Claiming What is His...

Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her skirt as she stepped up to the door. Reaching for the handle with a shaking hand she asks herself, “why am I so nervous?” For months they had been talking. Exchanging thoughts and learning as much as they could about each other. She had told him things about herself that no one else knew. He shared with her the deepest parts of himself that he always kept hidden. She knew him, her Sir. Why then was her heart beating so hard that she felt like he had to be able to hear it through the door? It wasn’t fear, she knew that. It was excitement. Excitement that had been building since this all started.

She turned the handle and slowly opened the door. As she stepped into the dimly lit room and shut the door behind her she heard the sound of movement beside her moments before she saw him.

Rough fingers closed around her throat, tightening slightly as she gasped in surprise. She felt her back pushed hard against the wall as she looked deep into his blazing eyes. For just a moment fear ran through her. Her hands reached up instinctively to grasp at his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her neck. As her fingers start to close over his she hears his growl and feels him press his body roughly against hers, pinning her to the wall. Before she gets a chance to protest his lips are on hers, kissing her deeply and taking away her breath as she melts into him.

Pulling his lips away, he reaches up and tears her shirt open, his mouth immediately on her breasts biting and sucking until she is moaning loudly and her fluids start to drip from her bare pussy. As her mewling cries start to reach a fever pitch, telling him that she is reaching the edge, he slowly slides his hand down between her thighs and pushes his fingers deep inside her pussy, making her squeal and squirm in his arms.

When she starts panting and trying to control her breathing to calm herself he takes his fingers away and growls, “no princess, no centering yourself this time” and grabs her hair and pulls her over to the bed. He pushes her face down to the bed and holds her there by the back of her neck. She feels him begin to pull the skirt from her hips and she starts to whimper. She can feel the wetness dripping down her thighs, making her squirm which earns her a hard slap on the ass. “Quit moving around princess or I will stop and you can go home.”

As she bites her lip to try to get herself under control and hold still she feels the skirt fall around her ankles and he steps up behind her, his hand moving into her hair and pulling her up off the bed slightly. She feels his breath on her neck as he leans over her and whispers low, “Do you want me to fuck you princess?” His teeth graze against her neck and her breath catches in her throat, making her whimper more as she closes her eyes and tries her hardest not to move.
He tightens his grip on her hair and growls, “Answer me princess. Do you want me to fuck you now?” She licks her lips and whispers, “yes please, Sir…” letting her voice trail off as she feels his cock slide against her soaked pussy.

She feels him start to push forward, her wetness giving him easy entrance into her heated body. The fingers of his hand on her hip digging into her flesh as he holds her completely still and presses just the tip inside. He knows she is edging, she has been for so long now he is surprised she has not cum yet. He feels her breathing start to even out as she tries to calm herself and he leans forward to bite her neck hard, her pussy gushing against his cock, and he is rewarded with the sound of her ragged cry of pain.

“Do you remember what I told you princess? I want you to come as soon as I am inside you. Do not cum before then, do you understand?”

She takes a shaky breath and answers, “Yes, Sir.”

He smiles and rubs his hand down her spine, making her shiver against him as he pulls his cock from her. She trembles and whimpers when he grabs her hip and turns her quickly onto her back, pressing her against the bed when he climbs up and rubs his cock against her lips. Her eyes meet his again as she licks her juices from him, holding his gaze when her lips close over the head of his cock.

After she has cleaned his cock he moves down her body, pausing only to suck and bite her breasts more before stopping between her opened legs. He takes his time, licking and sucking and fucking her pussy with his fingers until she has tears streaming from her eyes trying to hold back her orgasms.

When she starts grabbing for him and begging for him to fuck her he stops and smiles up at her. He grabs her hands and holds them above her head as he moves his cock back between her legs. He stares at her, his eyes locked on hers and slides in barely an inch. She starts to cry and beg again. “Please Sir, I need you inside me! Please let me cum! Please, please!”

He chuckles, enjoying her tormented cries, and waits for her to quiet as he stares at her. When her breathing starts to calm again he leans forward and kisses her deeply, holding her still. When he feels her start to struggle against his hold again he pulls back just enough to make her groan before he pushes forward hard, filling her completely and making her nearly scream as she immediately cums on his cock.

When she calms enough to focus on his face again she sees that wicked gleam in his eyes that excites her more than anything else. As he begins to move against her, he leans forward and whispers in her ear, “That was just the beginning my princess. There is so much more to come. You are mine.”

Auld Lang Syne: My New Year's story

For about a month they had been planning. My Viking Man and my Princess. Two sadists given free rein to come up with inventive ways to take me to the place I needed to go. Tears. Subspace. That place where I stop trying to hold back and just sing for Them. I asked not to be told what they were going to do. I knew there would be impact. I knew there would be sensation play. I knew I would be made to cum (something I felt that I could not do in a public domain). I went into the evening with a sense of anticipation mixed with an exhilarating dose of fear.

We knew we wanted to start early in the evening. We socialized for about an hour and then it was time. The looks that passed between the three of us before it began were filled with excitement. We’d waited for this for so long, and it was finally happening!

When we entered the playroom it was empty. Unlike before, the tools were still tucked away out of my sight. I walked to the bed in the room and began removing my gorgeous outfit for the evening. The mask came off first, my persona of the sultry Raven removed to reveal my true face. Then off with the long skirt and corset. I grab my cuffs, one for each limb, attaching one to each wrist before walking over to ask Her to attach the others to my ankles. As she does this I look over with fondness as He is placing the chains on the iron frame by the wall. He doesn’t see my smile because his back is to me. By this time my dear ones Mr. Tigs and Sugar have taken their place in the room, ready to watch the exquisite torture They have come up with for me.

