Without sight

She knocked on his door. He’d had a special surprise for her, but had refused to tell her; every time she texted him to ask what they would be getting up to, he would just send a :3, which of course she responded to with a smug prick.

But he didn’t answer the door. Instead, the vibration of her phone told her Door’s open. This only fanned the flames of her curiosity; why didn’t he come to the door? After entering his apartment, she was met with a sign and a bin, instructing her to remove all of her clothes – all of them – and put on the blindfold hanging on a hook before coming to his room. “Okay, what’s his game…?” she asked, curious, a bit nervous, and a bit excited. After a moment of deliberating with herself, she stripped, sliding the blindfold onto her eyes.

Fortunately, his room was close to the entryway, so she didn’t have to bumble about his house without being able to see. Gingerly placing her hand on the doorknob and pushing through, she slowly walked in, cautious not to run into anything in her blinded state. Her breath seized up just a little, heart racing as her nipples hardened with delight at the thoughts of what he would do to her while she was blindfolded, helpless, incapable of escape….

As soon as she stepped in, she felt him pull her close to him from the front. She jumped slightly, feeling his body pressing against hers’, his strong, firm muscles wrapping around her. The skin on his chest touched hers, and she felt his legs, slightly hairy but by no means uncomfortably, brush against her legs. A hand fell to her hair as she slowly reached out, placing a hand on his back and one around her waist. The feeling of his naked skin against hers’ was like a spark of fire or lightning, and relaxed her nerves while her heart raced ever faster.

“How do I look?” she asked, self-conciously. Although he’d seen her naked before, this was a new circumstance. She felt his shoulders raise slightly, as if he shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know. I can’t see shit,” he playfully grasped one of her hands and, after giving her fingers a tender squeeze of affection, brought her hand up. Her fingertips touched soft velvet across his eyes before his fingers interlaced with hers and she felt his body over hers, pressing his lips to hers. Moaning into the lips of her tall lover, her body bristled with goosebumps as she felt heat between her legs with just a single kiss.

The nervousness of being blinded caused her legs to tremble and weakened her balance, but he held her strong; an arm around her waist keeping her standing strong as his skin pressed against hers. She felt his cock, growing from being firm to a hard, pulsing mass the more he kissed her. She tasted his lips, the minty aftertaste of toothpaste on his breath. She felt his arms, with taut muscles pulling her in and embracing him in his scent, an almost indescribable savory that made her melt like chocolate between the lips.

Reaching down for this pulsing member, just before she touched his cock, he grasped her hand. “No,” he said, kissing her neck softly under her ear, causing pleasure to run through her body starting at the top of her spine. “Not yet,” he said, slowly pulling away, before sliding next to her and lifting her into the air.

She let out a squeal as she was separated from the ground, and clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She normally didn’t like being lifted off the ground, nervous that she would be dropped, and now, having been separated from the ground while blindfolded, she was terrified, but exhilarated with the ease at which he hoisted her into the air. Her heart raced as he carried her, before he gently knelt down, placing her on his bed and crawling in after her, slipping his arms around her.

From there, he felt his hands begin to explore. Fingertips, grazing over her skin, slowly running along her arms. A single fingertip ran down her spine, sending a shiver through her body as the lightest of touches sent a hungry feeling through her and pulled a gasp from her lips. She pulled in close, feeling her pussy begin to pulse softly as his hand ran down the curve of her ass, noot squeezing, not digging in, just touching her.

Her hand wrapped around him, squeezing the back of his neck and running down his shoulders. While his long arms let him trace fingertips along the back of her legs, her hands squeezed the musculature of his shoulders, feel the strong but relaxed form of his back. Softly, she ran her nails up his hips, and felt the way he reacted, acutely aware of the slight trembling and the slightest of hitches in his breath as his cock throbbed firmly against her crotch.

Abandoning sight, she embraced his scent and explored his body. Leaning up, she kissed him, biting his lower lip before his tongue slipped against hers. His arms pulled her against him, and she grew intimately familiar with the shape of his form, focusing on every inch of him and exploring him without sight.

His lips pressed to her neck, before sucking and even sinking his teeth softly into her neck, and her nails dug deeper into him. “Just a little more,” she asked and his teeth sunk in just barely deeper; an almost imperceptible amount, but enough to make her hips buck softly and grind against him. Leaning in, she kissed his lips hard, before rolling over on top of him, slowly pulling her arms from under his weight.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as his hands fell on her waist and squeezed her, pressing her body down, her pussy grinding hard against his cock without letting it slide in. She felt weightless, his hands falling to her waist and lifting her just barely; not even all the way off his body, but negating her weight. Leaning in, she kissed him with an understated hunger, a need and a lust without any sense of vulgarity, slipping her tongue into his mouth, pushing back once his tongue pressed against hers, feeling his hard flesh throbbing in time with his accelerating heart between the lips of her slit, driving her crazy.

She could have grabbed his cock and pulled her into him in an instant, but instead in the brief moment where she considered taking her lover, he rolled over, softly pinning her to the bed. His hands pressed against her wrists, holding her to the bed, before she felt his hands softly rise up her wrists. Back arching, she felt his skin sliding against hers’ as his fingers interlaced with hers and held her down.

One moment later, he leaned in and kissed her chest. Between her breasts. She anticipated him sucking on her nipple, nibbling it, blowing on it, but he kept kissing her chest while his cock throbbed against her thigh. She pushed back, but could not budge him, she couldn’t move him as she saw nothing, but felt his strength completely, restraining her helplessly without hurting her even a little.

