warmth of the water, the afterflow of that sudden intense orgasm lapping up and down the walls of her soul, breath hard, chest heaving, where the hell had that come from? Damn, she knew she had been aroused but, well damn! and so so quick. Recovering and straightening she found some body wash quickly soaped, careful not to set off any further occurrences and rinsed off then stood for just a little bit longer under that flood recovering that clean freshness.
She stepped out and stopped the shower, grabbed and wrapped a big clean towel around her pulled out the stool of the vanity table, flopped down onto it, head down recovering, recuperating, Phew, slowly dabbing, rubbing herself dry. What was she doing here, what was she letting herself in for? This was so not the day she had been planning when she had been drinking her coffee this morning, she had just cum! and cum big whilst showering in this mans hotel room! A man she had only met a couple of hours ago who had already admitted he was a sexual Dominant and enjoyed what most people would call kinky sex who was in the room next door waiting for her!
Shaking her head and smiling she rose and looked in the mirror, dropped the towel and turned left and right head over shoulder to follow the reflection. She was happy with her looks, maybe a few less freckles and a skin that didn’t react to the sun so quick would be better but hey the basics were good, did she want to share this with him? Did she really want to fly as she had told him? had she already dropped from the nest and was tumbling trying to find the wind under her wings? She reviewed the last few hours; they had happened she couldn’t deny them. He excited her, had from the start, aroused her, intrigued her, made her feel special, made her feel wanted, safe, snug, sexy, strangely made her feel respected for being her and that was an unusual one and added together that made her feel as horny as a she cat on the prowel. She still didn’t know what she wanted but she was not going to turn back, she had stepped onto this escalator willingly and was going to see where the ride took her.
She finished drying and tidied the towels, looked at her underwear and shuddered at the thought of putting that thong back on now she was all clean and fresh. Spotting the laundry basket she dropped it in, giggling at the thought of what the laundry staff would make of that, with a sudden decision she added her bra. Lifting her dress, she looked at it. To be honest she would rather not put that back on either but she couldn’t wear a towel out, lifting it over her head she wriggled and pulled it down her still slightly damp body, straightening and twisting it back into place. Lucky she wasn’t much of a makeup girl, she would have liked to make a few touches but hey that wasn’t going to be possible stepping back she did one final review, hmm well it was obvious she was now braless but, as she turned plucking here and there to settle it as she wanted, as a wicked grin slipped across her face maybe that wasn’t really going to be an issue for long anyway, yup she was going to see just how many floors this escalator ride was going. One last look around, she bent down picked up her sandals by their laces walked to the door, unsnapped the lock, head back shoulders straight she went back out to him.
Hearing the door unlock, he snapped back from his introspection. He knew how he reacted to this tornado which had twisted up his life in such a snatch of time, but had been thinking about how to handle what happened next. He wanted her, ached, hungered for her but didn’t want to drive or turn her from the path they were on, didn’t want to hurt, disappoint her. He could only be himself but had to tread each step forward carefully, they had just met, she was vanilla (well she hadn’t said otherwise) he must not let his desires outstretch his behaviours. Standing, he turned to welcome her back a smile on his face. Immediately taking in the fresh glow he realised she must have showered, standing there barefoot with her sandals dangling, her cute face alight with a grin, hair damp, dress tight, a nubile wonderful nymph, his eyes widened realising that she had discarded her bra but he made no comment.
‘Welcome back, you have taken what was already wonderful and refreshed it as if brushed with the dew of morning.’ Letting his eyes and face show he so appreciated her. He sat back down in the chair and indicated the sofa close by ‘here, come and sit down, I was waiting for you before I poured what you had selected, though I did go ahead and open it, I would have made a useless boy scout but I do like to be prepared.’
‘Thanks, that is an incredible bathroom would love one like that at home, I didn’t set out to but really needed a shower, it was quite an experience in there.’ smiling, though he didn’t realise, at her own joke
He poured the wine as she came over and he noticed how carefully she sat down on the low soft seat crossing her legs before she pushed back, pondering and smiling internally, feeling his cock thicken under his robe at his suspicions. ‘I was thinking that rather than go upto the main restaurant we could eat here if you liked? They will deliver anything that’s on the menu, I am not particularly hungry but why don’t you order for both of us whilst I take a turn having a shower, whenever I look at you I think I need to cool off.’ He grinned and rose, bent picked up his wine glass, knowing the robe would gape slightly, catching her quick glance, he sipped. ‘Don’t feel you have to I just thought it would be nicer here with just the two of us.’ Sipping his wine once more before bending to place the glass on the low table.
She picked up the menu, a blush on her face from the caught peek down his robe ‘ok I’ll take a look.’
Keeping his door partly opened, he stripped the robe off, dropped it on the bed, picked up his top and pants from earlier tried the bathroom connecting door, finding it locked, he opened it from his side, went through leaving that one also partly open. Opening the laundry basket he was about to drop the clothes in when he paused, leant over and looked inside, there on the top of earlier left clothes was a bunched up tangled what looked like string but must have been a thong, looking closer a damp soiled thong and a bra. Now he was not into x dressing and had had no other female company (or male come to that) who might have discarded their underwear, so those could only have come from one other source. That source was now sitting carefully on the sofa sipping wine with firmly crossed legs. Smiling he dropped in his dirty clothes went over to the shower, adjusted it to his normal preferences and stepped in. Soaping off, cleaning body and hair in the deluge, so aware she had just been in here naked, a small confident feeling of the way forward resolving in his mind.
Towelling off vigorously he walked back to his room, he looked down at the clothes he had chosen earlier and the just discarded robe. A soft smile spread across the face, he opened his clothes closet and instead took out another robe, this one of a dark shimmering green shot silk with embroidered copies of text and pictures from the book of Kells on the hems, collar and lapels, slipped it on, it reached to just above his knees, tying the belt, stopping only to lightly touch some cologne to his warm clean skin, picking up his glass he walked back into the main room.
She was just putting down the phone from calling the kitchens as he strolled confidentially in. She smiled, eyes widening seeing him, her nostrils flaring slightly to take in the scent of clean fresh male with a touch of warm musky spice. ‘Well that’s seems appropriate, I have just ordered Chinese, I decided staying here was best and seeing how your dressed I made a good call, you said you weren’t very hungry so I thought a selection of dishes would be good. I like the robe, where’s it from, sure I have seen some of that decoration on it before?’
So whilst they waited for the disruption of the arrival of the food they continued to build their space, the knowledge of each other. Two strangers just a few hours ago, now separated only by the thinnest, finest material, the slightest, lightest barrier. Knowing the other was draped, concealed by so little, so close, a slip, a clumsy wrong move so potentially revealing but then maybe the greatest barriers had already been over come. Laughter, a hand reaching out to touch a sleeve, a bare knee, a shoulder, hands colliding when close set wine glasses are reached for; this time a hiatus, a before as well as an after, every minute passing a progression towards a something both wanted, desired yet for differing reasons did not, dared not define.