I step over to take my place within the frame, raising my arms high so he can attach the chains to my cuffs. The ankle chains follow. I am well and truly bound, and my excitement multiplies as he smiles that wicked smile he has that tells me he has wonderful things planned to make me suffer beautifully. I am slightly trembling already, but I do not know if he noticed as he attached the nipple clamps. Next came the little bit gag I had made with my pretty purple rope. I had never been gagged with one of these before and was excited to see how it would affect me. So far, I was feeling great. He then placed a bell in my hand that I could drop if I needed things to stop since I may not be able to speak clearly with that gag in my mouth.

Next came the blindfold. I was not expecting this. The excitement multiplied yet again. I knew that this would make everything that happened to me seem that much more intense. I am already on edge, and I love it!

I feel soft hands touch my face. She has come over to adjust the blindfold, making sure I cannot see even the slightest bit of light. She does not know that I have my eyes closed because I want to feel every single thing with as much intensity as possible. She speaks to me, telling me I am beautiful, and I love her for it.

I feel both sets of hands on me now. I can feel her pulling on the chain attached to the clamps while his hands move over the rest of me. Already the sensations are making me wet. I am moaning softly as the pain pulls me one way, and the sensation of his hands on my skin pulls me another. I can feel their body heat so close to me. I want to lean into both of them at the same time, but I can’t. I am trapped in this spot, force to just feel.

She stops playing with the clamps and starts kissing my tits, moving down my body and biting my thighs softly. At the same time I feel the little pricks of the Wartenberg wheel I had so much wanted to experience all over my back and ass. It is divine! Even more so when it starts going over the rest of me.

At this point I am trying my best to concentrate on everything going on, but I just can’t. I am thinking to myself, “overload already?!? Come on girl, you can handle this. Just focus!” Then I start to feel something dripping on my face. It’s cold, and wet (I later find out it is ice dripping on me from above). All I know in the moment is that these little drops of liquid are both soothing and nerve wracking at the same time. Each little drip makes me jump. I start to tilt my head forward to stop feeling it.

She grabs my face and says to me forcefully, “Eyes up!” My heart literally skips a beat and I immediately snap my head up. I expected a lot of things, but to feel the depth of submissiveness I felt in that moment caught me off guard. I can feel myself leaning towards her when she says, “good girl.” At the same time I am trying not to cry out from the stinging strikes of the cane he is using all over my backside. My shoulders, ass and thighs feel as if they must surely be welted and red already.

I am not entirely sure how much time had passed, or what all had been used on me at this point, but I felt both of them step away from me. As I stood there, shaking and near tears, taking deep breaths and trying to get myself under control, I hear a jingling sound and He steps up behind me. He tells me that he made something extra special for me tonight and that I have some extra punishment coming that he is going to administer.

You see, earlier in the week I had been set a task by Mr. Tigs, and I did not do it. Mr. Tigs had asked that I be given extra strikes to make up for it. Knowing his fondness for large quantities of strikes, I assumed Mr. Tigs would set a very high number, so I was relieved when I heard it would only be 20.

My relief was misplaced. Not only was I to take those strikes, but I would also be expected to count them out AND thank Mr. Tigs for each strike. I am actually a little frightened by this prospect. I have a gag in my mouth! How do they expect me to speak?! The psychological effect is amazing, and I love so much that they have come up with this, even if at that very moment I am growling at their evil ways.

The first strike falls, hard, and I take a breath and say, “One, thank you Mr. Tigs!” I was apparently not loud enough. Strike two comes and I say it louder this time. Three. Four. Five… I was not loud enough again. Six is harder and I say the words without even a breath coming after the strike. Seven. Eight. Nine… I am crying now. Shaking and finding it hard to breathe, but I’m doing it! Ten. Eleven. Twelve… Thank you, thank you Mr. Tigs! Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Can you see the tears dripping below the blindfold? I know you love the tears Mr. Tigs! Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen… So close to being done. I know they are talking to me, but I can’t hear them. Nineteen…. My Viking makes me wait. Just as I start to relax, the last strike falls. TWENTY! THANK YOU MR.TIGS!!!

At this point I am nearly sobbing. I am thinking to myself that I may not be able to take much more, but I so much want to know what else they have planned. My Princess and my Viking Man are touching me again. Hands everywhere. I feel a feather. Fingers pinching. Kisses on my body. And then… vibration on my thighs. Oh no. I can’t do this. Don’t make me cum in front of all the people I can hear in the room. Please. Please don’t make me be that vulnerable.

I said all of that in my head. I kept tight hold of that bell, and the chains above me. I won’t give in. I can endure this without giving up so much. She will stop if it takes too long.

No… No she won’t. She pulled it out of me. It’s like she knew I was trying to resist. I could hear her giggling in satisfaction as I moan and my knees go weak. And he starts to spank me. I can’t tell what he is using. It could be his hand, it could be that scary paddle he won, I don’t even care because it makes me cum harder and my brain has become a fog of pleasure. I feel him bite me, hard, and I cum again.

They move away from me again. Everything stops… except that awful drip, drip, drip. As I gather myself I feel the clamps more severely and I start to cry again. She comes over to me and I try to ask her to take them off. I think I am whispering because she leans close, I feel her hair brush against my nipples and I want to scream. She moves the gag so I can talk and I beg her to take them off. Please, please take them off, they hurt too much. I hear his chuckle from behind me when I say that. They are removed and I groan in relief.

She tells me the gag can stay out as long as I do as I am told and keep my eyes up. She knows this is hard for me because I always drop my eyes when I am trying to hide, even if they are covered. The gag does eventually go back in because I just can’t keep my eyes where they belong.

I ask for water and am given it gladly. After a few drinks they ask if I am ready for more and I nod my head. I am not entirely sure what started things again, but I do remember a lot more touching and spanking with a paddle and my favorite flogger. My skin is so sensitive at this point that everything feels 10 times harder than it probably was (either that or my Viking Man is no longer holding back on me). All during this I feel her hands and mouth on my tits. She is leaving marks with her mouth, I just know it.

