The Prey
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Posted:Apr 15, 2024 4:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2024 9:42 pm 173 Views
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Living on the upper coast of Washington state lends to a solitary lifestyle. The icy
cold storms of the winter and soggy nature of the bogs is for a certain, solitary
type of person. I am she. Here, the acres of alder forest and pine whip and sway,
caught in the power dynamic of the wind and rain. All the while, the sound of the
waves crashing off of their sturdy forms lull me to sleep at night. It is there that
he finds me.
Growing up in the 70's and 80's, I grew up quick. My boyfriend, and then husband
Rick had his hands down my pants from when I was 15 to 44 when he died. We
lived in a small logging town under Mt St Helens and spent our free time drinking
beer and getting stoned in the sun, camping by the rivers and caves. Rick never
liked the caves but I was always drawn to the dark spaces where no one could
find me if I chose. Often times our friends would converge and it would be
fucking and fighting and lots of laughter. Rick was always quiet and loved to
watch the dramas unfold, often telling me of the stories he could write about the
debauchery.
On one particular sunny summer day, after him tying my feet and hands to our
bed, his long fingers slow and deep in my pussy, he told me of an old friend
coming to town. In his quietly casual way, he explained how when he was a ,
his dad had dated Seth's mom for a while and they had become fast friends. As
he edged me closer and closer to orgasm he told me how he and Seth would
listen at night while their parents fucked and would jack off together to his dad's
porn. How he was looking forward to the weekend to come. How he hoped I
would like his blood brother from another mother, laughing. And then he leaned
down and sucked the cum out of me, eventually throwing a pillow over my face to
quiet the screams as his teeth and tongue dug deeper. We had been together
long enough, and had seen too many weekends for me not to know what he
wanted. I was very excited to meet his friend.
When we pulled up to the usual campsite I was a bit surprised, only seeing one
car and a couple of old fisherman down on the water. Rick informed me that it
would be only Seth and his girlfriend joining us for the weekend and then he
grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. The kiss deepened and so did Rick's
fingers on my skin. Digging, prodding, needing more. I was deeply aware of the
old guys down on the beach but unable to find my way to stopping the onslaught
of his need. Taking my hand, Rick led me down a short trail that was partially
covered from the old men's view by trees but that didn't stop them noticing.
Feeling the pressure of his big hands on my shoulders, I knew what he wanted.
He loved fucking me in front of strangers and talked about it often. "Please baby"
he said. "I am so hard it hurts and it's all your fault. Don't worry, they can't see." I
slid to my knees, eyes staring up at his beautiful form, mouth open and waiting. "I
love you, Remi" as he slowly built to a powerful stroke, taking all of my throat,
over and over again. He once let me catch my breath, and through my watering
eyes I saw the old men watching silently, mouths agape. Holding my ponytail,
Rick pushing me back down deep into a chaotic, hard frenzy of use. A roar ripped
through him as he grabbed my head tight, and came down my throat. I never had
time to make a choice to swallow. It was within me. He stood there, twitching in
my mouth, while the old men started walking toward us. They stopped and stared
at me, still on my knees. "Marry that one." one man said. "But let me have her
first!" said the other as they laughed and walked away. "They are right." Rick
said, still laboring for air. "You are a rare girl, Remi. Any man would be crazy to
leave you." As he helped me to my feet and kissed me. "We are going to have
such a fun weekend." He said with a smile.
The rest of the evening we spent setting up camp and swimming in the cool water
of the Lewis River. Toward dusk a large, white truck pulled up, close to ours. Out
jumped a large man with dark red hair. He was huge and must have been 6’3-4.
Rick immediately walked over and bear hugged the stranger. After many pats on
the back and introductions, Seth explained that his girlfriend had decided to stay
with her girlfriend for the weekend and so that had left him solo. "No worries,"
said Rick. "We had everything we need for a great weekend.". I felt Seth's eyes
rake over me as Rick smiled deeply and laughed. It was the first time I ever felt
like prey. It would not be the only time he made me feel this way.
While I got the camp set, the boys grabbed a couple of beers and went down to
catch our dinner. Hearing their laughter and knowing what was to come kept my
senses heightened. Seth’s intensity made me feel a bit uncomfortable but it also
was also very erotic. I heard every twig snap and felt every fiber of my short
denim cutoffs as they rubbed against my bare skin. The breeze blowing my light
linen blouse across my taunt nipples. If I allowed this, I could never blame them. I
knew what I was getting into, or so I thought. The wet between my thighs was the
only answer I needed.
