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.

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.

Order a Sweet Apple

Avalon’s heart raced nervously as she noticed all the beautiful servers in their resturaunt.

“Avalon?”

Julius had become her lover, yes. She had something that few other women had, but… few, not ‘only her’. Her eyes fell on a woman with more beautiful curves, a larger chest.

“Hey, Avalon…?”

She knew that Julius liked her for more than just physical appearances, but how much? When would she-

Suddenly her face was grabbed, turned, and lips pressed against hers. Julius’ kiss that tasted of oranges and of mint entranced her, bound her senses. After a moment of shock, she kissed back before he pulled away slowly, reaching out and grasping her hand.

She smiled.

Even if Julius wasn’t monogamous with her, that kiss carried warmth, affection. One day it might even evolve into love.

“Are you ready to order, Avalon?” he teased, before she looked at their own server who she had been ignoring for half a minute in the middle of her own thoughts.

“Oh! I would like to have the…”

Brittle, Strong, and Sweet

Avalon let out a scream. Her nails dug into Julius’ back as an orgasm stronger than any she had ever experienced ripped through her, the sound of her voice tearing apart the night and overcoming even the sound of her lover’s powerful, violent thrusts driving into her sore pussy as his orgasm shook his body and made his cock twitch and pulse violently inside of her just seconds after she reached climax.

As he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, they both panted, their breath synchronized as her head and all of her senses filled with light. Their bodies felt right. They felt wonderful together, feeling his cock pulsing inside of her. Leaning up, she met his lips and they kissed.

One minute and discarded condom later, he spooned her, his large, muscular arms wrapped around her tiny frame as they cuddled into eachother, their sweaty and sticky bodies clinging to eachother.

As her postcoital bliss faded, though, her entire body felt numb. The feeling of her sweat cooling made her shudder as he embraced her tiny figure tighter, causing her to shudder and pull away, climbing out of bed.

To his credit, Julius just rolled over and snored as she crawled out of bed.

Promise me you’ll have fun, she remembered Tonya’s voice echoing in her head, trying to reassure herself, but her own doubts ripped through her mind. Tonya. Her closest friend, and more importantly at this moment, Julius’ wife. She tried to focus on her best friend’s words, but her own voice, whispering Homewrecker kept replacing the encouragement.

Slowly, she moved to the kitchen. She would have moved faster, but Julius was a terribly aggressive lover, and her body reacted so vicerally that she ached and her legs quivered. Even thinking about the aching made her pussy spasm and start self-lubricating again, and made her legs wobble even harder.

Thanks to Avalon’s growing mix of shame and arousal, the distracted young woman bumped into Tonya as she prepared herself some coffee.

“Hey, watch where-” Tonya looked up and saw the tears and the terror in Avalon’s eyes. “Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up and stroking her closest friend’s cheek, ignoring that her other hand was horribly scalded when Avalon bumped her.

~~

They moved to the balcony, after Tonya nursed her hand and poured them some coffee.

“Talk to me,” Tonya said after a few moments passed, taking a puff from her electronic cigarette. Avalon didn’t say anything in the past few minutes, the small girl just trembling and holding her coffee.

“…I’m sorry,” she said, looking up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get in the way of your marriage I just always really, really,” Avalon tried to speak up but the look in Tonya’s eyes was one she didn’t expect at all.

Confusion.

“You always really liked Julius?” She asked as the wind softly danced with her hair. Avalon nodded. “That’s why I asked you to go on a date with him, and said you could fuck him,” Tonya continued as Avalon looked away, thankful for the darkness hiding her beet-red cheeks.

Why did Tonya have to use such crass words? Why not ‘have sex’ or some…gentler…euphemism?

Avalon and Tonya talked about it for months before Avalon’s first date with Julius, and the smaller, more nervous girl was always asking if things were really okay but Tonya insisted they were.

Now that Avalon had fu-…had sex with Tonya’s husband she was expecting anger or a cold shoulder. Not the same compassionate, tender, loving friend that Tonya had always been. Seeing Tonya act like it wasn’t even a thing was…

Unreal. At the thought of it, she sipped her coffee meaningfully.

“Avalon, quit shaming yourself. I’m happy that you two enjoyed yourself. I’m sure my boyfriend will be happy to hear that Julius is dating again after Teresa,” Tonya said and got covered in Avalon’s surprise spit of coffee.

“Your boyfriend?!” The young woman’s eyes were as wide as apples.

“Julius has been moping for the last few months and hasn’t been interested in dating,” Tonya said with a sigh.