Incapable of fighting, incapable of forcing more, she bucked her hips as he kissed her breasts, slowly kissing in a circle around each nipple. Teasing, he slowly kept building her up, higher and higher, exploring her body more as she gasped, listening to his breath, feeling a pleasurable flame burn through her, feeling his weight holding her down without crushing her.

Eventually, she stopped squirming, she stopped shaking, she stopped trying to get his cock into her, and she listened to his body, listened to her body, and gave herself to a feeling of overwhelming passion as she began to quiver.

She felt him let go of one hand, which she then placed on the back of his neck, and then the next feeling was the lips of her pussy being spread by the firm head of his cock, her precum soaking it and dribbling down between her legs for the briefest of moments.

 She let out a scream of bliss as he slid into her without resistance.

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Hesitant Fox

So, this was to be a scene from a novel idea I had that I’m still toying with, but I don’t know if I’m going to finish and release.  Regardless, I feel sorta bad about not posting anything for a few days, so I tidied it up, and here you go.

 

My entire body tensed up as Joshua began to prepare his rope. His brow was furrowed in intense concentration as I stood, shifting.

I’m nervous.

Terrified and excited. Impatient and calm. I wanted to run away, and I wanted to remain rooted to the ground. But where would I run? Joshua’s piercing eyes meet mind. “Do you want to run away?” he asks, looking me square in the eyes.

Even through my mask, he can see deep into my very being, see what a scared little rabbit I felt like instead of the unflappable vixen I was trying to show him. “A little,” I responded in a voice that was far smaller than expected, and he gave a small, wry smile.

“Are you going to run away?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Not if I wanted to run, but if I would run. Gathering myself, I stood as tall as my shaky legs would let me. “No.” My voice was still small, but rather than the voice of a terrified rabbit, it was the voice of a hesitating but brave fox.

“Good girl,” he praised as a beastial grin washed over his features.  That grin reminded me that despite his gentle demeanor, Joshua is a beast on the inside.  As if I could forget. “Now. Take off your clothes,” he ordered, and within an instant I went rigid with fright and nerves.

I looked around. The club was full of people having their own scenes, sitting on the couch talking, getting refreshments, and in one corner, having sex. “Remember,” I said, looking Joshua square in the eye as I slowly peeled myself out of my dress. His eyes trailed down without shame, admiring my body, hungering for my flesh. I couldn’t help but have a little, wry smile behind my mask as I reached behind my back, undoing the bra that held my breasts and hid them from the hungry animal that was about to tie me up. “No removing my mask, and no fucking me tonight,” I finished.

“No fucking you tonight,” he repeated, giving that a thought. An odd expression of contemplation flickered across his face, before the face of the man preparing to bind me flashed with an evil smile.

I almost ran away just then, rather than take my panties off.

Almost.

Joshua’s hands are graceful and adept. In an instant, I feel the soft but firm compression of rope around my chest, and my head feels like it’s floating. He slips the ropes under and over my breasts, never giving them a squeeze or feeling them while focusing on binding my body. His focus is admirable, but something inside me feels neglected, longs for the beastly feeling of his eyes on me and his desire for my flesh.

A growl from behind me in my ear conveyed all of those feelings of lust, of desire, of barely-restrained passion. I nearly turn to face him, but his strong hand forced my face forward through a grip on my hair, sending a surge of pain through my scalp that transformed itself into pleasure. 

After letting out a tiny moan, I grinned behind my mask and turn to face him again, but he just jerked my face forward a second time. The third time, though, he pulled back hard on my hair.  Our eyes met, and my grin faded as his coy smile was mixed with annoyance.

“If you’re going to be a brat, I won’t tie you up,” he warned threateningly.

I growl. Bastard. You’re supposed to force me into it. You’re supposed to spank me and make me cry and whimper until I stop moving, then tie me up. That’s how it’s supposed to work.
After my head is forced back up, I hear his whispered voice in my ear. “Don’t forget which one of us is in control here.”

I almost snarled back, but I stop. If I did that then he wouldn’t tie me up and I needed to be tied up! How dare he…

He…

He outmaneuvered me. Completely and utterly. I demanded force and violence, but he instead defeated me through the strength of his mind.  The realization left me confused, nervous, and soaking wet between my legs. I underestimated Joshua, and I may have just been out of my depth. So why did I want to dive even further, no matter how dark and terrifying the waters proved themselves to be?

His ministrations continued, and slowly my head began to feel like it was swimming as my body was bound. Desire burned between my legs as my body was wrapped in more and more rope. “Okay, now we’re going to put you in the air, Fox,” he warned “You ready?” Amusement flashes onto his face when I nod.

My arms were behind my back. I could still move quite a bit, but I running away wasn’t an option. I was already tied to the ceiling, even if my feet were on the ground. I didn’t want to run away anymore, anyways. My fear was gone, and every time it threatened to return, it was replaced by the sound of Joshua’s voice. I wanted this.

The feeling of being lifted into the air, supported mostly by the weight of rope on my torso was surreal, new, intense and exciting. I could feel the beat of my life traced in lines all across my skin under the rope. The feeling of the pressure running in lines was blissful, pulling the tiniest of moans from my lips.

“How is it? Are you comfortable?”

I nodded.

A moment passed, and I felt a sting against my ass as he strikes me. A sting which scattered into a mix of pain, pleasure, and a cloudy feeling which just filled my head with even more lightness – lightness and joy; it was like floating and swimming all at once. “I want to spank you twenty times. Can you take it?”

“Yes.” To please Joshua, I would let him spank me a thousand times.