Then I feel her step back and I feel the thing I have been waiting for. That single tail. I immediately start to fly. Every strike pushes me higher and higher. I am not thinking about anything at all. As if she is whispering across the room (even though she is right in front of me) I hear her say that I am flying, and I hear his growly voice which just rumbles through my body, I have no idea what he said. I feel like I could stay here all night long, floating and in sweet ecstasy as long as he wants me there. Then I feel the tail of the whip hit my shoulder and the cracker snaps the back of my ear. I immediately say my “slow down” safeword and tell them what happened as I cry. After a few minutes I calm down and am ready to continue.

They both have their hands on me, and I feel the vibration again. There is no resistance in me this time. I lean into him as she kisses me and works me up to orgasm again. I feel her move down in front of me, and he is there talking to me, his hands on my tits and mouth on my shoulders and neck. I cum once. She says I will do it again. I start to shake my head, not thinking that I can, and he is there at my ear again. He says “cum for me” and I explode. There is nothing else in the world right now except for these two amazing people.

To my Princess and my Viking Man, thank you for a fantastic ending to the year. I look forward to so much more to come in the New Year.

My First Public Scene - Nov 2016

This is my account (to the best of my memory of what happened) of my very first scene in a public dungeon.

Before we even got to the event, he and I had discussed what I wanted used on me. This was to be an impact scene. After looking at his “tools” I decided that the only thing I did not want was the single tail whip... that left belts, paddles, canes, a wicked crop, hands, and a delicious assortment of floggers. I did not know which order he was going to use any of these, I of course left that up to his preference.

We had been at the party for a while now, socializing and having fun with the other kinksters present. Once people started to play a bit, I knew that the time was coming when I would have to be brave and not chicken out of what I had agreed to do. I found that I was not as worried as I thought I would be. I was nervous of course, but not afraid. I don’t know if it was the atmosphere of acceptance that was all round, or the fact that the people I loved and trusted most were right there the whole time. I simple knew that I was not afraid.

When asked if I was ready I said yes, but I wanted to smoke first, and of course grab my bag of items I thought I would need after the scene. After I got that done we went back inside and he went to get his things ready while I started getting ready with the assistance of one of the other girls. I was wearing a corset over my dress (which she had so kindly tightened for me earlier in the evening) which needed to be removed, along with my petticoat. Those things were left sitting on my bag after I took out my personal cuffs for my wrists. She helped me to put them on since my hands were shaking a little and I couldn’t buckle them myself. After I was left in nothing but my dress, panties and cuffs, he came into the room and put the leather cuffs on my ankles... When I got up I noticed that the attachment hooks made little tinkling sounds when I walked which made me giggle.

We went back into the play room to watch the scene that was going on, giving me some time to gather myself and get my nerves under control. After about 10 minutes, my palms sweating from nervousness and excitement, I turned to him and smiled, nodded my head slightly and turned to the St. Andrew's cross behind me.... you see, this was my first time doing a scene with someone I was not in a romantic relationship with, much less in a public place where people I barely knew could see everything going on. I was not at all sure how I was going to react to what was about to happen, but I was excited to experience it.

I reached up to unzip the back of my dress, which got stuck a little so he helped me, and then let it fall to the floor... I was now standing in a dimly lit room with about seven other people, plus Him, naked except for my panties. And I still wasn't afraid.

I stepped up to the cross, raised my arms above my head, and took deep breaths while he hooked the cuffs to the cross. Having my hands bound actually made me a little bit less nervous... so I extended each leg in turn to have the ankle cuffs attached to the cross. I am now firmly bound in an X with my back to the room... but I can see them all (still mostly watching the other scene that is finishing) in the mirror wall to my right.

I leaned against the cross, controlling my breathing to calm my nerves. He stepped up behind me, pressing his body against mine on one side... he rubbed his hands over my shoulders, back and down to my ass... then he spanked me the first time. It didn't really hurt, just waking up the skin, warming me up. I smiled and wiggled a little against him, so he hit me a few more times on my ass before stepping away to pick up a stingy little flogger. The flogger stings a little, but nothing so much as to make me think I can't take more. At this point I am barely making a sound, just little intakes if breath if he hits a spot that stings more than others. Once or twice the little flogger wraps over the front of my shoulder by my neck and I wince away. I am feeling great, and maybe a little cocky since I am not very affected by what has happened so far.

I am still fairly quiet, a happy groan or two now and then... until he picks up the plastic cane. I actually see him pull it off the bed and sort of tense up, expecting it to hurt a lot. He gives me a few taps on my shoulders and I actually giggle! This makes the other girls nearby giggle, and I hear an ominous chuckle come from him.... I hear him say something in a low voice about me giggling, which makes me almost laugh out loud… I think he asked me if I was giggling.

I can't help it, I giggle again and say "yes".... he steps back and lands several hard hits to the backs of my thighs and ass.... still chuckling as I start to squirm and groan louder. I think I have found an implement that I both adore and loathe all at once! The welts forming all over my body are fantastic little reminders of that thin, evil little invention.

The next thing he grabs is this little red paddle... it looks like something you would use to spread frosting on a cake, just thicker. I have had something just like this used on me before, so I know fairly well what to expect. I see it in the mirror and smile, thinking to myself “that's not gonna do shit.” I am wrong.

This little paddle gets deep into the tissue... it almost feels like a wonderful, deep massage... until he concentrates on one spot (the evil torture of Doms finding that sweet spot!)... by now I am panting, squirming and almost moaning loudly as I grip the chains above my head to keep my body from moving too much.

Despite myself I am extremely turned on at this point. I have always gotten wet when I am beaten, and this time even more so. Possibly from the intensity of what was going on. The sounds of implements hitting my flesh and the resulting pleasure/pain washing over. The sounds of his breathing behind me as he works my body over. Even the people watching me… I am flying high and fully in the moment all at the same time.

Finally he grabs the thing I have been waiting for... the big thuddy flogger. The first hit makes my skin sing! It is as if my skin itself is having an orgasm.... I can feel the wetness between my thighs starting to drip down my leg... I am in heaven, but also feeling the pain so beautifully... I am literally holding onto the chains for dear life.... He has to step close and remind me to breath. Over and over I take the impact and as I fly higher and higher I feel as if I may cum just from this.