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The Barbecue Chapter 2 - The getting to know
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Posted:Apr 12, 2011 11:43 am
Last Updated:Sep 8, 2013 8:39 am 32780 Views
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2. The Getting to Know
In unconscious time with each other they descended the stairs from the deck. Stopping and looking around seeing nothing but happy self content groups and playing, he decided he didn’t want to share her company. A light touch to her arm got her attention, he turned and led her towards where he had been sitting, placing his drink down and getting another chair placing it close to his, angled so she mainly faced him and not the rest of the party.
Making an over extravagant show of the gallantry he pretended to dust off the chair before bowing over it ‘Would m’lady care to sit?’ he asked, smiling, rising and stepping back towards his own chair. He waited as she smiled bobbed a curtsy once more and then smoothing the back of her dress across her firm ass sat, leaned back and casually, sensually slipped one leg firmly across the other.
‘Actually’ she said ‘it’s Mademoiselle. There is no significant other.’ Looking around the partying people ‘As I said I am not a traditionalist and as such seem to unsettle some and aggravate others’ sighs ‘ but I like being me and am comfortable with it’ turning her eyes back to him
He took his own seat and raised his glass in toast, eyes safe behind mirrors slipping along the length of revealed thigh her short dress and sitting position gave him. Noting wryly no attempt was being made to pull its hem down or spread the folds further to increase their coverage.
‘To Self. To new beginnings and the opening of (a slight pause) opportunities’ he said watching as she giggled, smiled, repeated his toast and both sipped. ‘I am Jerry by the way, there are longer and shorter versions of my full name and indeed other names I can and am called, but Jerry is the one most use.’
‘Call me Tay she said, short for Taylor. So what would you prefer me to call you or do I fit into the category of most?’ she smiled softly, she seemed to be big on smiles and pretty hot on giggles as well.
‘Hmm, well you definitely would be placed into my most categories, most attractive, most personable, but no not the general overarching most people one.’ In his mind he knew what he wanted her to call him. Sir, Master, her One as she knelt naked at His feet, back straight, knees wide spread, palms upturned resting on them, head straight, eyes lowered. He forced the image and thought away. ‘Well for now choose your own name to call me, after all you came to my rescue and deserve some reward, small though it is, it is what I can give.’
‘Well you do have a way with words, in fact you seem to use them as an artist would their tools, not sure if that’s a Brit thing or just a you thing, so I will call you my Wordcrafter, Word for short. She laughed and raised her glass ‘To Sir Word’ he raised his glass in response and took a large sip as if his mouth had just gone dry.
As they talked and joked back and fore the rest of the barbecue seemed to fade away. Noting the drinks were drained he went and got a whole pitcher of margarita, as he walked back he could not tear his eyes from her sitting there waiting, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Such an attractive, delicious, delightful lady, she was intelligent, opinionated and quick witted. Grinning to himself he couldn’t see what she might see in him but was not going to worry or question what it was just make the best of it. As he got closer she turned sensing him
‘What’s’ the big joke?’ she asked ‘You have a smile the Cheshire Cat would have been proud of across that face of yours’
‘Ahh no joke, just the joy from the pleasure I am gaining from your company, both visual and mental’ He replied pouring from the jug, then whipping off his glasses and making an obvious show of letting his eyes run up along her from lace entwined ankles to baseball cap covered crown , then down that fraction to capture her green orbs with his blue, a shade that seemed like a lighthouse to radiate confidence, then mirth, then strength suddenly lost as he covered them with their mirrors.
Her eyes widened feeling what was obviously such a long lascivious eye lapping, the slightest of shivers and this time the unmistakable rising of Goosebumps accompanied by a blush. ‘Hey no fair! I can’t see your eyes so can’t tell if you’re teasing or joking. It’s not nice to tease you know?’ maybe coming out a bit harsher than she intended but her response to this crazy Brit was really unsettling her.
She had spotted him on arrival when chatting to Pete by the drinks, looking out over the yard. Had asked him who this guy was, she couldn’t remember ever seeing him before. Not that that would be such a surprise. She only came to these parties to pick up possible contacts for commissions
Pete had dismissed him as some Brit from work whom he had taken pity on when he heard he was alone at his hotel this weekend. As he had continued to talk she had zoned him out and watched this mysterious Brit sip his drink and smile as he seemed to watch everyone and everything. Making her excuse as the need to mingle and let Pete welcome more guests she had walked out to the deck and down to the yard. She has seen the Brit guy’s immediate awareness of her, making her smile softly more inside than out, though she didn’t understand why. Yes ok she was attractive, she was frequently told that, but looking around she could see a number of women who she would have called stunning or more amenable to a males eyes. She had walked about greeting the few she knew and being nice to more people than she wanted to, but business was business, she had always been aware of his eyes surreptitiously following her. Strangely she hadn’t felt threatened or weirded out as she usually would with a guys attention like that, surprisingly she felt, aroused.
Out of the corner of an eye she had seen him suddenly start when he had raised his empty glass to his lips and then laugh at himself before getting up, obviously to get a refill. It was the laugh that had firmed her decision to follow him and discover more about this man who seemed to be making her tingle. It had taken her a minute to extract herself from the company she was with by which time he had disappeared inside; she had hurried to catch up. Moving into the dark from the bright sunshine immediately realising that no one was there. She had glimpsed movement disappearing down a corridor and followed, for some reason making sure to move as quietly as possible, not hard on those thick carpets. He seemed to be looking for something or someone, guessing what it must be she had sneaked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
The subsequent encounter had been like nothing she had expected, his clean male musk, the slightly different cut of clothes, that deep Brit voice, humour, witty self depreciating comments. His embarrassment yet rapid recovery to confident self assurance without being egotistical and that growl she had heard through the bathroom door what had that been about? It had sent shivers down her spine, nipples had immediately hardened and a throbbing pulse of heat and responsive arousal had suddenly flooded throughout her. Originating from deep within it had been a pure animalistic response, something left over from much more primitive times. The reverberations of that pulse had never faded. She guessed it was like the aftershocks which came on the heels of a major earthquake. Those aftershocks had directed her responses to his flirtatious comments, to her confident almost brazen presentation of herself to him. She normally took much longer to be comfortable with a man, to look on them as more than just another person, as someone she would want to, well lets be honest possibly bed with. However this guy, her Word, well wow! She surprised herself to realise she just wasn’t thinking about having sex with this man, she wanted sex with this man and not just sex but SEX yes in capitals, bold and italics! This just didn’t happen on a first meeting; rarely even a first date and they hadn’t even left the garden! There she was looking at him, snapping at him after he has just letched her whole body in the most delightful, gentlemanly, blood thumping, and heart throbbing, pussy wetting way.