Blow after blow rained down, and each time more pain runs through me more intense than the last time, as does bliss. With each blow I felt his desire, his hunger, and his primal need tearing through me, filling my body.  With every single blow, I felt my pussy burn hotter and grow wetter than ever, pulsing, longing to feel him fill me with that desire.

When he stopped, I nearly cried. I wanted more!  I wanted more than this pain! I wanted to feel him inside of me while he spanks me.  I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted him to fill me. “Please…” I whispered.

“Please what? More spankings?”

“Please…!” The thought of asking for sex made my cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment.  I was always taught that good girls don’t ask to be fucked like wild animals, so I couldn’t say more.  After waiting for me to ask for something specific for a moment, I felt his hand on my ass again. He spanked me harder and harder, pulling the sounds from heaven and hell out of my lips.

“Please!” I begged harder, and he stopped.

“Oh? That’s not what you wanted?” he asked, moving around to the front of me, wearing the same evil smile he wore before, but this time I wasn’t afraid. I wanted this man’s evil, I wanted his good, I wished for him to fuck me whether he was a god or a devil. “How about this?” he asked me before leaning in to kiss me on the forehead of my mask.

“Please…” I tried to speak, but it my voice was the lustful moans of a bitch in heat. “Take it off and kiss me,” I begged, before he looked at me funny, shaking his head. His lips met the lips of my mask, but they wouldn’t touch my own.

“You told me that I’m not allowed to take your mask off before we started,” he told me. I whimpered and kick my legs, struggling and thrashing, trying to get my hands free, trying to take the damn mask off so he could fucking kiss me properly!

Strong hands held me in place in the air, binding even my struggles. Soft lips ran down my neck, down my collarbone, skipping the rope and leading him to plant his lips on my breasts, but not my nipples.

He wouldn’t kiss my nipples, even though that’s what I wanted, what I was howling and practically begging for.  His lips trailed further down. Each kiss leaves a trace of heat and pleasure and passion as he explored my skin with his lips. Down to my hips. Onto my legs.

Strong hands pried my legs apart.

The tip of his tongue ran up my leg, up my thigh.  It didn’t take him long to find the cooling trail of juice dribbling down my thigh, and as he let out an approving moan, I felt the tip of that hot tongue run up along the river of my juice. I nearly came just from feeling his tongue so close to my pussy as she pulsed and throbs, screaming at me that she needs this man inside of her, and she needed him right now!

“Please!” I moaned. I couldn’t say anything else anymore.  I tried to scream for him to eat me out, to lick me, but I couldn’t even find the words.

His tongue trailed up my thigh before jumping over to the other thigh, sending the same needing feeling through me as I barely bite back a scream. I felt him pull away, and as I looked down, I could see that his eyes were focused on mine as his hands held strong onto my hips. I was dripping wet. Take me, I wanted to beg as he leaned in to kiss my pussy.

An instant before he did so, he stopped, so very close that I could feel his breath on my vulva.

“Wait,” he said with a pause, looking up at me. “If I eat you out, that’s oral sex, isn’t it?” he asked. Who cares?! Please, release me from this torment! “We agreed on no sex,” he mentioned with a frown that was a little too theatrical. No, no, we can have sex, I tried to say to him but the words only came out as moaning and groaning. Really, fuck me, fuck me!

“I guess we can’t go back on that this time,” he said with a shrug, standing up and standing over me.

“Please…!” I cry. It’s so hard to say. It’s so hard to ask for. I couldn’t ask for it, I was scared, I don’t want to be a slut, I want to be a good girl, but I needed to say it, I needed to have it! “Please, fuck me!”

Joshua tries to frown, but the corners of his mouth are giving that same cruel, evil smile they had when he started, showing the truth behind that fake expression of disappointment. “I can’t. It’d be breaking consent.  It isn’t what we agreed to.”

“Please, please,” I practically am screaming as I’m struggling. “Take me, please,” I’m begging, pleading, sobbing, trying to hump the air as Joshua’s cruel grin became as plain as day.

“I can’t,” he said with a shrug. His gaze was impassive, as if it didn’t bother him either way. Didn’t he want to fuck me? Didn’t he think I was beautiful?  Couldn’t he see how wet and dropping and sopping I was?!  I was consenting!  I was begging!

I couldn’t stop begging him to fuck me, and I couldn’t stop humping the air, no matter how badly I tried to hold still.

“Alright, I think… that may be enough,” he said over my lustful sobbing, seemingly surprised with how intensely I was begging to be taken. “I’m going to let you down, now.”

As he lowered me, my feelings of lust mixed with feelings of disappointment, of being unwanted. He wouldn’t take me. Even if I begged, he wouldn’t fuck me. I didn’t understand. I had never met a man who found me attractive who wouldn’t fuck me if I begged them hard enough.  I’d never met a man who didn’t at least find me attractive to put his dick in me if I asked, even if he didn’t really care about me.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I wobbled a little. And when the rope no longer supported my weight my body slumped.

My eyes closed and the world went dark as the ground rose to meet me.

I stopped. My body stopped falling, and it felt like strong, herculean arms were wrapped around me.

A body, hard yet lithe held me. Arms kept me from falling. A cock as hard as a steel beam pressed against my thigh, barely contained by thin fabric. When I opened my eyes and allowed them to focus, it was Joshua.

Joshua’s strong arms. Joshua’s concerned eyes. Joshua’s steel beam of a cock. One arm held my weight as another worked on the rope. Even with one arm, he supported me without the slightest hint of strain.

Joshua helped me stand.

Joshua undid the rope around me.