After a while and toward dusk, the two hunters walked back with their prey
hanging heavy off their fingers. We would eat well tonight. After much food, and
drink Seth went to his truck to get his camping gear. Surprisingly, he set his tent
far from ours, a bit in the trees. Rick told him he could camp by our tent and fire
but Brian insisted he preferred to give us our privacy and went his seperate way. I
must admit to being shocked and a bit disappointed that he had chosen to stay
so distanced and said so while Rick slowly stoaked the fire. "Each to their own"
he said smiling. After a bit, the fire warm , Rick waved me to stand in front of him.
He slowly took off my blouse and shorts, his hands caressing and pinching. His
mouth hot on my skin he sank down to his knees and nestled his face between
my thighs. I always keep it shaved for him and felt his tongue slip into my need. I
stood there, holding his head so as not to melt into the ground, and gave myself
over to the sensation of his nose pressing deeper, his fingers prodding and
rough, I spread my legs wider and opened my eyes. There he was in the trees..
watching. It was in a feral clench that that I came on Rick's face. Too soon and
unexpected! Too harsh and the sensation ebbing before I could catch my breath!
I was left bewildered and in looking up, saw that he was gone. Rick set me gently
down on his cock and I milked him with my overly sensitive cunt until we were
spent. I did not know why our visitor did not engage in our heat, but he certainly
had an effect.
The next day, I was hyper aware of Seth's gaze, his eyes always tracking. When I
mentioned that I was headed to the caves for a walk, Rick lit up and said "Let's go
fishing!" to Seth but keeping his eyes low and lidded, he said “No. He wanted to
finish up some business before the day was done.” I left them to work out their
day.
The forest is lush and green. The smell of the forest floor as I walked over it
grounded me to it from head to foot. As I walked, I became aware of an uneasy
feeling on my arms and neck, a clench in my gut. I am not sure what heightened
my senses but I became increasingly aware of every step, every breath. My pace
quickened and I knew that I would be safe within the caves. It was probably a deer
or squirrel watching, maybe even a bear but safety was close and I sung a song
out loud to keep the bears away. I had spent my childhood playing in the volcanic
tunnels and knew them inside and out. It was strange for me to feel like I was not
safe here. Like I was still being forced to the edge. That was when I felt him
behind me before I heard him. Before I could react, his hand was over my mouth
and nose and I struggled for air. It did NOT have to be like this! He could have had
me at any time! His other arm snaking around my waist and down my shorts. His
fingernails scraping and bruising. His voice low as he told me I would not scream.
As he masterbated me he whispered how he had enjoyed the fucking the night
before but it wasn't his gig. He needed more and expected me to take it. I couldn't
stop as my cum ran down his hand and my legs. Embarrassed and confused, his
laughter dark and scathing, he told me what a good little slut I was, that he looked
forward to leaving his mark on me and pushed me against the wet wall scraping
my cheek. He unbuttoned his pants and took my shorts down, taking them just
far enough to push deep inside of me. Rough, raw and feral, he covered me
standing, caught between the cold stone and his hard cock I absorbed his need.
When he came, he let out a growl I have never heard again by another. His need
more primal, more animalistic than I had experienced. Once he caught his breath
he zipped his pants and helped me stand on my own without the help of the wall,
turning me toward him. "Oh, your cheek is bleeding, poor baby" as he licked the
red off of my skin. "I will have you when I want you, how I want you. Do you
understand?" I numbly nodded as I pulled my jeans over my bruised flesh. My
confusion was thick as I watched him walk out of the cave, leaving me to my own
thoughts. I had accepted him. I had wanted him. I did not end up having a choice.