After that I am not fully able to remember what all he used... I know he used that wicked crop, and I cried out quite a bit from some of the other things... he kept having to remind me to breathe... I remember him telling me I was doing great and that he was proud of me. I remember looking into the mirror a couple times and seeing people watching, seeming to be almost hypnotized by what they were seeing.

The two faces I remember most clearly were of the two girls I am closest to... the wonder, desire, and joy in their faces reflecting my own emotions. I remember thinking “they seem to be enjoying this as much as I am!”

Towards the end (this had been going on for nearly an hour) he asked me if there was anything I wanted to feel again. I said the big flogger... he seemed very pleasantly surprised, and I heard the girls gasp in surprise as well.

I suppose not many like being hit with that thing too much because it hurts.... a lot... you feel it deep, like it rocks your entire body... but I love it! I love absorbing the impact, feeling the heat spread through me.... it is bliss. And it sends me to my happy place.

Again I feel on the verge of orgasm and I allow myself to hang freely in the chains as I just feel everything around me. Everything excites me now. The silence of those watching. The sound of his breathing. The sing of the flogger as it moves through the air. His body heat moving closer when he finishes. The feel of his hands on my body when it is all over.

Once he is done, he unhooks my ankles and tells me that when he unhooks my wrists he wants me to lean on him because I might fall.... I'm flying high right now and think "I feel great! I'll be fine!" But I nod anyway.

He unhooks me and I turn and stumble into him, which makes me giggle.... I hear him ask one of the girls to get my robe for me, then feel it placed on my back and I attempt to put it on while leaning against him.... my legs feel like jello, but I am so happy and satisfied that it doesn't even really register... I'm still giggling.

We went into the social area, he pours us both a shot (I am ok to stand in one spot at this point) and then go outside to smoke. I sit down on a chair outside because I can tell he does not think I should be standing without support yet. I can feel the giddy smile on my face. I am so very happy that my first scene was so magical and amazingly perfect!

After this we go back to the playroom to watch other people play while my endorphins drop enough for me to be able to form coherent thoughts... and I thank him again... repeatedly.

A Dance for Master

Heart pounding wildly, I kneel before him, my head bowed between my arms stretched out towards him, fingers caressing the stones lightly. I feel the strands of my long hair brushing against my arms as each breath moves my body ever so slightly. The silk draped around my body barely covering more than mere inches of my flushed skin in any one place.

At the sound of his rumbling growl my body begins to tremble in desire, my face tilting up carefully to look at him resting like a lord in his chair, praying he does not see the bold little smirk on my pouting lips before I move my tongue over them slowly. As his eyes burn into mine, I smile that special smile, knowing what he wants from me.

Slowly I move forward, knees still pressed to the stones, and bring my lips to his boots, pressing a fevered kiss to the leather. Pulling reluctantly away from him, I roll my body back until I am sitting on my heels, my back straight, arms relaxed as I rest my hands with palms up on my thighs. I give him my most seductive smile, green eyes glittering with passion, as I start to move my thighs apart, my back arching slightly, pushing my breasts forward as my hands turn over and start their slow progress up my body.

As my hands reach my heavy breasts, feeling the tightened nipples pushing through the thin red silk, I let my head fall back, my thighs spreading further, my body leaning back, showing him all of me. One hand reaches up further, moving over my neck and through my hair to rest on the floor as my body arches, the other hand sliding down over my belly, brushing lightly against my heat, a soft gasp escaping my lips as the moisture starts to dampen the silk draped there.

I turn my hips slightly, allowing one leg to unfold from beneath me, stretching out towards him as I push my body back up from the floor. As my body leans over my leg, I place my hands to the stones, pushing my ass up into the air as I again look to his face, my parted lips curving into a smile as I see his hungry eyes fall to my barely covered breasts. I glide my hands over my body as I stand fully before him, the bells on my ankles and wrists lending their small sound to the room as I begin to slowly rock my hips back and forth to the primal rhythm of my heart.

I close my eyes and roll my hips, listening to the music in my mind as I move my body to the pounding beat. My toes pointed, I step forward, moving around in a small circle, my left hand dropping to the silk tied together at my hip. I pull free the loose knot and start to raise my hand, the silk moving over my flesh as it uncovers my heat, the cool air in the room brushing seductively against the moistened folds. As the silk leaves my body, my breasts the only thing still covered, I turn again and pull the softness across me, adding the movement of the silk to the undulations of my hips.

I quicken the pace of my movements, spinning faster before stopping with my back to him, my feet slapping against the stones as I throw my hair and the silk back and bowing myself towards him, allowing the bit of cloth fall softly to his feet. Catching the smirk on his lips as he watches my movements, I lick my lips and smile at him. Hips still moving in tight circle as I do when riding him. I roll my body back forward, looking back over my shoulder at him as I reach up to pull the silk from my now heavy breasts.

The softness of the fabric moves over the hardness of my nipples, I continue to pull it over all of my curves, moving my hips sensually for his eyes, and I am rewarded with that rumbly growl of pleasure. I turn back towards him, letting the silk fall to floor at my feet and stepping closer to him. I reach forward and place my hands on the chair on either side of him. My body moving carefully to show him all that belongs to him before moving closer until my feet come between his on the floor.

I raise my eyes to his, my tongue running over my lips again as I silently ask for permission to continue. He smiles at me again and nods almost unnoticeably before resting his head back against the chair and watching to see what I will do. The smile that spreads over my lips my sign of gratitude before I kneel between his knees and move my small hands from the chair and rest them lightly on his thighs. Leaning forward, I place a kiss against the growing bulge in his pants, my nails scraping against the fabric, itching to grip him in my hands.