Without letting me go, he grabbed a sheet and wrapped me up to cover me, pressing his body against mine as he walked me over to one couch off to the side.  He pulled me into his lap, letting me feel exactly how hard his cock was; so hard I could feel every beat of his heart in the blood that flowed through it, even though the fabric of his jeans and the sheet that wrapped me up.  Just how much willpower did this man have to not fuck me with a cock this violently hard?

His arms held me close, and pulled me into his scent.  In my bliss, I gazed up at this man’s eyes, and wanted more, I wanted him to see me, I didn’t want this mask separating us anymore.

I wanted him to kiss me.  A real, lips-to-lips kiss between a man and a woman, not a man and a plastic protective cover.  I wanted it more than anything in the world other than that pulsing mass of steel-made-flesh under my tender butt to fill one of my holes, or maybe all of them in turn.

His hand reached up and grabbed mine before I could pull the mask from my face. “Not tonight,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my earlobe afterwards.  His hand fell on the back of my head which gently pulled me in closer, to which I obliged by pressing my head to his chest and letting his entire self wrap me up.

Wrapped in a sheet and in his muscles, in a world consisting of nothing but Joshua, I felt safe enough to doze off as my crotch against him, knowing that this man wouldn’t take me against my will, no matter how beautiful he found me.

 

Not Yet (Scrap)

This is a scrap; it’s an incomplete story which I heavily doubt I will finish.  Still, it has some fun foreplay elements, and some nice D/s.  If you don’t mind something that may be a little rougher around the edges and is incomplete (so you’ll need to fill in the ending with your own imagination), please enjoy.

Your back strikes the wall.  Pressure comes over your body as I pin you to the wall, your wrists pressed firmly down at your sides as your gaze meets mine.

Despite looking into the eyes of someone who want to devour you, you keep your will resolved and your expression resolute.

Glaring, you fill yourself with defiance and struggle, trying to pull your wrists free, but my hands hold fast, unrelenting in their restraint without squeezing.  You growl and hiss, trying to pull away, but my hands don’t budge, and a small smile begins to come over my face.

Your arms are lifted upward.  Now, you resist as best you can, try to struggle, lock your arms, do something, but my strength overcomes yours like you were just a child.  “No,” is all I say as I lift your arms high, so high you almost need to stand tiptoed, pulling your body up as my hips press into yours.  Your breath quickens as I lean in, setting my face inches from your ear.

“Now be a good girl and stop struggling,” I whisper, sliding one leg between yours and grinding my thigh against your crotch as teeth sink hard into the place where your shoulder meets your neck.

A sharp intake of breath tells me that you want to moan, want to yell, but don’t want to give me the satisfaction.  The way your hips grind just barely against me as my thigh presses into your still-covered pussy tells me that you’re turned on.  The quivering of your body tells me of your breaking resistance, and the now-pathetic attempts to break my grasp tell me you can’t just surrender.

So I bite you again on the neck, and kiss you on the earlobe.  I press my thig inbetween your legs and press my hard chest into your soft breasts.  I pull my teeth from your neck to see you trying to avoid my gaze.

“Look at me.”

You refuse to obey the command, and for a moment one of your wrists is free before a shock of pain reels through your face from my slap and your knees almost buckle, if not for the fact that my thigh is supporting you, holding you up by the cunt.

“Look at me.”  My orders are obeyed, and you try to hide the lust in your eyes as I hold both of your small wrists with one large hand; A symbolic binding compared to the previous one, but you know what will happen if you break that binding.

You know I’ll reduce you to tears if you break that binding.

My gaze doesn’t break from yours, as I soak in every expression as my free hand traces fingers down your arm, along your neck, making you pleasantly shudder when it reaches your bite mark.

When it touches your breast, a soft, lustful sound escapes your lips and a smile, darker, crueler, more dangerous and more beastial replaces the previous one.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, breaking and surrendering.

“What was that?” I ask, teasing your nipple through your shirt and pushing up against your crotch with my leg when your legs weaken.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimper, your eyes beginning to beg.

“I can’t hear you,” I smile darkly.

“I need you to fuck me!” You almost scream, leaning forward a bit as I move in.  Our bodies are enveloped in heat as our lips touch.  I kiss you like I want to devour you, like I want to eat you alive and drink up all of your pleasure like an incubus, peaking your soul only to devour it.

I kiss you with hunger, fire, need, and when I pull back I smile cruelly, letting your wrists go as I grasp the front of your shirt with both hands, tearing it open and exposing your hard nipples to the cool air outside your chest.

“Not yet,” I say, sadism and rapture etching itself hard into my voice as I keep you from falling to your knees by grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you up before I lean in to wrap my lips around one of your nipples.

Tell me that you’re gorgeous

“Tell me that you’re gorgeous.”

 

As she lay on her side, one leg lifted to make it easy for me to see my cock driving into her pussy, her curves quaked as our bodies collided. Small ripples ran along the skin of her breasts as each impact drove her body to shake and filled her with more beauty. Her eyes, holding a hazel hue that heralded harmony to my whole held closed. That pale skin, dotted with freckles, contrasted with my own darker skin, the only mark of where her body ended and mine began.

 

Her eyes opened as she looked up at me, staring into my eyes after my order. Her body resonated with mine and her breath was broken with sounds of lust, sounds of passion, sounds that drove me to pull up on her strong leg and spread her pussy so I could fuck her deeper. As she turned her head to bite into my pillow, muffling the screams that rose from her chest, I demanded that she acknowledge what I’d known from the very instant I laid my eyes on her.

 

“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!”