I felt vulnerable and bruised as I walked back to camp. It was Saturday night and I
did not know what to expect next. By the time I got back both men were drinking
around the campfire. Rick, unaware of what had happened in the cave, smacked
my ass and told me I was late to starting dinner. "Gonna have to punish that one"
Seth said slowly smiling into his beer as they laughed. After dinner, the fire low,
Rick took me to the river and told me to undress and bathe. He sat and watched
as I slowly made my way naked into the icy cold water. As my body got used to
the water, my senses heightened yet again. The hair on the back of my neck
quivered and I searched the bank looking for him but not finding. Feeling he was
there, knowing, and yet only hearing Rick's voice as he instructed me to show
him my wet tits and how he wanted me to finger my pussy clean for his use. All
the while, knowing Seth was close, watching. My movements became easier, my
mind releasing in the sensation of the water on my skin. I relaxed into their need
to watch as my hands moved over my body in the cool current. Rick all the while
telling me what a beautiful girl, what a good girl... but would a good girl crave the
hunt? Seth's assault on my body in the cave was not acceptable and yet, I felt his
eyes on my body even when I could not see him. Thoughts of his controlled rage
on my skin left my me burning where he scratched and bit. I looked up to see him
standing behind Rick and startled, staring back at his bold eyes. "Rick doesn't
know how good he's got it!" Seth said, making Rick jump and me blush from head
to naked toe. "Oh, I know how lucky I am" Rick smiled. "Lucky for my friends, I
share." He said. "You are such a cuck, Rick. If she was mine, no one would have
her. She would be only mine. Get out of the water Remi, now." Seth said quietly
as he took the towel off the log next to Rick. Walking toward me, he held the towel
out to wrap around me. “Lift your arms” he said quietly. "Thank you." I
whispered, staring down to the ground. Seth, lifting my chin and forcing our eyes
to meet said "I will own you tonight Remi. I will take you when I choose and how I
choose. Do you understand?" As Rick's wife I did not respond. If Rick wanted to
fool around, I was open, but his buddy was making me more and more
uncomfortable with his almost predatory nature. Touching my ass, his fingers
lingering between my cheeks he informed Rick they better get me closer to a fire
and we made our way to the campsite. Rick went into the tent to get me a blanket
and Seth got me a joint. We sat and talked, me mostly listening to their stories for
what seemed like hours, the warmth of the fire lulling me into my blanket and the
crook of Rick's arm while their voices droned on. I heard Seth mention his girl
and how she was a kinky bitch. How she liked it rough. They talked about CNC
and primal need and it took me a minute to figure out what they meant. As the
conversation continued, I became more aroused than ever before. I was horrified
as he spoke of taking her to a forest and setting her lose, only to stalk her until
capture and breeding her. That sometimes he and his friends would leave her
naked and used, made to make her way back to to camp. Once using dogs to
hunt her. Rick snapped me out of my bewildered, half drunk glow by saying he
often watched predatory porn but didn't dare treat a woman that way and Seth
laughed a low, rumbling laugh. "Stand up bitch." He said to me. Rick, startled
drew me close. "You said you liked watching, yes? Let her up." As he took my
arm and pulled me to standing, the blanket sunk to the ground, covering Rick's
feet. Seth took a handful of my hair and jerked me hard toward him making my
eyes water. He raked his mouth and tongue over mine and bit my lower lip. "When
I want, how I want." while his eyes burrowed deep into mine. Kissing me again,
then telling Rick to stand and be a man, Seth put me on my knees with my hands
raised high over my head. "Hold them." he said to Rick and unbuttoned his jeans.
"You are no good girl, are you Remi? You're a fucking cum slut, aren't you? Rick
doesn't know what you need, does he? I will show him.. you want it rough, don't
you cock ?" In my facination and overwhelming need, I whispered yes. Rick
held my hands high as Seth rage fucked my throat. Over and over again he would
shove his cock brutally down my gullet holding my neck so as to feel his need
slip in and out. At times I thought this is what CNC must feel like. Others, almost
passing out from lack of air, was more than my body could stand and I came,
squirting down my thighs. He took and used and dominated my mouth while Rick
stood watch, making sure I could not fight, whispering how good I was. Instead of
cumming though, Seth wrapped his thick hands once again around my throat and
lifted me to standing, pushing me on Rick at my back. I could feel his erection
through the fog of abuse but lost all thought as Seth's hand came down hard on
my cheek. You like your skin red, don't you slut? Want me to make you red in
front of your cuck Remi? Want me to show him how to fuck you?" his fingers
sliding in and out of my pussy stealing my strength and weakening my knees.