I feel my naked body heat further as my heart starts beating faster, my mouth watering at the anticipation of tasting his flesh under my tongue. I reach forward and gracefully undo the fastenings of his pants, parting the fabric before reaching in and wrapping my fingers around the hot shaft straining for freedom from the restricting jeans he wears. My fingers stroke softly against the flesh as I pull him free, biting my lip without thinking as I ache to take him into the hot wetness of my mouth.

Looking up to him once more, I notice his eyes burning hotter than before down at me, his breathing faster as I lock my eyes onto his and lean forward to run my tongue over the tip of his cock, moaning softly at the taste of him before my eyes close in pure pleasure. My hips squirm a little as I move myself closer, my mouth closing fully over the head of his cock, my tongue dancing over the crest as I lick up the little drops of moisture there.

Hearing his groan of pleasure, I take more of him into my mouth, pulling the shaft in as far as I can. I begin to slide my lips up and down along his cock, one hand following the path of my lips as my tongue licks along the underside of his shaft and circling the head as it slides nearly free of my lips. My little moans vibrating against him as I continue to suckle and lick him. I close my eyes and lose myself in pleasuring him.

As I feel his cock start throbbing under my tongue, I feel his fingers reach into my hair, tightening and holding me in place. I whimper against him as he starts to move his hips, fucking into my mouth and bruising my lips. I look up to him again as I try to relax my mouth for him, feeling him pushing further into my throat than I thought possible. I start to tremble and squirm as his thrusts steal my breath and then return it, the wetness between my thighs and tingling in my clit making my little gasps sound like pleading cries for more.

His cock swells further as he pushes deep into my mouth, holding it there until I try to pull away so I can breathe. My fingers tighten in the fabric of his pants as I fight the urge to reach down and pleasure myself, my body aching to be filled by him and used until he is satisfied. With a last hard thrust past my lips I hear his deep groan and feel him come into my mouth. I swallow deeply everything he gives me, suckling every drop as he fills me with his seed.

He tugs lightly on my hair, pulling my lips from around him as I look up at him. I see his pleased smile as I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him still lingering there. My breath coming a little slower, bringing his attention back to the soft rise and fall of my breasts, he reaches forward and pinches the nipples, tugging on them to pull me up into his lap.

He has me straddle his thighs, my drenched sex hovering inches above his cock as he slides two fingers easily inside me. My head falls back and I moan loudly as he strokes his fingers deep inside of me. I feel his hand at the small of my back as I arch my body toward him, and his mouth closes over a nipple as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me. As he moves to the other nipple, his fingers move out of me and his hands pull me down hard on his waiting cock. The almost strangled cry that comes from me echoes around the room as he fills and stretches me again and again.

As my body starts to tighten and grip him, I feel him thrust deep, driving me up into the orgasm that makes me scream for him. I shudder and shake in his arms as I ride him, the orgasm seeming to last forever. His teeth scrape roughly over my nipple as he moves me up and down on his shaft, feeling him harden further. As I reach to hold onto him I explode again into bliss and I feel him bite down on my breast as he fills my clenching sex again.

We both still as the waves of pleasure wash over us. I collapse into his arms, my head resting against his chest as I try to catch my breath. I feel his hands rubbing softly up and down my back as he pulls me closer, his cock still held deep inside of me. I look up to his smiling face and he kisses my lips before squeezing my bottom and I hear him say, “Good girl.”

In the Darkness

My eyes open slowly, the darkness in the room disorienting and making me question where I might be. It is so dark, I cannot get a sense of my location even in relation to the rest of the room, the cold stones under my feet telling me that I am standing somehow. As I come more fully awake I realize I cannot move my arms, cold steel holds my hands high above my head. Turning my head to get a sense of things, a slight panic starts to rise in me as I feel the weight of the blindfold over my eyes.

Taking deep breaths to slow my racing heart, I try to use the only sense left to me and listen for any clue as to what may be going on. I can hear soft music playing, and within the notes, the sound of someone breathing not that far from me. I begin in to tremble as I start to wonder what is coming.

I turn my head towards the sounds of breathing, and a low, yet familiar chuckle rumbles through the darkness. “Finally decided to wake up, pet?” My breath hitches in my throat at the sound of his voice, my thighs clenching together with the need that always accompanies his presence. My body turning toward him reflexively. I take shallow breaths, not saying anything, just listening to the sounds as he walks around me. Waiting…

I yelp loudly as his palm strikes hard against my bottom, heat blooming under the skin as I swing slightly in the chains. “I asked you a question, pet? Do I need to ask again?” I start to shiver noticeably as I struggle to keep myself in place, biting my lip lightly before answering, “N-no… I mean, yes Master, I decided to wake up finally.” I squirm a little as I feel his hand caressing over the spot he hit, squeezing the flesh and making the blood rush to the area, renewing my awareness of the sting and the absolute nakedness of my obviously trussed up body.

I whimper a little as his hands trail slowly along my flesh, moving around my torso, up to my breasts, pinching the nipples and twisting them until I make a little whining sound before letting them go. He does not speak again for a few moments, his breathing even and strong as he touches spots on my body that make me squirm or whimper either in pain or pleasure. When I am flushed and heated to his liking he steps back, my little whimpers of wanting the only sound in the room other than the music, and a curious movement I cannot place.

Just as I feel as if he is done with me, I feel his body heat move close to my back again, his fingers reaching into my long hair and gripping it hard, pulling my head back as far as it can go without hurting me, a surprised cry coming from me at the quickness of the movement. I feel his lips against my throat, light kisses feathering across the sensitive flesh causing wetness to start dripping down my thighs. I gasp out loud as I feel the ends of a flogger moving over the tips of my abused breasts, telling me what he is planning to do to me. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts into the soft leather strands, I feel his teeth bite into my neck, a moan of pure lust ripping from my throat as the sensations start to make me dizzy in the best way possible.