 

Sounds of pleasure broke free from her luscious lips as she briefly opened her eyes once more to meet the ferocity of my gaze, the sheer desire which overwhelmed my senses. Meeting her eyes only made me pull harder, putting my hands on her lower back and on her belly, digging my fingers in and use it as a handle to bring us all the closer, to fill her more deeply than I ever had.

 

“I can’t,” she whispered as her eyes met mine and her body trembled, her mind resisting the command; resisting and straining against the concept that was as clear to me as the blue of the sky, the wetness of the ocean, the rapturous feeling of her body wrapped around mine, and the brilliance of her kisses.

 

“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!” I demanded again as her body squeezed me, throbbed around me, filled me with a pleasure which was beautiful in and of itself, even disregarding the sight before me. Not that disregarding such a sight was possible.

 

“I can’t say something I don’t believe,” she said, looking into my eyes and smiling. There was the tiniest bit of sadness mixed with that pleasure, a wish that she could say the words I demanded. The smallest hint of an apology for being incapable of fulfilling my demand. It was a smile that was filled with the honest bliss of the joy that our coming together brought, but also tinted with a hint of pain of wishing that she could believe those words, but couldn’t bring herself to.

 

I kissed her. I kissed those beautiful lips and sucked on that delicious tongue. I drove myself into that amazing feeling and that intense warmth and moaned into that welcoming mouth. I held down that feminine body and filled it with my strength and shook the world around us.

 

 

You can’t say those words to me because you don’t believe them? Alright. I’ll take some time and make you believe them. If what you’ve been told is that you aren’t astonishing and breathtaking, I’ll make sure to teach you the truth and blow away the lies.

Thank You For Giving Me What’s Mine

“I can’t breathe…”

I know it’s a lie. I know you can breathe just fine as I look at you, grabbing you by the scalp and pulling back, grinning as you scream, bending down to your knees and look at me, trembling. Lips the color of blood, your body held tight in a corset the shade of rose-pedals, beautiful blue-green eyes filled with fear, excitement, confusion.

You want to run away and you want to stop. You shudder as you look at me before I slap you, causing you to look away as I release your hair.

“Stand up,” I say as you slowly raise yourself. Your breath is hitched, quick. I look down at you.

The rose-colored corset is almost tied. I pull the laces tighter as you let out a soft yelp, quivering as I tie the laces before stepping back to take a look at you, smiling at your beauty.

Clipped near the top of the single braid of your long, auburn hair is a rose whose white pedals have been dyed black. Your slender, pale neck has a heavy, black, locked collar which you can’t remove without a key.

Your curves show beautifully, from your large bust that calls for lips and a tongue, to your waist, held in tight by your garb. Leading down to thick, wide, gorgeous, feminine hips, down to a pair of panties without the crotch, the lips of your labia spreading out from the slit like the pedals of a flower. From your corset come a pair of garters which trail down your beautiful, strong thighs to a pair of thigh-high socks, striped in black and red, leading all the way down to your shining, black heels.

I smile, brushing your hair as you look at me, quivering.

“How is your new corset?” I ask, looking at you as you shiver at my gaze. I can tell you’re nervous, but you also bloom at my attention. Just looking at you can tell me how your heart races.

“Your doll…” you swallow, gathering your courage. “Your doll thanks you for dressing it up,” you say.

I approach you, slipping a hand behind you, bending you down. You yelp slightly, losing your balance. Your body shakes under me, but you do not fall. I will not let you fall. I have you, and I support your weight with one hand, and I lean in, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Good girl,” I say, before I lift you back onto your feet, circling around you.

You can hear nothing for a moment. You try to glance back. “Don’t turn,” calls my voice. You face forward, swallowing, feeling the weight of my collar on your neck as your heart races.

Before an instant passes, you feel soft blows to the back of your calves and drop to your knees with only a whimper, facing downwards. “Good girl,” I say. You feel my hand on your head, patting you in praise.

Your arms are jerked back, and suddenly you feel rope begin to slip around your wrists. When you try to turn back to see what I’m doing, your entire world is shaken as my open hand strikes your cheek, sending your world into a startled spiral.

Your head goes numb as you feel your arms bound, and your head is jerked back by your hair. You shake your head, whimper. “Please,” you whisper in lustful desperation. I don’t know if you’re begging me to please stop or please keep going, and neither do you as I slip the braid of your hair into the rope that binds your hands, forcing you to keep your back arched, to keep your head back or to suffer. Grabbing you by the rope that binds your hands I force you to stand or tear your own hair out as you whimper, shuddering.

“Please,” you whisper. For mercy, or for more? You won’t say. You can’t say because you’re asking for both. The scared little girl in you wants to run away. The strong woman inside of you wants to be pleasured sexually. The animal wants to be taken and fucked and filled.

When I bend you over my bed and you squirm, I growl, slapping you on the thighs. “Spread,” I say.

You shift, clenching your thighs tight for a minute as you fight yourself, before spreading them. You feel a pause, before suddenly an electrical feeling of pleasure comes through you as you feel me kiss your pussy.

“Aaa…” you moan as I begin to lick the inside of your cunt, as I wrap my tongue in your taste. Before long I stop licking the inside of your pussy and begin to tease your clit with just the tip of my tongue as you moan.

“Please…” you say, quivering. I know you’re afraid of oral, you’re afraid you don’t taste good, but again you don’t want me to stop. You can’t want me to stop. You shudder and squirm, trying to look back farther for a moment before letting out a yelp as you feel your own scalp cry out in punishment for trying to move your head.