He slipped the glasses from his eyes squinting slightly against the brightness of the light. ‘I am not teasing, or joking, merely telling the truth as I see it’ a soft sincere smile crosses his lips ‘I am really, really enjoying your company a very attractive lady with a personality and mind that does not just flatter the physical but to me enhances and surpasses it. What say we finish this jug then depart for somewhere a bit quieter?’ At his words both become more aware of the increasing noise and hectic activity which must have been growing in clamour around them yet to which they had been impervious, now just a distracting, annoying intrusion. Each looking to the other there was an unspoken agreement, a quick draining of glasses, top ups, quickly emptied, jug and glasses left safe on a nearby table and they slipped away, her leading them through some nearby trees to a yard gate, once through out to the street.
‘I don’t think I should drive’ she said giggling ‘Those last few ‘ritas definitely went down quick, I’m parked a bit of a way down the road, it was busy when I got here, my cell is in the car we can phone for a cab’
‘A cab, to where?’ He looked across at her ‘My hotel is not far, just through the woods and along the beach a bit. How about going there and getting something to eat to absorb the alcohol, they have a really good cook?’ Keeping his eyes firmly on hers and smiling warmly, confidently he reaches out a hand.
She looks at it strong, large, a safe hand, not reaching to grab or take just offering itself, smiling she places her own small offering within its firm dry grasp, head dips then raises to look up at him eyes shaded by the brow of her cap on her face a smile which once more the Cheshire cat would have died to have.
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My Wench's Collaring
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Posted:Oct 2, 2006 7:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2020 2:25 am 32440 Views
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TheWordcrafter1 (M) walks back in..dressed in a suit of dark brown smooth supple leather...crisp white shirt and leather tie brown shoes gleaming bright
TheWordcrafter1 (M) walks to luv and huggs the very so special guest
secret_subslut4u (F) grins watching Word Sir
Eagers_luv (F) walks over to Word, very nice attire, perfect .............
Eagers_luv (F) Hugsss back to Word, i am honored to attend such an amazing blessing my dear Friend
TheWordcrafter1 (M) thanks luv with another hugg and goes places case on the table in the centre of the floor..then returns to His chair
Eagers_luv (F) <<<walks up and takes her seat a few seats from Word. sitting gracefully
Eagers_luv (F) <<<sits eagerly awaiting her arrival. preparing her seat
TheWordcrafter1 (M) sits quietly sipping his Malt
TheWordcrafter1 (M) turns to luv ..so glad you could be here you know how much you mean to both of U/us
Eagers_luv (F) Smiles softly back to Word, Sir You know i would never have missed it for the world. both she and You are so very dear to me.
TheWordcrafter1 (M) sits up straighter..eases wrinkles out of his pants legs
secret_subslut4u (F) wipes a tear of excitement
huntressrenewed (F) huntressrenewed comes into the room .
Rider42 (C) hiya Word.......dont be nervous now
secret_subslut4u (F) holds Rider Sir tight, am so happy for her
TheWordcrafter1 (M) looks up and see His lady enter..smiles
Eagers_luv (F) **runs over to the mirror to adjust my lacing along my dress.
Rider42 (C) hiya hunt...hugs and kisses.....holds you @ arms legnth....smiles big @ you
secret_subslut4u (F) watches the beautiful one
miss_elizabeth00 (F) smiles watching
a_precious_gem (F) **smiles also, watching
Eagers_luv (F) smiles as she enters. huggles dear one. whispering so happy for you
huntressrenewed (F) slips quietly into the room my long flowing silk robe of burgandy fluttering softly about me the light catching on the silver circlet around my brows
Rider42 (C) me too secret....and Word
secret_subslut4u (F) omg, wipes my tears
huntressrenewed (F) looks around the room for Him...smiles and walks to Him and kneels.....head high...eyes downcast....hello my One
roddog3 (M) waves to huntress smiles
TheWordcrafter1 (M) His breath catches to see her..adorned as she is worthy of
latina99ny (36F) *smiles so happy for her*
TheWordcrafter1 (M) welcome His lady at His feet..leans forward cups her face in His hands and places a soft kiss upon her lips
Eagers_luv (F) *sits back quietly ...wiping a tear
Rider42 (C) smiles as he watches
Tressie (F) *watches quietly.. smiling at Bboth*
JJbs_remedy (F) peeking out from her hiding place....watching....feeling tears trickling down her cheeks....so happy for Tthem
TheWordcrafter1 (M) Taking her hand He stands and she rises to her feet
huntressrenewed (F) smiles at His touch on my face and sighs softly into the kiss ....small electric shocks running rampant through her ......heart
beating fast
*miss_elizabeth00 (F) *pulls out the box of tissues to pass around for the wet eyes, grabbing one for myself
TheWordcrafter1 (M) he turns to the Room and Respectively requests their attention one and all for a Ceremony of meaning and purpose
Rider42 (C) 40 of my bretheren enter wearing full colors.....4 stand @ door rest surround room....there will be no trouble @ this ceremony
a_precious_gem (F) **takes several tissues from liz, ~~whispers thanks
secret_subslut4u (F) smiles at Rider Sirs thoughtfulness
Rider42 (C) not mine theirs secret
huntressrenewed (F) smiles hearing Him speak...anxiously waiting
TheWordcrafter1 (M) leads huntress to the centre of the room in the full sight of all..would secret and luv please attend her
a_precious_gem (F) **pays respectful attention
Eagers_luv (F) sits back smiling over watching huntress........seeing that twinkle again
Rider42 (C) holds my one watchingsecret_subslut4u (F) follows huntress to the center of the room
Eagers_luv (F) **walks up to huntress and Word, it would be my honor
huntressrenewed (F) gliding along with Him on a cloud of happiness
dublingirl1968 (F) watches with amazment and smiles
TheWordcrafter1 (M) stops and turns to face His lady..smiles with warmth..care affection and love
Lady_Entendre (F) *knows a lady could not miss this...not for anything*
secret_subslut4u (F) stands beside her
a_precious_gem (F) **sniffles a lil. wipes her tears. happy for her sis
huntressrenewed (F) stands straighter and proud looking into His eyes with my love, respect, and affection showing in my face
TheWordcrafter1 (M) He takes both of her hands in His, raises them to His lips and kisses each finger tip
huntressrenewed (F) feeling the love of my friends so close to me
Eagers_luv (F) ** stands patiently behind her, beside secret smiling
TheWordcrafter1 (M) then lowers them and stares soul to soul into her eyes
huntressrenewed (F) hands tremble slightly in anticipation watching His lips touching my fingers with such care
secret_subslut4u (F) smiling at luv, listening and watching
TheWordcrafter1 (M) takes a second from eternity which will last for U/us for ever to seek and see what is deep there within
huntressrenewed (F) gazing adoringly at Him
latina99ny (36F) *blinks back the tears*
huntressrenewed (F) smiling seeing all that He is and feels in His eyes knowing mine reflect the same
Rider42 (C) ok so the big tough biker weeps.....she is dear to me
secret_subslut4u (F) tries to hide my tears hearing my One
TheWordcrafter1 (M) hunt will you serve Me..be Mine..accept Me as your Master..in the knowledge that I want you as you are..I will protect you..honour you..guide you and lead you?