"Tell him you want me to take you. Now Remi." "I want it" I muttered through
bruised lips. What is that you fucking cum dump? You want me to fuck you in
front of your man? Turn around. TURN AROUND!" jerking me round into the arms
of my sweet Rick. "Hey man, you don't need to hurt her. She is willing" Rick said
quietly. "You have always been a pussy Rick. Remember how I used to make you
suck my cock while your dad diddled my mom? You used to love being used
hard, didn't you?" Seth reaching past me to catch Rick's neck and forcefully put
his tongue down Rick's throat. I am going to show you how to fuck your girl, here
Rick. If you are any kind of man you will watch and learn as he pulled my ass
back toward him sandwiched between the two men. One hand around my neck,
the other between my legs he masterbated me while Rick silently stood and
watched. Eventually he kicked my legs a part and spit on his hand and cock, "I
want your ass." he grunted. "Noooooooo" I cried as he pushed my shoulders
down into Ricks arms. His cock tearing through my body in one thrust, his roar in
my ear, I heard my own scream in painful pleasure, Rick holding me up. "Baby"
he quietly whispered as Seth took again and again, my dignity and need being
fucked out of me, I came in a puddle. Embarrassed and sick, I came harder than I
have ever before or ever again. Tears running down my face and Rick's, Seth's
growling while brutalizing my body behind me, I understood what being the prey
truly meant. It was a craving I would never again be without. Once he was done
and Rick was enticed to fuck my ass too, I was allowed to rest but that was just
the beginning of the night. They took turns until dawn, once together filling me
past capacity. They fucked me until I passed out only to be awakened by my hair,
a cock in my mouth. The next day we packed up our things and said good bye.
The men hugged and laughed and said talked of next time, Seth then walked up
to me. A finger under my chin forced me to look in his eyes. "I will have you when
I want you, how I want you. Mine." A kiss on the forehead and he was in his truck,
the dust choking my sore throat. I was quiet on the way home. The weekend was
so much more than expected. Embarrassed and sore, vulnerable and tired Rick
drew me a bath. He talked of his love for me and how hot the night had been. How
sorry he was if I was sore, but how his need had somehow overridden my pain
How much he loved that I seemed to like it too. He kissed my face with a
thousand little kisses as he put me to bed. I would never look at Cuck the same
way again. I was a woman who now knew there was more and who could
administer it. Forever forward I would own Cuck and Seth was a memory that left
me wet and breathless with my hands between my thighs.
He came back for more several times through the years, always putting Rick on
his knees to watch. After Rick died he came to the funeral. Never touching me
except a kiss on the cheek in the line of mourners. He just watched me from a
distance, he eyes burning into my body. Afterward, alone and getting ready for
sleep, I felt his eyes again. I looked around expectantly but saw no one. It was
years later, in the alders he found me next.
After years of marriage and eventually widowed, I found myself alone on the
abandoned, cold northwest coast. The weather, like my thoughts, were wild and
lashing, fire and ice. My heart unsettled and body racked with need I often
thought about Seth's visits in our life. Except for the funeral, he always used me
in front of my husband. Always without asking. As the years went by, Rick was
used and discarded by both Seth and I, others too and he loved his place. I grew
to love being fucked like an animal while watching my sweet husband ogle and
drool. Once Seth flipped Rick and took his ass. I have never been more turned on
in my life and the feral breeding that ensued left me bloody and bruised, not
leaving the house for days. But now my memories kept me warm and the chores
needed done. At 46, my life had set to the rhythm of the farm. The chickens
needing fed, my pottery and keeping my secret forest paths cleared and open so
as not to scare bears. I walked the paths often, listening to the world of life
around me. This day was warm and clear. No wind to speak of and a rare quiet
that the forest rarely had. Hearing my own breath and the crunching of leaves
underfoot reminded me of times walking the caves. My shackles raised several
times as I drew deeper into my own private paradise, the world of primal need
running through my head. I wondered if a bear or worse, a cougar was watching. I
always had to be careful here on my own. There were men who came and went
down the road. Once one had tried to set up camp on my place. I came upon him
and had to stand my ground. He terrified me but did no harm. I was left once
again that night with my hands between my thighs, remembering. Today was
different. Like I knew the predator before I knew the danger. Before I could react, I
was shoved down, face first in the dirt. Him straddling my hips. His forearm