He releases his hold on my neck with his teeth and whispers in my ear, “Are you ready, pet?” I nod my head, not trusting my voice at the moment, and he grips tightly on my hair until I squeal with the pain of it. “I think you are trying to get me to punish you, pet. Now tell me, are you ready?” he growls in my ear, sending shivers of primal ecstasy rushing down my spine. “Yes, Master, I am ready.” I say quietly, almost a whisper, as I try to control the trembling of my squirming flesh. “Mmm Good girl.” He says before placing a soft kiss below my ear and releasing my hair.

His now free hand moves around my body, reaching between my thighs and dipping into the essence flowing freely from my sex. I hear him chuckle at the evidence of my obvious arousal, knowing I am enjoying every second of his torturous ministrations to my body. His fingers slide in and out of me a few times, circling my clit before delving deeper inside, stopping only when I start to move my hips against his hand.

As his fingers withdraw, I feel the strike of the flogger against my back, having not even noticed when he moved himself into position to do so. My surprised cry somewhere between one of pain and a moan of pleasure. He strikes me several more times, the soft strands of the flogger caressing my flesh deliciously, my little cries interchanging with the sound of the leather slapping skin. He starts to pick up speed as my head falls forward, my breathing ragged as I absorb the impacts, enjoying the feel of the heat flooding over my shoulders and back.

As if he realized I was moving towards subspace, he changes the location of his strikes and hits that sweet spot just between my ass and upper thigh, making me jump forward and stand up on my toes with a yelp. I start to giggle nervously at my reaction, and I swear I can hear his smile and him shaking his head as he focuses on making my thighs and bottom as pink as I am sure my back is.

My head starts to become foggy as I allow the pleasure-pain to take me to that calming place, and again he stops as if he knows. I hear the flogger hit the floor somewhere behind me, and his hands start to move over my now extremely sensitive flesh. One foot moves between mine, pushing my legs apart as he steps between them. His hands come to rest on my hips, pulling them back and pressing the length of his erection against my hot cheeks.

I am on my toes, and I press my ass against him, twisting my hips slightly as I whimper for his cock. “Do you want me to fuck you little pet?” he asks me in a low voice. “Yes please Master. I need your cock inside me.” I say as I grind my ass against him again. His fingers gripping my hips hard, stilling my movements before he takes his cock in his hand and slides it through the juices of my heat. The head of it moves roughly over my clit and I have to bite back a scream of need as currents of electricity seem to shoot from that little bud to every nerve in my body.

His mouth moves again to my neck, finding that spot where it meets my shoulder and licking it before giving a sharp bite and pushing just the tip of his hard cock inside my clenching sex. My body arches against him as I try to lower myself completely onto his length. His teeth biting down more as each inch of him slides easily into the grip of my overheated body. He lets go of his cock and reaches up, taking hold of my breast, his fingers pulling and pinching my nipple until it aches, then moving to the other.

My breath comes out in little gasps as he fucks me, my feet leaving the floor, held easily in his arms and completely at his mercy. My fingers clench with the desire to touch him, nails biting into my palms as I know I will not be able to do so until he chooses. The helplessness of my position heightening my arousal, I do not hold back my moans and cries of ecstasy as I climb higher and higher towards release. I feel that familiar sense of belonging wash over me as he starts to fuck me harder, taking all he wants from me, reminding me that I am his to do with as he wishes.

As my body tightens, my sex like a fist around him, rippling and pulling him in with each thrust, I feel that frenzied sense of losing complete control come over me, nearly toppling me over the edge of orgasm. His thrusts slow slightly, and I hear that low rumbling growl I love so much come from him, telling me that he wants me to let go and come for him. He does not even say the words, only his tightening grip and renewed deep thrusts tell me what he wants and I feel myself start to explode around him. Lights sparkle behind the blindfold as I scream out for him and my body starts to shake in his hands.

He slams into me hard and fast as the orgasm washes over me, his movements making it last longer than usual before I feel him jerk inside of me and he pulls me tight against him. I feel the wetness of our joined passion dripping down my thighs as I tremble in his arms, his cock throbbing deep inside of me.

As I try to regain my sense of balance, I feel him reach up and unhook my hands from the chains, his hand rubbing lightly over the flesh to soothe it. His cock is still nestled inside of me as he removes the blindfold, and my body relaxes completely into his. I whimper quietly when he slides free of my body with a groan before picking me up and taking me to our bed where he lays me down. He takes a cloth from the table and cleans us both up before laying down next to me where we both fall blissfully into sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Morning Fun

Wandering alone through the morning fog, I revel in the feel of the cool dampness of the grass on my bare feet. The sun’s rays peeking over the horizon casting long shadows on the ground as the light glitters in the leaves still yet to fall from their branches, drawing my attention to the beauty of the world around me even as my mind drifts to the memories of the passion of the night before. I slowly run my hands over my body, mimicking the movements of his hands on me, the thin cloth of my nightgown barely reaching the middle of my thighs, or providing the warmth necessary to keep my nipples from tightening. The slight chill in the air is not the only reason for the hardness of those sensitive buds of nerves.

I turn my head slightly to look over my shoulder, a knowing smile crossing my lips as I hear the soft creak of the door closing quietly, my hands sliding across my breasts invitingly before moving slowly down my belly and over the still tender mound of my sex. My breath hitches as my fingers find the swollen folds through the cloth, my eyes fluttering briefly with the remembered sensations of his thorough use of every part of his property. The sound of his soft steps come closer, as if he is trying to sneak up on me, and I turn my body towards him, lips parted, fingers still touching tender flesh through thin silk, not playing… never playing without permission, just touching, feeling the heat, the continued swelling and slickness gathering as his presence makes my knees weak with longing.

When he draws close enough, the smile playing on his lips now as it did on mine a few moments before, I sink to my knees in the grass and wrap my arms around his hips, rubbing my heated cheek against his thigh, my lips barely inches from his hardening cock, only soft cotton pants separating me from that beloved flesh. My eyes turn up to him beneath my lashes, the mischief and adoration always present in them making the green and gold orbs sparkle as I press a slow kiss to cock beneath the fabric before whispering, “Good morning my Master.”