Eagers_luv (F) **wiping my tears of happiness for a sis so dear
huntressrenewed (F) WordCrafter..yes..You are my One i will gladly give my all my everything to You and do my utmost to please You in every way imaginable
huntressrenewed (F) this one is honored and humbled at Your request
Rider42 (C) wipes a tear r/t
DefiantBarb (F) sniffles, seeing them share this moment w us
a_precious_gem (F) *sighs and is touched by this lovely ceremony, and her sis being taken ,,,,,,,,,
TheWordcrafter1 (M) smiles... you please Me by being you... I do not and could not want more..are you willing to accept the collar in the tradition of O/our lifestyle which all here present know and understand?
Tressie (F) *smiles softly.. watching quietly.. wiping away my tears*
secret_subslut4u (F) listens to the words, smiling through my tears
huntressrenewed (F) breathes out the words softly.....yes Sir with a glad heart i will proudly wear Your collar as a symbol of my obedience to you and love for You
latina99ny (36F) *curls up, watching my sis, so happy for her in such a special moment*
Eagers_luv (F) ** smiles widely hearing His words so sincere to her.........
a_precious_gem (F) **snuggles with ms_liz b/c happE and emotional
TheWordcrafter1 (M) luv will you remove hunts robe..secret the circlet from her brow so hunt stands naked before me and A/all other here before renewed with her collar
miss_elizabeth00 (F) *slides a few tissues into tressie's hand and into secret's hand*
secret_subslut4u (F) with shaking hands, i kiss huntress
secret_subslut4u (F) 's cheek
huntressrenewed (F) tears of happiness glistening in my eyes as my sisters help me
secret_subslut4u (F) and remove the circlet from her brow
Eagers_luv (F) walks up closer and removes hunt robe, pulling it gently off her , exposing her body to Him. it would be my honor Word Sir.
demonique1_4ever (F) smiling the tears flow ...
secret_subslut4u (F) nods to Word Sir
TheWordcrafter1 (M) thank you her and My friends smiles
Eagers_luv (F) *leans over an places a kiss upon her cheek whispering, you are glowing sis, enjoy it
TheWordcrafter1 (M) kneel hunt
huntressrenewed (F) stands proudly before Him back straight breasts body showing for His pleasure
secret_subslut4u (F) stands back with luv
Rider42 (C) so proud of my one
huntressrenewed (F) lowers gracefully to my knees before him a smile shining on my face as a tear trickles down my cheek
secret_subslut4u (F) glances around at Rider Sir, smiling as the tears flow
Eagers_luv (F) wiggles back over closer to secret. passing a tissue
secret_subslut4u (F) grins at luv whispering thank you
JJbs_remedy (F) *smiles softly......her face tear stained....as she watches
TheWordcrafter1 (M) reaches for the case and takes out her collar..tool worked leather inlaid with sliver, lapzi, jet, amber to have the Celtic colours of My ancestry worked in a band around it with a design from the book of Kells
Eagers_luv (F) smiles back ....whispers yvw
TheWordcrafter1 (M) lined in emerald silk
dcupgoddess (F) gorgeous collar word she is soo lucky
huntressrenewed (F) looks in awe at the beauty of the collar and the perfection of the work
Rider42 (C) smiles big @ word
Eagers_luv (F) gasps in awe of its beauty
TheWordcrafter1 (M) lift your hair from your neck hunt
a_precious_gem (F) **tears stream down her face, struck by the beauty of sis's collar,, ~~whispers, "lovel"
secret_subslut4u (F) just watches in awe
huntressrenewed (F) raising my arms and raising my curls for Him waiting breathlessly to feel the elegance against me
Chordewa (F) wipes a tear.....
Eagers_luv (F) *fighting to hold back my tears of happiness r/t
TheWordcrafter1 (M) kneels down and slides the collar about white skin it''s dark oiled leather gleaming and setting her eyes alight..buckles the straps...one.then second..snugging them in tight
huntressrenewed (F) tears of love and devotion streaming freely down my face watching Him
Chordewa (F) tears fall streaming watching
TheWordcrafter1 (M) reaches with a finger for her tears and raising it to His lips....raising a finger of her hand to take a tear rolling from His own to give to her taste
Eagers_luv (F) tears falling freely, vision blurring
secret_subslut4u (F) holds luvs hand, squeezing
a_precious_gem (F) oh my *sighs and feels all gushy
Chordewa (F) wipes her tears watching
Rider42 (C) smiles @ the beauty of the one of a kind collar Word Sir places round my best friends neck
huntressrenewed (F) taking His fingertip in my mouth tasting Him and loving it
secret_subslut4u (F) wiping my tears
latina99ny (36F) *sigh* so beautiful
a_precious_gem (F) **scooches over to make room for xue
TheWordcrafter1 (M) taking her hands still on His knees..what W/ we share is now O/ours what W/we have is now life.
huntressrenewed (F) blinking quickly trying to clear my vision of Him
Eagers_luv (F) squeezing secrets hand in return a soft smile placed upon her
DefiantBarb (F) wipes away the tear, and smiles, so happy for the both of them
huntressrenewed (F) smiles at the words spoken ....my life feels as though it has just begun....it was full of nothing but longing until the first time W/we met You make me whole Sir
TheWordcrafter1 (M) standing and raising hunt from her knees turns her to face the room with His hands on her shoulders..to A/all know now this lady is Mine ..if any have issue or problem with her then they have problem or issue with me
huntressrenewed (F) reaches to hold one of the hands on my shoulder
latina99ny (36F) *blinks back the tears*
Eagers_luv (F) * smiling at the sight of her freshly placed collar, seeing the glistening in her eyes or true happiness
TheWordcrafter1 (M) turns hunt back and raises her chin with soft but firm hands..bows his head to seal T/their pact with a kiss
huntressrenewed (F) leans into the kiss letting Him feel my love for Him with my kiss
TheWordcrafter1 (M) then wraps her tight His arms..to hug her so tight and hard...now go and change your clothes
secret_subslut4u (F) can feel the love here tonight
Rider42 (C) blinks back a tear of happiness
JJbs_remedy (F) *smiles watching and listening.....awaits to see her new dress....
Chordewa (F) knows what happens now...smiles
Syr_SexyBoi65 (F) Congradulations to Y/you B/both.. *smiles*
huntressrenewed (F) smiles brightly...yes Sir!...runs out as if on a cloud to put on my new dress
Eagers_luv (F) ** eagerly awaits her new attire
secret_subslut4u (F) hugs her tight, love ya sis
Words_wench (F) Words_wench comes into the room
secret_subslut4u (F) slips back to Rider Sir, holding tightly to Him
a_precious_gem (F) **waits to see hunt's new dress, excited !!!
secret_subslut4u (F) trying to blink away the tears
Chordewa (F) cries happy tears for them
miss_elizabeth00 (F) smiles at the new dress.....whispers to myself...perfect
JJbs_remedy (F) *smiles brightly as she returns......