across my shoulders so I could not move. "You know me" he said as he unzipped
his pants and lifting my dress he pushed his cock roughly between my legs and
whispered "You are mine. I will have you when I want you, how I want you. Do you
understand?" pushing his cock deep without care or consideration, still my
shoulders pinned. "You dirty , you need it don't you?" His body heaving
and plowing uncontrolled and wild. "yes, I need it.” My cunt clenching around
him, he fucked me for a very long time, his raging cock pushing my body further
into the cool of the ground. The sound of his body beating against mine, faster
and harder it seemed than my own heartbeat. Pushing down on my frame,
wrapping his arms around my neck and shoulders, covering me completely he
came violently. We lay there for a long while to catch our breath, not saying a
word as he rolled to his back, taking me him. All nestled against his form, he
explained that he was staying the night and leaving tomorrow. That his
expectation was to have all of me before he left. I quietly nodded as he stripped
me there on the cool forest floor. I roared as his head sank deep into my thighs
and rode his mouth, wild and feral, scratching and clawing, biting and screaming,
we fucked. It was the cold northwest rain starting that eventually cooled us
enough to make it back to the house. I made coffee and dinner was simple, the
conversation easy. It was only later, after showers and wine that he stood and
lifted me by my hand to stand beside him, kissing me deeply. “It will be slow this
time Remi. I want to take my time. If it gets too much you need a word to stop me.
What do you want to use as your safe word? Looking into the eyes of the man
who had tortured me into cumming for decades, I whispered, “More.”
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A Submissive Well Used
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Posted:Mar 21, 2024 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2024 7:28 pm 308 Views
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He has been my dominant now for 2 1/2 years. I wear an elegant day collar of platinum, locked snugly at the base of my throat. I
wear it proudly. I cook his meals, kneel for him in happy waiting. I only say yes and we have a good life. He knows that my
submission is only his. So it caught me off guard when our guest was invited to use me as he so chose.
He always has business associates for dinner. I always make a meal he can be proud of, set a table that is comfortable and stay
quiet and useful during his business meetings. Mr. Marx had come to the house on a fairly regular basis for months and he
always made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Always he watched me very closely. I always felt his eyes at my neck. I often
wondered if he knew the significance of my collar but he was always polite and never untoward. As the gentlemen finished their
dinner and moved to the living room, I followed with Eric's favorite Italian coffee that he always has after dinner. As I poured, Mr.
Marx mentioned how lucky Eric was to have such an attentive bride and Eric chuckled in his rich timber, "Not married, Peter. She
is mine but no rings." as he smiled.
"Seems the collar around her neck is enough to keep her in place?" And I gasped! No one had the audacity to speak of my
collar!! I was horrified and poured a little too quickly spilling hot coffee on my hand and on the table. In mad shame, I excused
myself to get a towel and take care of my fumble while Eric looked on with fire in his eyes... I would be reminded of my stumble
later, I was sure. I walked into the kitchen happy knowing that Eric's loving dominance would not be too sever. I mean really, who
does that!!
When I walked back into the room I knew I had entered in a moment of conversation not meant for me. Both quiet and subdued.
Both with their attention turned to me walking in, bending to wipe the coffee. As I finished, Eric looked at me still with that fire that
draws me like a moth and said "Sarah, A submissive has many uses, and Peter recognizes our relationship because he is a man
of fine tastes and understands who we are. In fact, he is here for different reasons than business tonight."
In that moment, Peter turned to me and asked me to see my hand. Like a deer in headlights I could not move or respond, only
looking at Eric, feeling the sting of my hand and the shock of what was happening. Eric, looking at me intently said, "Mine does
as I choose. Show him your hand Sarah." Two steps was all it took to transfer his power to this stranger. As Peter held my hand
running his long fingers over my red, swollen skin he quietly explained that he would be having me this evening. That if I was a
very good slut, Eric would be rewarded greatly. That he had wanted me for months and now he expected me to be a good girl. I
would do exactly as he chose. From across the room Eric quietly told me that if I chose to fight Peter, that he would not interfere
in my punishment. That this was a moment in a submissive's life where her use is of great value and only my very best would
do.