“You have a boyfriend?” Avalon was shocked.

“I honestly like you a lot better than I ever liked Teresa.”

“You have a boyfriend?!” Avalon was a broken record.

“Yes, Avalon. I have a boyfriend and he runs the roleplaying game Julius goes to every Thursday,” Tonya said with some annoyance.

Avalon’s mind was numb, but at least her guilt was fading. So she sipped her coffee. “So there isn’t anything wrong with you two,” she said before Tonya touched her hand.

“No. There isn’t. We’re stable and happy, and we have an open marriage. It’s better this way, anyways,” Tonya said with a smile.

Avalon had only one question. Two, actually. “Why? How?”

“We’ve never had work schedules that aligned perfectly,” she said. “I… need a lot of sex,” she said with a playful smile. “And he was too tired most of the week. It was hell. It was tearing us apart. So one day he suggested I get myself a boyfriend, and…” Tonya’s eyes seemed distant as she let out a small smile and giggle. “Well, here we are,” she said, before standing and stretching. “Are you going to be okay?”

Avalon looked at her coffee. She had so many emotions. A little envy, a little jealousy, but also… curiousity. Curiousity and excitement. Her heart was racing, the beating in her chest drowning out most of the negative, drawing the mixture far towards positive.

“Yes, I will be,” she said. “If it’s okay with you… I think I would like to keep dating Julius,” she said, and Tonya beamed a little.

“Good,” Tonya said, finishing her coffee and flipping her electric nic-fix off before stretching. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to the couch,” she said, causing Avalon to give her best friend a horrified look.

“Oh, no no, I can’t take your bed from you… let me sleep on the couch, please,” she said.

Tonya frowned a little. She wanted to let Avalon have her first night with Julius as a night with him. Then a lightbulb went off and a mischevious smile came to her head.

“Why don’t we both go?” She offered. Avalon considered the idea for a few moments and nodded, giving a soft smile before standing… and falling back down.

“I… can you help me,” Avalon said with embarassment. She could barely walk. Tonya understood and came to the younger girl’s side.

“You can tell him to be gentle if you want, you know,” Tonya teased as Avalon’s pale cheeks flared again.

“I… didn’t want him to be gentle.”

~~

Avalon left the bed where her lover, wrapped his arms around her in fear, shame, and confusion.

But now, snuggled between the woman she considered a big sister and her new lover… maybe even her new boyfriend (the thought making her heart skip a joyous beat), wrapped in two strong but gentle pairs of arms, she felt no fear. She felt no shame. There was some confusion, but that confusion was nothing. It was nothing compared to the love of Tonya’s arms, the passion of Julius’ arms, and the safety of their embrace.

And heck, that was worth a little bit of confusion.

The Library; An instant in eroticism

I see you at the library when I come to check out a book.

Reading some steamy tale that I know not of, in your glasses and a skirt that’s just a little too short to be prim and proper, and your long hair in a tight bun that hints at something held back. Your legs in stockings that start with rather tall heels for a trip to the library and end just before where your skirt begins. Your thighs quiver and your breath grows hitched as you turn the page.

For the briefest of moments a small sound draws your attention and our eyes meet. You pause, and the blue of your eyes refuses to leave the lock of my eyes, and for a minute, it’s as if no time passes.

I gesture, and you rise, approaching me. There are no words. Libraries are supposed to be quiet, after all. The only sound is the click of your heels.

I lead us farther into the library, to an area that is rarely used this time of day.

Once in the secluded section, I pull you onto my lap and whisper in your ear. “Read.”

You go back to your steamy, kinky novel. And my hand finds itself between your legs. You pause and look back at me for the briefest of moments, but I can see that your lust. You keep reading.

I pull your panties aside and slowly slide a finger inside of you, kissing your neck. I feel a shudder run up your spine as you glance around. I can tell your heart is racing, you’re terrified of being caught, but part of you wants to be caught, wants to be seen being fingered.

So you keep reading, and your breasts rise and fall softly as you almost moan. So I pull your panties off. “What are you,” you almost whisper but I ball them up and push your damp panties into your mouth, causing you to let out a muffled sound of surprise and arousal.

“No talking in the library.”

You read, and I finger you. Your body leans back against mine as moans are muffled and your grip on the book becomes tenuous. As I finger your clit you practically pant while reading, the tension in your body grows until I feel your entire body seize up and hear your panties hold back a tiny scream.