TheWordcrafter1 (M) hold out His hands in welcome to her
secret_subslut4u (F) how perfect
Words_wench (F) steps back into the room a look instantly connecting with Him and twirls for Him then runs to kiss Him
Rider42 (C) holdsmy one tightly....whispers she was beautiful
Eagers_luv (F) ohh such a wonderful new dress.
latina99ny (36F) beautiful, just beautiful
a_precious_gem (F) **claps her hands,,, happE for wench ,, woohoooo beautiful
TheWordcrafter1 (M) catches her up in his arms and kisses her deeply in delight
secret_subslut4u (F) nods to Rider Sir, and whispers I don't know why i'm crying, i'm so happy for her
Chordewa (F) claps beautiful.....congrads!
JJbs_remedy (F) wishing congratulations to Bboth....and much happiness.....
miss_elizabeth00 (F) *brushing the tears away from my face as fast as they fall*
Rider42 (C) hugs her ....as am i
secret_subslut4u (F) slips over and hugs the wench and offers Word Sir a kiss on the cheek
dublingirl1968 (F) smiles and sayes congrads to you B/both.... hugs
Words_wench (F) kisses Him and holds Him tightly never wanting to let go
DefiantBarb (F) congradualtions, sniffling back tears
TheWordcrafter1 (M) turns to room there is champagne for A/all who wish it and open bar for those who dont like the fizzy stuff
a_precious_gem (F) **runs to wench and hugs her congrats _ sis, when more time is allowed, please introduce me to your Sir, till then *curtsies* nice to meet You Word Sir, congratulations
Eagers_luv (F) runs over to wench, wishes of Word may i please place this kiss upon her as my best of wishes
TheWordcrafter1 (M) ty latina
Rider42 (C) holds the wench at arms legnth and kisses both cheeks
Words_wench (F) hugs my bestestlovergirlfriendever
roddog3 (M) congradualtions to both
TheWordcrafter1 (M) dont be sily luv you always have that right smacks her scrawny ass
Chordewa (F) mai hug you both?
a_precious_gem (F) **bows out gracefully for T/them to visit their F/friends, ttfn
Words_wench (F) grabs luv and hugs her tight
Chordewa (F) well i must depart..congrads again
Words_wench (F) grins @ Rider
TheWordcrafter1 (M) nice to meet you gem
Words_wench (F) laffs unable to keep up with E/everyone
TheWordcrafter1 (M) takes Riders hand and knows how special He has been to His wench always friendship thank You Rider
Words_wench (F) oh dear...giggles...i can't scroll fast enough
SexualNomad (M) < smiles, witnessing the new union
Eagers_luv (F) giggles Word, tY runs up n hugs mn smoochies sis, i am soo happy
Syr_SexyBoi65 (F) Congradulations to Y/you B/both.. and I wish you a life of Happiness even though I really Dont know Y/you B/both
Rider42 (C) nods to Word....always be well my friend
secret_subslut4u (F) smiles watching
Eagers_luv (F) giggling @ wench, now go enjoy you One sis.
Words_wench (F) grabs gem...come her eyou...hugs her
dublingirl1968 (F) wow that was beautiful... i have never seen that done before..... glad i was allowed to share it with you both
Words_wench (F) ty dublin...beaming...He is the most thoughtfull One this one has ever met
TheWordcrafter1 (M) you are welcome dublin you honour us with being here
DefiantBarb (F) prepares several glasses of champane, and place them on a tray, offering them throught the room
JJbs_remedy (F) *curtsies to Word Sir....and hugs wench......so very happy for Yyou
Words_wench (F) ty Barb...hugs her carefull not to spill
TheWordcrafter1 (M) yeah yeah luv ok will give you credit for the matchmaking ..smiles
Tressie (F) *slips over... hugging Word Sir and His wench* congrats to Yyou Bboth
dublingirl1968 (F) hugs wench.... so happy for you babe
Lady_Entendre (F) *waves to the couple* Thank you so much for sharing this here...a true congratulations with the warmest wishes for the future.
Words_wench (F) hugs remedy tight
TheWordcrafter1 (M) aww ty barb smiles
Eagers_luv (F) walks to Word and places a kiss upon His cheek, my very dear friend, i am so happy to have witnessed such a union . One i knew would be so right long ago. grins
Words_wench (F) ooohhhhh ty tressie....so sweet of you to help U/us
TheWordcrafter1 (M) ty Lady Entendre
Eagers_luv (F) giggles Word. well when credit is due hehehehe
Rider42 (C) holds my one smiling.....licks her tears
miss_elizabeth00 (F) smiles.......congratulations Word and wench.....it was beautiful....hugs
TheWordcrafter1 (M) ty liz
Eagers_luv (F) smiling innocently @ wench well lts just say i had a god feeling about it
Words_wench (F) smiles even bigger watching Rider and secret
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Enigma
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Posted:Sep 7, 2006 3:02 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2013 8:36 am 30135 Views
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For Me - For My Friends
For those who enjoy the words, but especially for those wish to and can read between them.
ENIGMA
An embolism formed in dark and need and desire yet love already lost.
Though Loved.
Left alone to learn. To warp early sensations into imperfect impressions.
Though Cared for.
To so early become an actor upon the stage of life, many were the masks and costumes worn.
Though applauded, no clamour or glamour of encore.
Layers of life wrapped upon layer. To seek yet not know what is really sought.
Though Learning, forever yearning.
Then to create originality. Start to waken and see life’s purpose, the beauty of ones unknown desire.
Finding answers. Dawns light breaking.
To writhe, to burn, to run, to hide, to forsake, to avoid, to sink, to subsume
Though Swimming. Drowning.
To let the waters engulf and the tide sweep away. Flotsam of life.
Yet not to let go the spark of existence.
To be pulled into the long suspected lifeboat of duty. To have to take the oars again and direct the tiller to the journey’s end.
Harsh but hard discovery.
To use the clumsy claws of intellect to reach deep. To rip asunder the cloaks of confusion, the self deceits and self doubts.
Smarting, raw, sore to face the worlds realities.
To tremble in the harsh unrelenting light. To force to stand under the glare, renewed. The embolism emerges as life.
No perfection, yet complete.
Though still alone and lonely, not without hope as now has understanding. No haste, as still devouring the delight of senses unhindered.
Wings still spreading and trembling as they dry.
Blessed and secure within the tight grips of unquestioned, unrelenting love, that do not know what they give as they bask in it’s reflected return.
A Smile to life and it’s pain and delight.