"Now Sarah, take off your clothes" Peter said. I stood there in raging war within my own self. Yes, I was completely Eric's. Yes, I
was his submissive. Did I really need to do this??? Yes... I needed him... and I slowly slid my skirt off my hips. As the gentlemen
watched in silence, I unbuttoned my blouse and let the shear material slip to the floor and I paused. "Everything" he said. And so
I took my bra and panties off, fully exposed to the man I love and this stranger. Peter stood and loomed large in front of me.
Taking my chin in his hand, it slowly sliding down to my neck toward my breasts. " This will not be an easy night for you, but you
will be safe and well used, now, on your knees." and I sank to the floor.
Fingers in my hair, "Open..." He was slow at first, whispering to me what a good girl I was. Long strokes gently sliding deeper.
"look at me baby" as the tempo changed. "You want it?" As he pushed harder, faster... "Tell me how you want it.."
"I want it" as his long thrusts down my throat chocked and gagged me. Eyes watering, saliva pouring out of my mouth he used
my throat as he would any whores holes. Trying so hard not to embarrass myself or Eric I managed to open myself enough to
take his cock pounding the back of my throat, hands in my hair, my only focus, the pleasure of my dominant. Was Eric enjoying
this? I was horrified to realize, I was... "Such a good girl!! You are a very lucky man Eric!" as his movements slowed to a gagging
halt so deep in my throat that i could not stop it, I peed. Humiliated, Eric laughed. "Well, obviously you are having an effect on
her!" John laughing.. "Look at me baby, you liking it? Hmm? Tell me..."
"I like it"... around the cock and spit and humiliation.
"I am going to fuck you now, Sarah. I am going to fuck you for hours, in every way, and he is going to let me. Do you want to
please your Master Sarah?"
"Yes", tears running down my face, so embarrassingly wet between my thighs.
Slap! Right across my face, he pulls me toward him by my hair and whispers in my ear, " You like it rough slut?"
"Yes"
"Say, Yes please, Sir"
"yes, please Sir"
Slap! Slap! Slap! As the pain rocketed through my jaw I cried out. "You need your safe word slut?" Is that all you can take?"
"No, More please Sir"
Slap! Taking me by the hair and dragging me to the couch by where Eric sat and dragging my body over the arm of the couch.
"Enjoying yourself Eric?"
"More than I imagined, for certain" Eric said. In my shock and pain I realized Eric liked this. I thought, He is enjoying my
humiliation? Confused in my need for his....
Peter, using his fingers to push deep within me told Eric I was obviously a raunchy one with how soaking I was..." little girl likes it
rough, huh?" as he moved in and out of my cunt. His thumb firmly pressing deeper into my ass. "Has she ever taken a fist?"
"Yes, she screams like a virgin but comes like a ."
Deeper he pushes and once again, I humiliate myself as I came... "God, I can't get enough of her!!" As he flipped me on my back
attached his mouth to my clit and bit down hard. More humiliation as the orgasm rocked me.
Peter, getting very aroused started mumbling choppy sentences, his now thumb and forefinger deep in my ass as his teeth and
tongue made me scream."Control yourself slut" he said and laughed getting to his feet, rubbing his engorged cock. Pulling me
by my hair and turning me once again on my stomach, whimpering as he came up behind me I knew there would me no mercy
besides a bit of spit on the tip as he pushed past my hands and impaled himself too deep in my ass. I could not help but scream!
Violently pulling me up to almost standing by my hair, reaching with his other hand around my nose and mouth so I could not
shout, I could not breath., I could just look at Eric in full view as his associate roughly took every ounce of me there in front of
him while the heat raged in his eyes. It seemed to go on forever, lacing in between the conscious and consciousness, love and
misery, pain and pleasure, his and mine, I recognized a new level in my need to please him. Yes, I would do this again and
again. Yes, I would like it if he loved it, yes, this man owned me in ways that I never knew. The epiphany happening, staring at
the man I love while another bloodied my ass with his hard use I came, and I came, and I came as he bellowed out in his heat
and arousal and need while Eric kept strict focus on me. Exhausted, and in pain I raised my head as Peter pulled his used
appendage out of my ass. "You are a very lucky man indeed, Eric. The contract is yours. I have enjoyed your hospitality
immensely." as he buttoned his pants and excused himself to clean up.
I lay there with my new knowledge as Eric brushed the hair away from my face. "You okay baby?" Yes, I quietly said. "You liked it
didn't you..." Looking up with tears in my eyes I nodded, "Yes Eric, Did I please you?"