I feel his hands reach into my dark hair, fisting tightly in a possessive embrace before loosening just as the pressure becomes painful, a slight tug on the silky strands bringing me to my feet and into his arms. As I stand up on my toes, pressing my needy little body against his, he pulls my head to his and ravishes my lips with a kiss that makes my skin tingle and steals my breath. As the small whimpers he enjoys so much start building in my throat and I begin to squirm harder against his hard thing pressed against my heat, he pulls my head back and smiles his wicked smile before saying, “Good morning my naughty little pet.”

I feel my cheeks heat further as a blush rushes to my face, the grip he has on my hair not allowing me to lower my head as I usually would, keeping my glowing face turned up to his. He chuckles at the ever growing shade of pink coloring my face and kisses me again before asking, “What were you doing out here in the cold with so little on to cover your charms from curious eyes, pet?”

His words cause me to blush further if that is possible, my eyes moving as far as they can to see if any of the neighbors are up at this hour. A little tug on my hair brings my eyes back to him, causing me to smile as a little pout forms on my lips. “I was restless in our bed Master, and did not want to disturb your sleep, so I came outside to feel the morning awaken with me.” I say as I reach for him, my hands sliding up his bare chest and winding around his neck, trying to wiggle closer to his warm body, rubbing my moistened folds against his thigh again.

I squeal out loud and start to giggle as he suddenly pulls my legs from under me and I feel us both falling to the wet grass, his hand keeping my head from hitting the ground as he pins me beneath him. “Maybe we should give those who watch something to remember. What do you think little minx?” I start to nod my head, still giggling from the sudden change of position, as his free hand slides down my body and starts to pull the now damp silk off of me. I start to wiggle under him, the adrenaline rush causing my flesh to tingle and my heart to race as I think about what is to come. I feel his warm breath on my neck, his teeth nipping sharply against the throbbing pulse there as he growls in my ear, “Stay still pet or I may have to swat that delicious little ass before I fuck you.” I bite my lip, trying to decide how much I want the neighbors to see of our wicked play, before I do my best to settle myself.

He smiles as I still, nibbling on my ear again and saying those two favored words, “Good girl,” before pulling the gown completely over my head, leaving it wrapped around my wrists and keeping my arms up over my head and freeing his hands to do their wicked work. I moan low as his mouth travels down my throat and covers first one, then the other nipple, teeth and tongue teasing them to hardened points of wonderful pleasure-pain. One hand reaches down between our bodies, finding the swollen folds of my aching sex wet and begging for his touch. He slides two fingers easily inside me, his thumb drawing lazy circles over my throbbing clit and my back arches and I whimper for more.

I feel his free hand pulling his cock free from his pants, the hard shaft pressed against my thigh, moans of desire pulling free from my lips as I raise my hips against the thrusts of his fingers. “Oh Master, please…” I say breathlessly as his fingers still inside me, the thumb still moving slowly against my little bud. “Say it, pet. Tell me what you want little one.” I whimper and move my hips against his hand, “Please Master, I want to feel your cock inside me.”  He smirks at my words, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth, biting down almost painfully as his fingers slide out of me and I feel the thick head of his cock press against the tight opening of my heat.

Bolts of pure pleasure race through my veins, stealing my breath as he steadily pushes the length of his hard shaft deep inside of me until it is buried to the hilt. I lay beneath him, trembling and clutching at his shoulders as my body adjusts to being filled so completely, feeling his tongue lave over my tortured nipple as he moves slowly inside of me, knowing just how to keep me on the edge of sanity with every sensation he makes me feel. As he switches to the other nipple, he starts to move faster, my whimpers becoming cries of ecstasy, I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper than before.

I feel the pressure building, my body shaking as I try to keep pace with his hard thrusts and struggling to keep from coming too soon, not before he tells me, never before he allows it. He pulls my body against him as he shifts our position, bringing me up off the ground, moving me so I am riding his cock as he again grips my hair tightly in his fist, his other hand holding my hip and moving me where he wants me. His control of my movements making me that much hotter and desperate to feel him coming deep inside my now slick and feverish body. “That’s right little one, show them how desperate you are for your Master’s cock. Show off what a needy little slut you are,” he says as I start moving in earnest, grinding my clit against him as I slide up and down on his shaft.

I throw my head back and cry out as the pleasure becomes nearly too much to hold back. I open my eyes and see the curtains moving on the house next door, and I hear his low chuckle as he sees me notice that there is actually someone watching us. As I decide I do not care and furiously move against him, waiting to hear the words that will let me find release. Just when I feel as if I cannot hold back any longer, I feel him tense, his cock throbbing hard inside of me and he pulls my head close to his, growling in my ear, “Come now!” and I scream out my release as his teeth sink into my neck and his cock surges into me over and over, deep and hard as we come together.

As I tremble with the aftershocks of orgasm, clinging tightly to my Master, I feel the warming rays of the sun strike my back and bath us both in the glow from its light. He lifts me up and takes me inside, and I smile at the neighbor I see watching us in awe from his window, wiggling my fingers in greeting as I hear my Master chuckle and swat my bottom after setting me down inside and sending me off to make us breakfast and start our day.

Ena's Scarlette Mantle

Fear. That is all that is moving her forward as her tired muscles try to give out. The branches are tearing at her pale bare skin as she runs, leaving streaks of blood running down her arms and legs. She can hear them behind her crashing through the brush. Searching for her; trying to take her back to the cage. She must keep running or they will catch her. If they catch her she will die. She cannot go back. The brutalities the Lord’s men subjected her to where too much for her. She would rather throw herself from the distant cliffs then go back.

Darkness is coming and she knows she must sleep, but where? In a panic she looks around in the twilight gloom, searching for a place to rest. Tears fall from her pretty green eyes, making tracks down her cheeks in the dirt. She brushes back her dark, tangled hair to look towards the sky, hoping to find a branch she can pull herself up on. As the sounds of the men get closer she scrambles up a broad old tree, hiding her naked body among the leaves.