As much pupil as teacher within life’s game.
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First Time
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Posted:Sep 1, 2006 8:08 am
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2013 1:51 pm 34834 Views
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The Stage is set. All props positioned, the rope and cuffs lie alone on the freshly scrubbed table. In the drawers and shelves of the wooden cabinet lie my other friends, close to hand but concealed. My deepback chair is isolated at one end, by the half opened window, curtain gently billowing in the evening’s soft breeze. The room is scented of Juniper, lazy curls of vapours rising from the oil burner. I wait for other player, the clock ticks round to the time of her entrance.
The door bell rings and my footsteps echo on the bare old planking as I walk the long corridor to my front door, ah the final cast member is good, right on cue.
I open the door to a nervously smiling face framed in shoulder length blonde hair. A mature frame, not petite but also no bbw. In her hands, held in front like a shield, is her bag. No just handbag that, an overnight bag, a smile already on my face to greet her becomes broader, and eyes brighten in pleasure and anticipation. I step back opening the door wide in greeting and invitation.
She crosses over my threshold her body language confused. Stride confident, shoulders back, spine straight, yet I see the tremble in the hands gripped on her bag., the look in her eyes. This is a brave step for her, a bold step. We have met before with others around, a public place, a safe place. Conversations had been had which had often gone on long into the night, but these had been typed or were words on a phone. To be here was commitment to peruse a path long desired, often glimpsed or lightly trod to peek around a first corner. To be here was to give control of herself over to another. To Me.
We went into my lounge, like all the rooms of my house, high ceiling, lightly furnished. Downstairs floors all old pine planking which resonates and moves slightly under a heavy step. None of those here, cautious moves. The scent of candles and polish, waxed leather furniture, the room lit by a wide high set of windows. She puts her bag down beside the chair I indicate for her to sit in. Lowers her limbs till she is perched on it’s edge. Spine till straight, knees together under her long cotton skirt. She looks up to me. I offer her a drink, a wine perhaps red or white, maybe a chilled beer or a soft beverage. She chooses and I leave her to get it.
Again my footsteps echo down that long corridor, a strong confident stride, a door opens then closes. She is left alone sitting in that room, silence and scent and light her only companions. I return within a few minutes.
She has not settled back from the edge. I hand her her glass and tell her to sit back and relax for a while, make sure a coaster is on the small table beside her. Take my own glass to my usual winged deep leather armchair and sit holding it, facing her. Leaning back crossing my legs, at the she finally reflects my actions, but her a demure knee, folded against the other me an ankle, resting on knee.
Sipping our drinks we talk small light talk with words, journey, ease of finding my home, how work has been since we last talked, catching up on social trivia. Conversation of a very different kind with eyes, gestures bodies. As the glasses are drained the tension is eased, a frission of excitement builds a tension of it’s own yet one based upon expected pleasure and delicious nerves.
Glasses emptied I offer her a tour of the house, taking her from room to room. Upstairs first, the bathrooms, shower room, bedrooms, letting her peak into my life and also see as room follows room that we are alone. It is important for what is to come that she feels secure.
Then back down the stairs, to my lounge. Not sitting I ask her if she has brought what she said. She opens her overnight bag and takes out another from within and hands it to me. I feel its weight and the shapes of what are within and smile, she has brought what she said. Words of safety had already been agreed, one final question. Had she done as I said? For almost the last week I had denied her any self or other gratification. She looks to Me then lowers her head and eyes and admits to a slip 3 days ago. I just nod and accept the honesty of her answer. I turn and tell her to follow me.
Back once more down the corridor, but this time two sets of footsteps, pausing as I open doors off it to again show her rooms empty of all but furniture and us. Then finally through the last door, letting it swing shut behind us and onto the stage.
I turn to watch as she takes it all in. The table, the rope, the heavy handcuffs, the single chair. Watches as she inhales the fresh scent of the burner. A breath which is the final acceptance, a pause for a decision as she holds it, a commitment as she lets it out.
Telling her to follow I walk to My chair, I drop the bag she had given me on it. I turn to stand in front of it and tell her to stop and stand a couple of foot before it. She does.
Hands loose by her sides, she stands there, ankles slightly apart, feet turned out. Her head is down, unbraided hair soft across her shoulders. Slowly I walk around her, once, twice, a third time. Stopping behind her as her head is kept lowered and to the front, I open a drawer. The sound large in the silence, wood rasping on wood. I reach in and take out a long silk scarf, folding it upon itself along it’s length till it’s a long white ribbon of softness yet strength. Leaning in to her, whispering in her ear to lift her head she does so. I tie the silken ribbon about her eyes, shutting off the light, reducing the senses, increasing her dependence. Walking back to my chair, I move the bag to the floor and sit looking at her. Silent and just watching. Her head moves trying to catch some sound, some clue, head leaning left then right trying with each ear to pick up those tiny messages denied by her sight. Silence, I sit there quiet and still.
A minute or so later, though it seemed an age, cracking across the absence comes my first command.
“Unbutton your top.”
It was a short sleeved white cotton top, high collared with only the top 2 small buttons already loosened. Her fingers fumbled, looking for the next to be undone as they find them I stop her.
“No. from the bottom up.”
Her fingers trickled down the trail of buttons till they reached there end. Twisting each one, the material gradually opening and freeing as each fastening goes. As each one goes more of her is opened to my gaze. The skin white, a few marks of natural beauty, of motherhood revealed. Till her fingers reach the end of their path, unclasps the last remaining button and the now freed material slides apart, catching against her lacy, flower embroidered, strapless bra.
I lift myself silently from my seat as her hands fall back to her sides, as she waits, exposing that normally hidden from the sight of men to me for the first time. Her breathing shallower, quicker, she waits not knowing for what, but she has made her first move, removed herself, accepted My commands and completed them. I wait then slipping behind her, slide my hands up the back of her top quickly reaching for the clasp of her bra, unsnapping it in one fast move, peeling it forwards so it is not held by her breasts and letting it drop to the floor with a rustle. Reaching up I take the top by its collar and loosen it from her shoulders, pulling it down and off her arms as she brings them back to help me free her of it. Her complete upper torso now naked to my sight, to my touch, to me. I take a couple of steps away and reach for the cuffs telling her to bring her arms behind her back I snap a wrist into each and ratchet them closed and tight.
Leaning over her from behind she can feel my warm breath on her skin, I use the back of a hand to lift her hair off her neck so no part of her is kept hidden from the light or me and add my breath to the soft warm air circulating in the room, blowing gently, no contact but air. Her body shivers, looking over her shoulders I see nipples tighten and harden, rising like two little towers surrounded by their darkened moats, contrasted by the snowfields of her breasts. My head moves, hair loosed, breath over her back and arms, down the knobbed ridge of her spine and circling in the hollow above the palms crossed and bound resting in the small of her back.
