Show your Lines

I was so excited! Driving down to Florida to see my brother, but having a side trip and seeing you. Oh God! Another whole night with you is beyond my dreams. Packing, what to bring and pack. Knowing my brother and his odd wife will probably go through my things, I must be careful, but I want everything to be just right. I’m due to leave in the morning and go to check email and get a strange email from you.

“Call me BEFORE you leave in the morning. I have a surprise for your trip.”

I wake up early, shower and pack the car, gather some CDs for my trip, ensure I have my toy in my lipstick case and say goodbye to my family as they head off to work and school. Then I call you. (more…)

It was a man’s room. It had a heavy wooden chest of drawers and black coverings on the windows as well as the beds. There were two beds, one a twin bed, pushed against the wall now so He could walk all the way around the other, which was a hospital bed. It could be raised or lowered for His comfort. Every wall was hung with His toys. There were several whips, as assortment of floggers, various sizes of canes, paddles of wood, leather and rubber.

There was only one occupant in the room now. She lay on her stomach across the bed, listening to the steady rain outside the window. The light was low and her mind wandered as she lay there feeling the coolness of the air on her naked flesh. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and fastened to chains attached to the bed. Idly, she tested them and felt them to be secure. She was alone in the room with her thoughts. She knew that soon He would be there with her giving her the pain pleasure that her body and mind needed. For now she was alone with her thoughts. There was excitement, apprehension, dread and impatience all vying for position in her mind. She knew that He was in the bathroom, smoking one last cigarette as he contemplated the white expanse of her back and buttocks. What was going through His mind? Was He just thinking and planning the scene that would unfold shortly? Was He seeing in His mind’s eye the redness, the stripes, the bruising He would soon lay on that defenseless flesh? Did He get excited thinking of the complete control He had over this woman? Was He anticipating her painful writhing and then her begging to be allowed to cum to orgasm? (more…)

I love getting dressed up and going out to dinner with Master. We have always laughed at stories we have read about Master’s and subs going to dinner and the sub always talking about how their Master’s have played with them under the table or when they have been forced to use an anal plug or a whole host of other humiliating activities. The truth is, we know how the majority of those things we have read have been just that, stories, fantasies to tease and tantalite the reader. Although we also know that sometimes those things do happen, after all, we have played in the car a time or two ourselves, but never out in public. Master is a gentleman and He prefers to treat me as a lady in public. As the old saying goes, ‘a lady on His arm, a whore in His bed.” This is not to say that He might bend to whisper something wicked in my ear that might make me blush and get the juices flowing for later, something He has a particularly wicked knack in doing. And then there may come a time when public play may change, just as it did on the night I am about to share with you. (more…)

In the dim light of the restaurant booth Tina quietly watched her latest boyfriend. Andy, a work colleague, was telling her about the training he was doing for his latest hobby, the triathlon. It seemed full of jargon and technical stuff that was beyond her, He had been cycling and running for some time, but was pretty inexperienced at swimming. So, he was regularly down to the pool and doing practice laps with the “pullbouy”, or float, between his legs.

This was one of the things that she liked about Andy, though. If he set his mind on doing something, he was prepared to do what it took to get better. Other guys would have given up, but he just set himself another goal. (more…)

It was two weeks since I’d been with him and my whole world had been turned upside down. All I could think about, from the moment I awoke each day to the second I fell asleep at night was how incredible being with him had been, and how I longed for a chance to be with him again. He had made me feel like a possession – a treasured pet to be adored and yet to be disciplined and controlled. I felt like more of a woman that I’d ever felt in my life. I still felt excited when I thought of the way he’d put me on display and lovingly shaved my pussy, then tied me up and brought me to an earth-shattering climax. And yet I liked that I had been so submissive, and that he’d been pleased with my efforts. If what I did pleased him then I needed no other gratification to please myself. But gratify me, he did. Like no other ever had. I was at a loss to know how a man could understand a woman’s body so fully. I knew that when he called me, I would do anything he said, without question. (more…)

Sara awoke several times through the night, her mouth still adoring her Master’s penis. She really did enjoy ministering to him this way. It just seemed right. His penis filling her, her body tensed and respondent to his masterful use of her. When at last he, too, awoke, she continued licking and sucking him with all the desire and passion she contained. He finally gave her his precious seed and she drank hungrily.

“Thank you, Sara. You are getting much better at knowing me. Every Man should be awakened thusly!” (more…)

What do I feel when you spread me apart?

When your hands - rough with calluses from playing the guitar at least as well as you play me - slide down my body; short-nailed fingers surrounding my pebble-hard nipples and plucking at them, pinching very slightly, then continuing down over my stomach and hips to the auburn thatch between my legs.

You always feel the need to get inside my head - to know exactly what I’m thinking at every point of our loving, one part of you always curious, always cataloguing, always eager to learn the weaknesses in me that you can pleasurably exploit. “Twenty-six and counting,” you often laugh with a wink, casually throwing out my record number of orgasms in one session with you. We were younger then, and had more time to indulge ourselves, although the inclination hasn’t dulled over the years and our responses to each other have sharpened considerably. (more…)

These wounds that she was nursing almost resembled a broken heart. She didn’t like to think of it that way. But here she was months later still licking her bruised ego and failing to convince herself that there wasn’t something inside her scattered into pieces.

She hadn’t known he was a heartbreaker until that moment when he stood in front of her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. It was there in the act of his fingers slowly but confidently fumbling to undo each button. No one had ever stripped her like that. Like she was a prize to be slowly savored and enjoyed but also as if she was utterly subservient to the hands slowly parting the slinky fabric of her shirt. She knew then that he was going to be a heartbreaker because she had never been with a man who had the confidence that he did. No, not just confidence. Arrogance and cockiness. Oh, a delicious blend: he was vulgar, he was cocky, and he was the best fuck she had encountered in her life. (more…)

Grace woke up first. She wondered what Hunter had in store for her today. She felt a little sting on her backside yet she was happy.

She loved the fact that he took care of her after the last scene. She was scared but she knew Hunter would never intentional her hurt. As she thought about, Grace feels her nipples. Her nipples are a bit tender too.

“Pleasuring your man is most important in Grace’s mind. If you give, you will receive. So it is time to give.”

Hunter had mentioned that he would love to be woken up by a mouth. So Grace decided that is what she was going to do. She rolled out of Hunter’s arms. He shifted so he was on his back but he didn’t wake up. (more…)

Lisa and I have been dating for a year and a half. We both are in college, but not the same one. We just don’t have the time to visit each other anymore. We hadn’t seen each other for over a month and the time had taken its toll on the relationship. We both knew that when we were together again we would need to get the spark back into our lives. Online we shared the fantasies that we had for each other. It started with just the usual sexual acts but after a while things got kinkier. I brought up the idea of some light bondage and it drove Lisa wild. My mind was racing. There were so many ideas I had from watching porn and now that I know that Lisa is interested in it I can take advantage of it. (more…)