Moments after she stops moving, she sees the men walk below her. She holds her breath, her hands over her mouth as she tries to hold her desperate cries inside. As if he senses her, the leader of the group, a boy himself, looks directly up at the branch she is hidden on. She recognizes the Lord’s son Dolan. All this time she knew she was to belong to him, but he never touched her himself, only watched with amusement as his father’s men used her in any way they pleased. Why did my father send me here to marry this cruel boy? Surely he knew what would be my fate…

She starts to panic as he continues to look at her, a slight smile creeping to his lips. “She’s not here, move on” he says to his men, the smile turning to a smirk as he looks up at her once more and moves into the shadows of the forest.

He knew where I was. He had to have known. Why didn’t he capture me?

She scrambles down from the tree as the sounds of their passing gets further away. Looking around she quickly darts to the west, away from the guards. She catches her foot on a tree root and tumbles down a hill… right into the middle of a Hunter camp.

The men around the fire look up and immediately start laughing. A tall burly man, obviously their leader, steps over to her. “Look what just fell into our lap boys. I wonder if this sweet little thing is what those guards are making all that noise about.”

He circles around her as she crouches on the ground, ready to attack if he gets too close. His hand reaches out to touch her long hair and she swats at him, her wrist caught easily in his large hand. She squeals and tries to twist out of his grip, but his fingers tighten roughly, surely bruising her soft flesh.

“Now, now little one. Don’t start with all that or we might have to turn your pretty little hide over to the guards” he says with a sneer. She struggles against him and he laughs as fresh tears start running down her face as he pulls her up to standing, turning her slightly so his men can see her naked body. “We got us a wild one here fellas. What should we do with her?”

The other men start laughing and making suggestions that make her blood run cold. Not again, please not again. A terror stronger than anything else she has ever felt before fills her and she starts to scream and kick wildly. The burly man claps his hand over her mouth and whispers in her ear, “Don’t scream little girl or these men here will be less inclined to go gentle on ya.”

Her green eyes go wild over his hand, her body shaking as she struggles harder against him. No! I will not let this happen again!

As if he could hear her thoughts, the man laughs and throws her into the arms of one of his men. Her pleading cries are ignored as the man’s hands move over her body, touching her breasts and pinching the nipples cruelly before sliding a hand between her thighs to test the wetness there. Despite her fear and anger at the indignity of being abused yet again, her traitorous body responds to the stimulation of his rough fingers on her clit. She squirms in his arms and he laughs before taking her lips in a deep kiss and pushing her into the waiting arms of another man.

The hunters pass her from man to man, all touching her, pushing her to respond until her tears no longer flow and her cries become whimpers of longing. Maybe they will let me go if I comply… one more night of terror and I can be free… but… why am I starting to enjoy this?

By the time the last man in the circle is done tormenting her body and throws her at his leader’s feet she is shivering in need and looking up at him with a new fire burning in her eyes. He looks down at her in amusement, “So girl… you like being handled by these rough hands? You like it more than the softness of those boys in the castle?”

She narrows her eyes at him and bites her bottom lip to keep from speaking, not wanting to admit her desire for the men. The leader crouches down so his face is level with hers, though his size makes him almost more intimidating than before as he speaks low, almost growling the words, “Answer me girl or I will tie you naked to a tree and let my men fuck you until you are screaming and those beautiful tears flow once again.”

She gasps at his rough language, her mouth falling open involuntarily as she pictures the scene he just described. Why does that make my blood burn with desire? What is wrong with me?!

Biting her lip harder she tries to think how to answer him as he looks at her with amusement in his eyes. She knows he can see her struggle not to admit what she wants. As he starts to turn, reaching for the coil of rope nearby, she moans and throws herself at him, “no please Sir, I will answer you!”

The men all laugh as the leader pulls her hard against him, his hand reaching down to play with the dripping folds of her pussy as he speaks. “Alright girl, speak your mind, and make sure these men can hear every word.”

She shudders as a wave of desire rocks her body and her hips move against his hand, her breath coming out in little gasps as she tries not to yield to him. Her mind races, the words suddenly spilling out of her, “yes Sir! I like it very much! I know I should not like it, but their hands and yours excite me!” The tears yet again fall, though now from shame more than fear. Why did he make me admit it? I am a whore for wanting their hands on me… can he not see my shame? Why is he so cruel?!

The man smiles and kisses her pouting lips before wiping away her tears. “You will soon get more than just our hands pretty girl. And when we are done with you, we will give you to Lord Dolan and his men. I have a feeling he wants his little toy back, freshly roughened up of course.”

At her startled gasp the men all start to laugh again. She struggles in his arms trying to get away and he grabs her hair and forces her to her knees. She cries out, the sound more a moan than anything else as she tries to fight against the desire burning in her belly. His hard hand in her hair makes her wince as he jerks her head back, making her look at him as he undoes the binding on his pants.

As she realizes there will be no getting away, she lets herself go to the fire in her blood and leans her body forward to him as his pants fall away. She licks her lips and looks into the eyes of her tormentor as she feels rough hands come from behind her and roughly grip her breasts. Another hand reaches between her parted thighs and presses a finger deep inside of her and she sighs.

While her body writhes in their arms she thinks back to her first night in the Lord’s castle. The first night she met her future husband. His words echoing in her mind as she closes her eyes and loses herself in the sensations…

“You will belong to me in every way Ena… I will give you to my father’s men to teach you that no matter what you may think, you are mine to do with as I please. You will realize one day that you enjoy this. You will want to please me in any way I ask of you because deep inside of you, you want this. Fight it as long as you want, but you will yield… and when you do… then you will know what it is to be truly free.”

Some how through the sounds of the men breathing close to her she hears a rustling in the leaves and her eyes open and she sees in the shadows the face of her future husband… her Master… and she smiles...