The first moan escapes her lips, as involuntary as the trembling nerves beneath the skin, wanting a touch to respond to, something to feel against them, to release them from their hunger to have a stronger purpose, meaning to be. Heightened by the mind in it’s need for information as it had no sight, had almost no noise, touch alone its communicator and guider. I did not give it that comfort.
I walked around to her front, kneeling in front of her, hands reaching and slipping down the side zipper to her skirt. As it reached it’s end and gaped so did the top of the skirt and it slipped down her legs, pooling at her feet. Hands cuffed unable to interfere she felt my hands on the top of her high hipsters relentlessly assisting gravity to take them from her, slide over thigh, peel from pussy till like the rest of her flimsy garments and her own ability to control events they were discarded on the floor, not being needed or used.
I told her to step out of them. She did. I gathered them up, leaving her there as I folded them and put them aside. Left her standing there totally naked, cuffed, blindfolded. I went and sat back down in my chair in front of her. Allowing myself for the first time to take in the pleasure of her total nudity. The line from shoulders to hips, curving gently, her breasts pillowed on her chest, those nipples ardent in their desire and confused at their exposure. Down the line of her navel to her shaved and smooth pubic mound, ahh naughty girl that was supposed to have been part of My pleasure later shaving her, another misdemeanour noted.
“Spread your legs wider apart”
She did. Her outer lips parting to reveal her labia, signs of moisture already glistening on them and in the tunnel nestled by their protective wings.
“Turn around and bend forward”
She did. Bending deep at the waist to hide nothing from me. I felt myself harden within my pants as I looked into the crease of her ass, looked at the tight puckered bud of her anus then that small crease of skin till her body parted again into the multiple folds and creases of her pussy and inner thighs. All surrounded by the firm cheeks of her buttocks, quivering in the effort of holding the bend without the use of her arms, cuffed behind her. Her leg, calf and thigh muscles stretched and taught. I stood, unpopped my jeans, pulled down my zipper and let them drop to the floor. A sound I knew she would hear and understand. I pulled my shirt over my head so I was as naked as her. Yet I could see and she could not. I could touch and move and she could not. I took the two steps to her and squatted down. Placed my nose close to her sex and inhaled deeply of her feminine musky scent, again a sound she could hear, could sense my closeness to her, her trembling increased. So wet and aroused her juices were like raindrops on a window in a heavy downpour but rather than running down glass these were running like little streams down her thighs
Again I inhaled deeply and then released the air in a stream across her pussy and inner thighs, just the movement of air on her, but ohh it was where on her she felt it. It was how she was feeling it that for a second time forced a moan from her. I blew down that deep crease from top of ass to tip of pussy between those lips and right into the hood of her clit, she moaned again. I ran my nails lightly down those tensed muscles, not scratching but leaving 10 thin trails against the white of her skin as I blew upon those trickles making them become streams
I told her to straighten and stand and turn to face me.
She did. I could see her face was flushed not from strain but desire. Her breath quick, her skin trembled. She put her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out toward me, arching her back, nipples strained and taught like the launch pads for twin rockets desperate to fly but forever constrained to the flesh, they moved up and down as her breath went in and out.
Sitting down my cock hard, erect and twitching, I opened a cupboard close within my reach. My own nipples were aching and hard. I took out an old friend of mine. A long brown riding crop with a thin leather loop at one end and a silver cap at the handle end. I sat forward in my chair holding it loosely with one hand whilst with the other I curled my fingers around myself and gave myself the pleasure of a few strokes. Holding myself firmly in my own grip, feeling pre cum ooze from the end and dampen my head. I told her what I was doing, stood up and ran a finger wetted by my own juice under her nose and over her parted lips, telling her not to lick. Taking myself in hand again I stroked a bit more, releasing more of my juices, these were used to anoint her nipples, very lightly, hardly touching, just smearing. Her small moans were becoming almost constant, mixed with hardly heard words of please, please
Sitting down again I reached out with the crop and slid it down her ribs. She groaned at the touch , any touch, across her stomach and navel. From her ankles up along the insides of her parted legs, up over her inner thighs. To the base of her throat and down her cleavage, circling under the base of each breast. I slid it deep between her legs as her knees almost buckled at the release and touch of it, her body shivering, quivering, from deep within her gasps and moans slid out as I slid it back and for between her lips, she tried to rub herself harder on it. Watching as her flooding juices soaked and darkened it then removed it and suddenly with a flick of the wrist catching her just over her clit, once, twice a third time. Quick slaps with the leather loops a long hard moan flew from her, her knees parted and she almost stumbled, but caught herself and straightened. The crop circled her naked form again, across her shoulders, under her chin along the outside of her breasts, trickling across her navel, down the outside of her legs, then nothing till with another quick flick of the wrist the end strap slapped hard against a nipple left, left, right, right, left, right catching them full on but just the nipple. A scream not of pain but pleasure as the nerves flashed their message to the hungry mind of touch and torture and contact and warmth and hunger and need and release and ache. I put the crop down and walked over behind her. Snuggled myself up to her so she could feel my naked skin pressed against her. Hands on her shoulders massaging, voice in her ears whispering about how sexy she was, how good she was, how hungry she made me, how pleased she made me. Letting her feel my hard arousal against her out turned cuffed palms. Then sliding back, reaching for the keys and uncuffing her.
Keeping the blindfold in place, I rubbed her reddened wrists soothing them with some moisturiser I had ready. I lead her to the table and stood her against one head end. Reaching into the bag she had given me earlier I took out two nipple clamps and taking each in turn pulled her nipples out and opened each one to take the nipple in and then tightened them till hard with each one a long moan was it greeting. I bent her forward over the table hands out stretched in front. Uncoiling the rope and holding one end I slid the rest down the length of the table, nosily it clattered as fell off the far end. I looped it three times around her clasped hands each coil tight to the other fed the end up between them and tied it of at the back. Walking down the table I pulled it taut, stretching her arms out, feeding it back down the length I squatted at her feet, loops around each ankle bringing them tight to each table leg, then up again and looping finally at each knee so she was bandy legged tied open stretched along the length of the table. Lower torso across the grain of the wood, upper raised and finally ran a chain from her nipple clamps to the hands, using the end I had tied off to fasten it.
Once done she was strapped over the table, immobile, any arm jerk movement would pull on her nipple clamps. I stood be her side. My hands rubbing gently over back and shoulders, warming the skin of her ass cheeks, soothing them with a touch. Reaching again for her bag I drew out her two favourite toys, her rabbit and a long blue anal probe turned them on to their lowest settings and placed them to the wooden table by her head so she could hear their vibrations, hands returning to their circling and soothing, then my right running a nail down her wide spread ass crease, over her anus to the base of her pussy to that spot just between them, and stayed there, pressing lightly and circling, nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to hurry it, no way to push herself out upon it. The juices flooding from her pussy lubricating my circling finger and running across her stretched. She begged me for more, begged me to give her the release of a full orgasm, to fuck her, fill her, take her, use her, fulfil her need and hunger. I just let my finger circle as she heard her toys vibrate. Then lowered my head and lightly flicked my tongue tip across the bud of her anus. Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, my nail circling tongue tip filcking, her body temblinf from head to toe. She tried to wriggle for more contact against the edge of the table but I had made sure her clit was below it’s reach, her desperation for penetration causing her to scream and shout, she called me bastard, tormentor, Sir, Master anything she could think of to influence me. Stopping my flicking but not the circling I each in turn switched off her toys, then leant by her ear.