“Oh gods… Oh gods,” You feel my finger slip deep into your pussy as my tongue licks your clit, as the nerves your sexual organs send messages of pleasure, of heat, energy and light running all through your body. You pant hard, your thoughts going numb. You want it. You want more.

You want to feel yourself full of hot, sticky cum, and you grind hard against my finger, moaning.

“That’s it,” I say, moaning as I lick your clit, feeling your pussy spasm and tighten around my finger. “You know what I want,” you hear me say.

I want your cum, is what my voice in your head says, you know the message I’m telling you. Your body clenches, spasming, as your breath is caught in the corset and in your throat and you open your mouth to scream while your pussy explodes, tightening and soaking my finger and my face.

No sound comes out as you scream silently, breathlessly, your head going light as your vision fades, leaving only desire and animal lust.

Your entire body, all of your senses are numb before you feel flesh, hot and pulsing slide into your exposed pussy, sliding between the lips of your labia and you let out a groan and a cry as your still shuddering pussy clenches around my cock desperately while you feel my hands on your shoulders, my nails digging into your flesh.

“Oh god,” you mumble as your pussy begins to pulse even harder, clench even tighter against my bare flesh, as the room is filled with our flesh colliding. You can’t breathe, choked by the tight corset, by the tight collar, by the pleasure that runs through you as your head feels light. My nails in your shoulders only pull you harder onto me.

You try to struggle with your hands, try to grab something for mercy, but there is no mercy. You can’t escape, you can’t even hold on or push away as your nails dig into their opposite hand and you let out more and more cries as your pussy clenches me like a vice, as more explosions of pleasure rip through you, as your body glistens with sweat and your cum lubricates and soaks me.

“Yes, that’s it, cum all over my cock. That’s right,” I growl and command. Not that I need to command. I just need to fuck you senseless, and you’re already almost senseless, helpless and loving every moment. The little girl that wants to run has been silenced, as has the strong woman who wants to be pleasured.

All you are now is an animal, being taken violently, roughly, and completely dominated by her mate as he pounds away inside of you, and fills you up.

Yes, yes, please, yes, is what you want to say, but you can’t. You can’t even make any words as you struggle. Bound. Underneath me. Feeling my cock grow hotter, harder, as I pound you harder and faster, as your heart in your chest aches and beats and

Your pussy suddenly feels so much more full and you let out a scream as I fill you with cum. I drive myself harder, faster, more viciously into your flesh I fill your pussy to the very brim with hot, sticky, white seed as you let out a scream, your body clenching tight, squeezing and milking me without asking you if you want it.

Because you do.

Every part of you wants this right now.

You don’t know how long it lasts. Your senses fade in and out, but after a few minutes, or maybe hours, or maybe days, or maybe months, or maybe years, you feel my hands wrapped around you. My torso resting on your back, or rather on your hands, your hair pulled from the bondage but your hands still bound behind your back as I cuddle up to you, my cock still filling you, still holding my cum inside of you without letting it escape.

We remain that way, nearly breathless and bent over my bed for longer than you can contemplate before I start grinding inside of you again.

Just that is enough to make your sated desire stir and shudder, and I feel you grind back against me. Slowly, I stand up and reach down, beginning to undo the rope binding your hands before pulling them up, pulling you up into a standing position while I start beginning to thrust rather than merely grinding.

Your pussy is full, wet, soaked, and tired, but it twitches, sending a feeling of both sore contentment and desire, of wanting, wanting even more seed if I can give it to you.

You want it all. Your body wants all my seed, and I can feel it from the way you squeeze me, trying to milk me for more.

So I thrust inside of you, more and more while taking your hands, wrapping my fingers in you as I pound you. While I fuck you, and use you, and while your body takes from me.

Our bodies know. Our bodies know, and our instincts know that you belong to me, that you are my toy, but at the same time, my seed is yours. My cum, my genes belong to you, and they belong to your body, and your body knows what to do with it as you stand up and begin to grind into me, pressing your hips and ass into me, using me to support your weight as your legs are exhausted, sore from cumming and your balance is weakened by the heels.

Holding your hands up, forcing you to stand straight, I hold your hands as if I were a tender, sweeter lover as I continue to fuck you, pulling some of our cum out of you and splattering it all over your ass and my thighs, covering us in our own juices, covering us in sweat and semen and all sorts of other symbols of our rough, violent, animal lust and love.

You turn back while I take you from behind, and our lips meet. Our lips meet and our breath crosses, mixes, twirls as your lips pull eachother in and press against eachother, our tongues teasing and twirling. I keep fucking you, keep pounding you, my tired cock wanting more and more from your body, wanting more from the body that belongs to me.

Before long, I push you down again, but lift your legs, pulling you onto the bed, taking you from behind. My hands dig into your hips, fingertips gripping hard, almost violently as I use your curves as a handle, pulling your ass back into me as you let out another cry.

This rough treatment sends desire through you as you feel the beast that I’ve become, letting your body do exactly as it desires, squeezing my cock and as it throbs inside of you. It’s exhaustion fades as you feel me throbbing and pulsing harder and harder, building up more and more heat in your body. But you want more. So in desperation you reach down, beginning to finger your own clit, fingering yourself.

You feel pleasure run through you which spikes every time I take you to the hilt, every time your soft fingers stroke your nub, spikes of desire and pleasure completely overwhelming your mind.

You cum, covering me in more of your juices.

You cum again, exploding all over me, clenching my cock and forcing it to become even harder and hotter in your pussy.

You cum again, demanding my flesh for even more of my seed, demanding that I give it all to you and demanding that I fuck you harder.