You shudder and shake in my lap as you drop the book and grab onto my thighs as I finger your clit with a firm rhythm, your orgasm growing more and more intense as every muscle shudders.

Then when I feel you lean against me, moaning softly and looking up at me, I smile and kiss you on the forehead.

“Ready to check out and finish this in a more private place?” I ask.

You only nod in response.

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.

A Lost Cup

For a long time, Samantha wanted to lose weight. Although she had many admirers who considered her beautiful, friends who admired her hips and ass, and a boyfriend who only grinned when he saw her breasts, she didn’t really feel satisfied. She had an image she wanted, even though Jake, said boyfriend, only frowned when she mentioned losing weight.
Coming home from work one day, though, Jake noticed her moping on the couch. Her tall and lean but muscular lover frowned whenever he saw her in despair, so he sighed. While she stared at the TV in front of you her eyes dead, listless, she was roused from her gloom by a large thump of papers in front of her. Shaken from her thoughts, she saw a rather thick diet book. For a moment, it cut through her; now even Jake thought she was fa-
“You know,” he said, sitting on the couch next to her, one leg crossed over the other, a grin on his face. “I don’t think you need to lose weight,” he said, causing her rage to stop building. “But if it’ll make you happy, I’m in a relationship with you,” he said, leaning in and pressing his lips softly to hers. “Not these,” he said before grabbing her large breasts and giving them a soft squeeze, lightly running his thumb over where one of the nipples was.
An electric spark of desire ran through her body, a squeak rising from her lips as she shuddered. She tried to glare, but it was half grin. “But Jake, I’m always going to be busty,” she said before leaning in to kiss him… and having her hair jerked to the side so Jake could bite down on her neck. She let out a moan, her entire body tensing as her toes curled and he began to play with one of her nipples, even through her blouse and bra. No fair that he could always find them.