“Why did you not do as I said?” I asked her
In her state she could not remember what she had done wrong, she pleaded all innocence of any misdemeanour, said, had she not followed every word and instruction since she had been here?
Again I asked her why she had not obeyed me, again a plea of innocence and frustration and desire to be taken to be fucked to be filled to be released from this devouring need. My finger circled. A third request and denial. I straightened and stopped all contact just letting her lie there for a minute, she was sobbing in frustrated desire. Then again my hand circled her butt then SMACK on left SMACK on right two hard slaps on her cheeks, two hand prints imprinted in red, SMACK, SMACK cries. I ask her again why she had not done as I said. She cried she was sorry but didn’t know what I meant, but if she had done wrong then she should be punished, it was my right. A good answer, my hands softly sooth her reddened cheeks, I bend to softly cool it with my breath, a sigh falls from her lips, in-between breaths I tell her. As she is tied before me over my table, bound hand and foot and knee, spread, available with her ass cheeks red and my scarf across her eyes. I tell her she pleasured herself when I said not to and she shaved herself when she knew not to. If she had denied me my pleasure why should I give her hers?
She admits her faults and begs to be punished for what she had done wrong but please to please, please give her release. I pick up her Rabbit and start to slide it gently up and down her puffed, soaked and swollen outer pussy lips, her whole body shudders she struggles to push for more but cannot, it continues to slide up and down and then suddenly without any warning it goes deep into her, one move deep in till it almost swallowed up by her, then it is removed, she screams and again I am called a bastard, a smile flickers across my lips. This is fun. Another deep thrust another scream as it’s removed. I lean over and say
“This is your punishment”
I run my finger up her thighs collecting her juices, using them to lube the anal probe. Rubbing my fingers along it’s length till it glistens with her pleasure emissions then place it against her anus and start to push, telling her to relax as it’s head slips in just past the seal I hold it there letting her adjust to it, then slowly push it into her, not stopping, pushing it inch by inch deep into her till only the very end is left showing. Then taking her Rabbit and sliding that deep into her as she cries out in relief I don’t turn either on but leave them in her, telling her to use her muscles to grip the rabbit and hold it in, to not let it fall. Then I get onto the table, straddle her stretched arms with my wide spread knees, wrap her hair n my hands, puling her head back and slide my hard cock into her mouth. Using my hands in her hair and on my shaft to control the depth I move her mouth up and down my engorged length, mm loving the feeling of actually being in her for the first time, feeling her wrap her tongue around it’s head and flicking across it mm not bad but she’ll need some lessons, she could get better. I pull her up me and slip out of her mouth with a pop as she didn’t want to let it go shuffle forward so my smooth shaved balls are against her mouth as her tongue comes out to lick them and comfort them and swirl them around, she cant get them into her mouth in this position, not without risk of pain to me. I hear a clatter and thud and she moans and release a oh shit.
Getting off the table the rabbit has slipped from her pussy to the floor. I pick it up without comment, and slide it back in, this time turning it on, I am aware of how long she has been tied to the table and this is a first time. There will be others so want to make sure it’s not too prolonged. She releases a long moan of pleasure as I work the Rabbit over her clit and into her pussy, making it gyrate and twist and buzz and vibrate, as I also turn on her anal probe sending pulses shivering through her. Her body resonates in response to it all and within seconds I can sense a climax building, building rapidly like a tsunami no damn could defend against. I feel it’s onset rushing forwards, rushing through her, almost reaching it’s height about to break over her washing her away. And I immediately remove the rabbit and the probe and all contact she SCREAMS in denial, body, thrashes the table, shudders for release denied, arms writhing knees buckling, body shuddering trying to get to that final break point, finding no way as the waters swirl and eddy within trapped once again, creating a spinning whirlpool within in.
I watch smiling, stroking my aching cock, reaching up and twisting my nipples sending my own shudders of pleasure coursing through me. Waiting as she screams and yells and calls me Bastard, Mother Fucker, Asshole, Sir, Master again and again running through her repertoire of abuse and need. Waiting till she calms and her words come to whimpers of pleadings, her body calms, just shudders sending ripples up and down her body, the nerves cooling but aching, ready still to flare, heated and fuse lit but not able to take to the skies like a sky rocket to burst in heavenly splendour.
I move behind her still stroking my cock, I place myself at the tip of her soaked tunnel and lean my hips forward, letting the head of my cock slip just an inch or two between her puffed and swollen lips. My hands on her hips I just rock back and for letting the head slide in and out, just that inch or so, for the uncountable time a moan emits from deep within in, her voice now hoarse and grating with frustration and desire begs for more, begs to be fucked, begs for her cunt to be taken, begs to be filled, begs to feel me fill and flood her. I gradually let more and more of me slide within her, bit by bit, deeper and deeper, gradually building up to long steady strokes. The hiss of a long drawn out yes yes yes as she feels my rhythm quicken and deepen till she can feel my full balls slap against her clit, my hands hard on her hips, my cock ram deep and long and hard into her, filling her right to her walls, I go up on my toes a bit so the head of my cock rubs against her g spot. I am so aroused myself I cant hold back long, each stroke hard and deep into her removing another layer of my self control, as she gave up her control to me. Slap after slap as our bodies meet as my balls swing against her.
I reach forward to warp her hair in my hands pulling her head back, she screams again but this time in pure pleasure. Knowing this time there will be no stopping. Our cries fill the air thicker than the scent of our sex till all control is gone, all control is lost and together we erupt into that place only lovers join and share, a place as divorced from reality as any Star Trek set. A place where only lovers who combine their joint essence together at the same instance, where all is fulfilled and released can ever visit. Where we know out bodies shake and tremble and limbs lose control, we experience it all yet are distanced from as mind and brain and body erupt into the black hole of mutual orgasm. I fill her so full of my cum and her juices gush so hard where we join is a swamp, running down thighs and creases and crevices right to our knees and beyond.
I collapse upon her back, releasing her hair. As quickly as I can I recover enough to undo her bounds and clamps. Sit back in my chair and reach for the moisturiser. As I hold her in my lap, whispering words of soft pleasure and praise I sooth and tend the rope marks . Placing her in my chair I kneel to do her feet and knees. I retrieve a fresh towel and use it to clean us down. Then when both are recovered, I take her by the hand and lead her to the shower room to continue our next journey of discovery
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