"Oh yes, baby, so much so, I believe we shall do it again " as he unbuttoned his pants and I knew this mans pleasure filled me
like nothing else. I would do whatever it took for his need, including my pain.
Afterward in Eric's sleeping arms where my world was most happy, I lay thinking of all the ways I had pleased him this evening.
How there would be much more business to conduct now, with many more of Eric's and I smiled. I can help.
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The Chair
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Posted:Sep 26, 2023 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2024 7:25 pm 4213 Views
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The Chair
I have always knelt for him. At first, it was a lesson in patience that I struggled with. After collaring, He would have me kneel on a small round rug while he took his shower or settled his tools for our evening. Sitting there, watching, knowing what was next, making me wet sometimes embarrassingly down my thighs, a true slut in abandon, waiting. He could be torturous in the domination of my mind well before he ever took my body. Sometimes he would take before I made it through the door. It was that night the chair became our meditation.
There was an expectation from Him always that I wear only a skirt and blouse when I come to him. That my long dark hair is always worn down and that every expectation I have be left at the door. Once I walk in, unless I use my safe word, our world is his choices, his needs, his pleasure. Sometimes it would take minutes to stand there, letting it all go, preparing before I could walk in. Sometimes I would walk in and he would have me stand there for minutes. This time I opened the door and he was there to greet me, hands in my hair, kissing me roughly, deeply. Fingers entwined pulling down as he encircled my throat. Deeper still his tongue invading. The only thing to do, what I do, what I love and crave, submission. Going limp with trust and need of darker cravings. Knowing those needs were socially unacceptable, the world would be horrified. But in my heart I am his slut. He took me roughly that night. There in the living room whipping me until I was red and thickly welted. He used my throat and overwhelmed my senses before dinner where we ate at the table, him fully dressed. Me naked, collared and he with his hand on the leash. So exposed, so naked having a lovely conversation and wine... I was overwhelmed. My ass welted and bruising, his bite marks black and rising on my shoulder, exposed. Him so charming and easy. Luckily for me a remarkably kind Dom he pulled my leash gently toward him and I knelt, head in his lap and wept. Him gently running his hands up and down my arms. His fingers massaging my scalp. He spoke to me so gently. There with my head on his chest, kneeling, feeling so safe and loved. Something within that moment happened. Both of us recognizing a door had opened and our D/s dynamic. We had added trust, therefore, further. His slut, his.
In the following days, months we used all chairs in hotel rooms, in his house and mine. We had our favorites and our love of our time there was our golden hour. A new and different facet of our deepening D/s relationship. One day perusing the resale store he came upon the chair. A deep, rich leather chair so obviously well made and well cared for. Looking down the isle I hadn't noticed his pleasure until I heard underneath the hustle of the world around us, "sub" and I turned. So pleased with myself for hearing and in the smile on his face I immediately moved toward him. As I walked up I mentioned what a beautiful chair he had found. As he reached for my hand smiling he quietly stated, "Kneel." I was so startled! He had never asked for an outward show of our mutual proclivity in BDSM. We were not that outward show of a couple. And so, in what seemed like a slow free fall I knelt. My knees on the cold concrete floor, my arms went round him and my head reached his chest. I was in submission in full view of the world. His hands running over my hair, kneading my shoulders he spoke quietly of his pleasure. How I had so done well, doing as he chose so quickly. Good girl. As I sat there not seeing the reactions of the people surrounding us, just hearing his low voice speaking love in my ear, I found myself relaxing into his desire, finding my path with him, accepting his need as my own. He asked if I liked the chair and I quickly said yes. I had found it to be the most wonderful of chairs, smiling up at him. Lifting his hand for me to rise, He stood holding my hand warmly. Off to buy the chair.
It sits in his bedroom next to his bed. The small round rug now directly in front. It is my favorite place. A place for submission of the mind and spirit. Although it is not always gentle there, using the crop to redden my ass as I kneel. Plunging his hands in my hair forcing himself further down my throat as I kneel, holding me close after he takes everything I have and more writhing on his fist. The chair is a place of whispers of love and grace. A place of giving and receiving. A place of submissive treasures. I lay my head on the chest of my lover in total surrender of his nature and desire. His.
~R
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