So when you feel my hands gripping you harder, hard enough to bruise and I begin to fuck you with reckless abandon like a sex toy, you scream, you let out a cry, ripping through the breathless silence and overtaking the violent sounds of our bodies slamming eachother as you feel my body tighten and hear me growling in your ear.

When you feel me explode inside of you again, send another surge of semen running through you, you let out a scream. Your world goes white. There is no breath, no air, only this feeling of me filling you up, this feeling of me leaving absolute heat and a piece of myself inside of you as your body goes numb.

You’re overwhelmed. All of your senses go white as you begin to sob in joy, rapture, desire, in every emotion as your mind is completely consumed by the satisfaction of a beast which got everything that it wanted, your head falling forward.

“Ahhhnnn…” you let out a moan as my hands grasp yours softly, gently, and our fingers interlace themselves and you groan, your tired pussy still squeezing my cock as I rest inside of you, drape myself over you and protect you.

Feeling the warmth of my cum, you try to make a sound. “Nnn…” you can’t make even a single syllable, but I know what you said.

Thank you, Master, for giving me your seed. Thank you for giving me what is mine.

Thread; An instant in eroticism

I am bound.

My arms above my head, a single silvery thread traces all the way around my body, down my arms to my breasts, over my crotch, around each leg.

I am bound, but not with rope or cord or chain. No. I am bound with the most fragile of thread.

Master’s binding is peculiar, but it is strong. I test it, but the string will not budge. It will not break.

When Master takes a cane to my ass, I scream and squirm yet the thread does not break.

When Master puts clothespins on my nipples, I yelp and jerk away yet the thread does not break.

When Master kisses my lips and runs his fingers between my legs and teases me with cruelty, my body quivers and my knees bend yet the thread holds me up and does not break.

And when Master leans in and whispers ‘You are free,’ my arms pull away and snap the thread, wrapping themselves around his strong body as I sink into the warmth and strength of his chest.

After all, no thread could ever bind me. It was always his will that I not break the thread that bound me.

Punishment at the Party

I smile at you as I stroke your cheek, admiring the maid outfit we picked out, especially noting the fishnets and tall red heels that complimented your vivid red collar.

Every Monday I have guests over, and you’re expected the cater to their needs – well, their needs for beverages.  “Everyone’s going to be here in half an hour.  Do you have everyones’ drinks ready?” I ask, smiling, to which you nod.

“Yes, I’m ready, Master,” you respond happily, as you start preparing tea.  I could see my offer to get you a pony doll if you prepared everyone’s drinks flawlessly was motivating.

I shook my head with amusement as I finished preparing the games.  It amused me, but I adored it about you that you could maintain childlike innocence as you grew into the beautiful woman you are.

The guests came in, mostly men but a couple women and one couple.  Overall there were about eighteen people in our home having drinks, playing games, chatting over all sorts of little and big things.  And through it all was my corsetted and collared little maid, flitting about, making sure to keep the entire social occasion a well-lubricated wheel.

However, I found myself frowning a bit as I noticed one of my guests getting a bit… rowdy.  Now, we had fun here, but it was important to maintain a high standard of elegance and proper conduct.  What’s more, I knew this man only became so rowdy after drinking.

I sighed.  Giving it a bit of thought, I headed into the kitchen to see you steeping some tea.  You looked back, smiling.  “Hey Master, how am I,” you started before seeing disappointment on my face.  Your expression instantly shifted to one of ‘I’m in so much trouble,’

You tried to turn, but my hand lashed out and I instantly had a fistful of hair.  “Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, trying to struggle away.  Ignoring it, I slowly walked you into the main room where everyone was chatting amongst themselves.

“Everyone, may I have your attention!” I bellowed out as you whimpered ‘Please, no,’ before everyone stopped talking.

The room was dead silent.  The tension here was enough to stop your struggling.  Using the opportunity, I lightly tapped you on the back of the knee with one foot, signalling you to your knees as terror overcame your expression.

“Mr. Curtis,” I said, glaring at my rather rowdy friend who was instantly cowed.  “Your behavior has been… inelegant,” I say.  A bit of an understatement, but understatement is a handy tool.  “I’m well aware of the fact that you are quite smashed out of your wits, and I would appreciate it if you would sit down and have some coffee for a bit before I have to eject you for undesired advances,”

The man had the sense to look ashamed and sit down without complaint after a sharp glare.  “However, my maid will be unable to procure it for some time, because she has committed an error.  Now.  What do you feel you have done?” I say, looking at you, forcing you to look at me with a sharp jerk on your hair.

All around, all eyes are on you.  You try to focus on me, but your eyes glance around, seeing voyeuristic, grinning faces that seem to be filled with amusement or excitement.  All around you, everyone is looking forward to what happens.

Paralyzed by hesitation, you’re brought back to the real world with a sharp slap across the face and your head being forced down.  “She was given very explicit instructions to neither serve strong drinks, nor to serve alchohol to anybody becoming rowdy.  Because I have needed to reprimand and humiliate my dear friend, clearly this instruction was broken.  So.  What did you do?” I asked, my gaze focused on you.

You knew that I rewarded obedience, but I punished disobedience without hesitation.  You also knew that if you did not answer, your punishment would dip into cruelty.

“I made him a long island iced tea,” you asked, trying to shield your face.  “Please, Master, don’t slap me,” you begged, while ignoring the gazes around you.

“I won’t” I said, and slowly you lowered your hands, cautiously.

A blur of sharp pain as I pulled you by your hair, dragged you to your feet momentarily then threw you over my knee as I lifted up the skirt of your outfit, showing everyone your black thong and black garters.  “No, please, stop, Master,” you cried out before you felt my hand strike your ass, sending a surge of pain through your body.