Months passed.
Diets passed.
Frusturation mounted. Three pounds down. Three pounds up. Ten pounds down. Twelve pounds up. Nothing seemed to work.
Jake simply shrugged and remained supportive. He didn’t try to get her to stop, nor did he particularly speak words of encouragement. He just listened when she needed to speak. Held her when she cried. Occasionally when she got into too big a rant he cut her off by dropping her to the ground and filling her mouth with his cock.
Five pounds down. Ten pounds down. Another five. Another ten. Bit by bit, the big, beautiful, curvy Samantha of 250 pounds… remained beautiful and curvy, and still large, but certainly smaller. Most people said she looked better. Jake just smiled and said he was proud of her, and told her that she was beautiful.
Ten more pounds down. Five more.
One day over dinner she asked if she looked more sexy, he only gave a coy smile and said “You’re more confident. That’s very sexy.”
Clothes were replaced. Lingerie was replaced. She was happy.
Except for one small, tiny thing.
Her breasts, previously humongus and one are of pride were… Well, they were still really damn big. But less so. After her shower, she pouted as one of her old bras just didn’t fit; when her body shrunk in ways she wanted, her breasts just weren’t as huge. Squeezing them and examining them from various angles in the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t help but frown.
Was it vain to miss being able to count on being the bustiest person in the room? Yes, but everyone was allowed a little vanity.
Facing the mirror, she took in a sigh and a frown as she saw Jake approach her from behind, slipping his hands around her and placing them on her breasts. She inhaled sharply, expecting him to touch her on the nipples like he usually did.
But this time his fingers stayed wide, avoiding her aereola and gave a soft squeeze. “What’s the matter, hun?” he asked in his usual dopey tone as he began to massage her breasts. A little bit of heat rose through her as she inhaled.
“N-nothing,” she said and was rewarded with the pain of a bite on her neck.
“Liar,” he said in a tone which held no anger but threatened punishment. She fidgetted as his fingers lightly ran their nails into the flesh of her bosoms.
“I just noticed my breasts getting smaller,” she said. It was like he had prophesized, and she felt disappointed and embarassed. He didn’t say a thing, he just kissed her on the neck as she tilted her head to stretch it and expose more area to kisses.
“Yeah,” he said, running one of his nails in a circle around her aereola, causing her heart to race. Just touch them, dammit! she thought as she slowly grow more anxiously aroused, feeling the blood pumping in her heart and between her thighs. Her frusturation began to fall away, but she clung to it for some spiteful reason.
“You were right,” she said as he let her breasts go, and felt his hands grasp her hips and turn her around.
“I know,” he said, looking her in the eyes with the same dopey grin, his nails tracing up and down her sides before he leaned in, looking up at her as he slowly let his tongue come out and come closer to her right nipple. She inhaled deeply. Her heart raced in her chest. She wanted to grab his hair and push him in, but she knew what would follow that would be punishment. And Jake liked punishing her.
Slowly, he brought his tongue closer before pulling it in his mouth and blowing on her nipple. She let out a yelp as hot air ran a spike of desire through her and her thighs clenched together. She stomped on the ground a little bit, hands resting on her boyfriend’s shoulders as he blew on the other nipple and then began to fondle them, grope them.
He kissed her breasts above the aereola, suckling on the wide flesh and making it clear there was plenty of surface area for him to touch, kiss, scratch. Her hands slipped around his neck and fingers interlaced themselves in his curly hair for support as she tried to hold onto her frusturation.
She tried to lament that her breasts were getting smaller, but Jake was happily making both his admiration of them and the area he had to admire clear. And he wasn’t even pressing the instant win button of her nipples the way he often did! She wished he would, though.
“A-ahh,” she moaned as he sucked on her underbreast, feeling her pussy clench. “Jake,” she moaned his name. “Jake, Jake,” she said before whining. “Please, Jake, kiss my nipples. Please, please, please sir,” she moaned, becoming vocal as he ignored her request and kept teasing them. Nails on the underbreasts, lips on the side. Teethmarks that would fade quickly surrounded her nipples but never touched them. Her knees went weak and she found herself holding tighter to him for support.
When one of his fingernails lightly scratched against her aereola she screamed and clenched, holding tight to her lover as he suddenly sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other.
She screamed as Jake sucked on her nipple and she clung to him like he was a liferaft, moans escaping her lips as he squeezed the other nipple, twisting just slightly and applying a little bit of pleasure as her pussy burned for more.
Within an instant, he had her bent over the bathroom counter. Just moments later pain and pleasure united inside her as he clamped both of her nipples, putting the long cord that connected them behind her and putting it between his teeth and tugging, sending spikes of pleasure. Then she came for a second time the moment he pulled back hard on it with his mouth while penetrating her.
Jake fucked her mercilessly. He pounded her pussy like it was everything she needed in order to stay alive. He pulled back on her hips while she watched the body she worked so hard to achieve get fucked like an animal and watched her still large breasts swing and sway. She came all over his cock many times, clamping down on it like a vice, only making the normally dopey-smiled man grow more and more primal and ferocious, jerking back on her hips to pull her onto his cock as he filled her up with it and jerked back on the cord. Every time he pulled back, he pulled back with his whole body. Her nipples sent spikes of joy through her, then her cunt was filled to the bottom with his flesh. Lust and warmth came from all over her body and consumed her mind.
She felt his cock twitching and pulsing, harder and harder. She felt him feeling close, and she awaited his release. She wanted to be filled with his cum.
Before she was, though, she felt him pull out, leaving her pussy feeling empty before he grabbed her hair and threw her down. Grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees, after ripping her nipple clamps off roughly he thrust his cock into her mouth and began to throatfuck her. Hard, fast, violent, she felt his cock twitch as she got ready.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking swallow,” he growled before he pulled thrust into her mouth for one last time before she tasted him, tasted the salty and sweet flavor of his semen and came one more time from just the taste. Though her pussy was empty it twitched just like he had been fucking it and her scream vibrated his cock and made it pulse even harder, shoot even thicker cum into her mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered, so she didn’t swallow, just letting his delicious cum mix with her saliva. “Look down and open your mouth,” She obeyed his command, without spitting letting his thick cum dribble out of her mouth, down her chin. She shuddered, feeling it’s warmth run down her neck and her chest, run down her breasts. She shuddered as the stream touched her abused right nipple.
“Look up,” he ordered and she looked up, seeing their favorite camera. Her pussy pulsed at the sight of it if not the thought; right now she was incapable of thinking. A few picturesnaps and he put his hand on her head and let her lean into his leg and moan softly before he knelt down and picked her up, carrying her to bed without effort for aftercare. She could take another shower later.

The next day, she had to admit that she had gained an appreciation for her old body that she didn’t have before learning that losing weight meant losing a cup size. But she also had an appreciation for her new body; she gained it through hard work and she was proud of it. Jake could pick her up more easily. And even one cup down, the wallpaper on her phone, showing her with disheavaled hair, a look of lust in her eyes and cum dribbling out of her mouth, and huge tits covered in semen, bite marks, and clamp marks told her that her breasts were still hot and she could be proud of every part of her body.