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.