More than the pain, though, you feel their eyes.  Watching you.  Admiring your ass.  Listening to you cry out as each and every blow impacts you.  You see their lecherous gazes and their envious expressions, wishing they could have you bent over their knee.

You can see that everyone in this room, even (if not especially) the women wants to fuck you.

Not that you can think about it.  Before you can, my hand strikes you again and sends more pain through you.  Over and over again, brutally my hand assaults your ass, sends pain running through you, fills the room with an even more lustful feeling.  A feeling which begins to overtake you.

“Please…” you don’t say it ‘stop’ in the end of that anymore, even though you try to mean it.  But you’re overwhelmed.  Your mind is going slightly numb, the spikes of pain filling your senses and turning into a twisted pleasure.  Looking around you see yourself being watched, see yourself being the center of attention.

And you want them to keep staring.

After thirty blows on each side, you feel your thong pulled aside and a spike of fear runs through you as your head rises.  “No, Mas-” your head is pushed down as fingers run against your vulva.  Your pussy aches a little, throbbing, wanting to be filled.

You feel a finger slide into you and your body grips it as you let out a whimper.  You make eye contact with a tall woman who focuses on your eyes, eying you like a wolf watching the pack’s alpha eat.  Wanting, but unable to approach, hoping there will be something for her.

Your focus on her breaks when you feel that finger pumping in and out of you, fucking you.  It violently drives itself into you, fucking you, pleasuring you and making your entire body sing and scream in desire.  Your breath grows hitched as you feel moans pulling themselves from your lips.

“God!” You moan as your hips grind back against your hand, feeling your entire body grow hotter and wetter, heart racing.  You feel tension running through you, something growing louder and louder inside of you.  Heat builds in your loins as you buck back against my hand, feeling your orgasm approaching.

Just as your toes try to curl in your heels and you explode with pleasure, I pull my hand out of your pussy.

“No!” You nearly scream, grinding back into me, whimpering like I’m a cruel thief before you realize what just happened.

Before you realize that everyone is smiling even more.

Before you’re thrown bent over the coffee table while I pin your face to the table and you hear the sound of pants unzipping and you realize you’re about to be fucked.

In front of everyone.

So you try to struggle, but it’s a pitiful struggle.  Even for you it’s pitiful.  Your pussy is too hot, burning too hot to resist as I slap it with the head of my cock.  You want it too bad to fight it.

So I slide my cock into you as you let out a cry.  It’s huge, giant compared to your tight little pussy and it hurts to take all the way, but it hurts so good you wouldn’t dare ask for the pain to stop.

“Oh god, oh god,” you moan as I begin to drive my cock into you, hips slamming into yours, one hand digging so hard into your hip it hurts.  Pleasure and pain rip through you as you feel every eye on us, watching you be violently taken atop the coffee table.

It hurts and it’s humilating and you want it.  Your hands grip the sides of the table for stability as I drive you into the table, almost crushing your body with my strength.

You feel it building up again, even hotter, even harder.  Your body is under pressure and there’s heat inside of you.  You want to hold back but it escapes like steam, a scream ripped from your body as my cock feels bigger as you squeeze it tighter.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You scream as your body explodes into pleasure.  You tense up all over, arching your back against me pushing you down, screaming in front of everyone in the room as your pussy clenches and squeezes me, growing tighter and more resistant.

You hear me growl and fuck you harder and harder, grabbing your hips with both hands and driving myself into you like an animal, feeling my cock grow harder and hotter, pulse stronger.

You feel my cock spasm violently and fill you with cum, and you scream as it makes you have another orgasm before the first is over. The pleasure cascades and tears through your entire body like a tidal force as your senses white out…

Your head rises as conciousness returns. Over you, a soft blanket and a chattering of voices. Your eyes are blurry for a moment as you blink, reaching up and rubbing them. I’m sitting on the table, chatting with my guests. You’re sore, sweaty, you feel my cum inside of you and our mixed fluids cooling against your thigh. A soft sound is pulled from your lips.

“Oh, good. You’re up,” I say with a smile, noticing as you rise slowly. I reach out, standing up and help you to your feet. Your pussy throbs, sending pleasure through you as you moan softly, leaning into me, pressing your chest to mine.

You were already punished, shown off, violated in front of these party guests… but you were also covered with a blanket, and now my arms are wrapped around you, protecting you now that your punishment is over.

“Come on,” I say, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “You have work to do, but I’ll make sure we can slow down a little,” I say, letting you remove your heels before sending you back to work freshly fucked and full of cum.

A couple hours passed, and the party tapered off after a while. Heading into the kitchen, you let out a sigh before you feel my strong hands on your shoulders, massaging them. “Mmm…” your body aches, but the ache isn’t all bad; your pussy is still throbbing and reminding you of your ‘punishment.

“You haven’t even noticed what’s in front of you, have you?” I ask, causing you to open your eyes, widening them in shock.

A sparkling, shimmering white toy pony with a beautiful rainbow mane sits on the counter. You look back at me, then at the toy, then back at me, then at the toy.

“But… I… but…why?” You say, unable to properly form the sentence needed to ask the question.

“Well, I intended to give it to you if you did tonight perfectly,” I explained as you walked over, stroking the toy’s mane. “But I already bought it. I figure you can just do it right next time,” I said with a small smile, placing my faith in your ability to improve.

At that, you smile. “Thank you, Master,” you say, walking over and leaning up to give me a kiss. “May I….?”

“You may.”

And then squealing like a little girl, you run upstairs with your new doll.