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.


Three date rule; an instant of eroticism

He caught her off guard when his lips pressed against hers, as he bid her goodnight at her front door.  A soft moan escaped her lips as she fell back, supporting herself against the wood. Rather than pull away, he pressed in, pushing his lips against hers, his torso against hers, his hands falling to her waist, as if to pull her even closer.
She pushed back.  Pushed her lips against his, flicked her tongue to his lips as she felt his desire, the heat of his body, the taste of his mouth on hers. Pushing her hips into his, she ground hard against him as one of her hands came up, sliding her fingers into his hair, gripping as if to pull him tighter to her.
As their bodies pressed together, their kiss became feverish, wild; she used her lips to tell him that she wanted him, and he grasped her free hand, pinning it to the door, holding her body to the door as his hips pressed against hers. She could feel the heat of his cock emanating from inside his pants, feel the energy that flowed through him with the passion of his kisses, feel safety in the strength of his body against hers.
They broke the kiss after a minute, both gasping for air as their eyes met, looking into each other. To her, he looked primal…animalistic…like he could devour her. To him, she looked lusty, passionate…like she wanted to be pulled inside and taken in a thousand ways.
But despite that bestial desire, he pulled away.  As if unable to break away completely, though, he stopped and slowly leaned in to give her a very small kiss on the lips, lingering for the briefest of moments. This one was softer, filled with affection, the hunger of the first kiss being purposely restrained, if only for the moment.
“Goodnight,” he said, finally pulling completely away, depriving her of the feeling of his weight atop her and his hard cock pressing to her core. She wanted to pull him inside, but she would be breaking her own rule. He saw that look in her eyes, and gave a playful grin.
“Hey…your rules, not mine,” he said, leaning in to give her another kiss on the neck, sending a quake of lust through her body. “Two more dates, and then…”
“And then you’re going to fuck me as hard as you want?”, she asked, almost pleading. He just smiled.

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.


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 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.

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.

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.


When Kathy got a text message asking her to come to Brian’s house the next day in her nice lingerie cause there was going to be a special surprise, she rose an eyebrow.

She always wore sexy panties underneath when she was going to see him, but that he would specifically request it?  Odd.  But okay.

So when she headed over, she made sure to wear her tallest heels, her favorite thigh-highs, her sexiest lacy red crotchless panties, and a red bra that dipped quite low and pressed her breasts together a little, giving her quite a bit of cleavage.

If Brian was going to give her a special treat, she was going to give him something to look at.

She wondered what was going on, anyways.

When she arrived at Brian’s house, she used the key he gave her and headed in, looking around.  The house was pretty-well lit.  “Brian?” She called out.

“I’m in the library!” She heard him call out and headed to the library, where her older lover was wearing a simple silk robe and reading a book on sex positions.  With a small grin, she stood in the doorway.  “Why Brian, I don’t really see any surprises.  If I came here in my best underwear just so I could read a book with you, then-”

“Oh, that isn’t the surprise,” she heard a farmiliar voice from behind her, turning around.  Instantly, soft lips were pressed to hers, hands finding themselves on her hips.  She let out a soft shudder as the taste of Ethan’s minty kiss enveloped her and leaned back into it, before pulling back softly to look at her younger lover, dressed in a similar silk robe to Brian.

“Ethan, what are you doing here?” She asked before she felt another body slip behind hers’, press lips to her ear, to her neck, send a shiver down her spine.

“Oh, you see,” Brian started.

“Your surprise,” Ethan continued.

“Is both of us tonight,” they said together.

“How long did you two have to practice to get that right?” Kathy asked sarcastically.  For her trouble, Ethan kissed her roughly and swallowed up the yelp as Brian pinched her ass.

From there, they took command.  She didn’t resist, she didn’t want to resist as Ethan pinned her hands above her head and leaned in and kissed her on the neck.  Pleasure and a tickling feeling ran up her body while at the same time Brian undid her pants, exposing her panties.

While Ethan forced her to stand tall, Brian spread her thighs and kissed her pussy through the crotchless lips.  Surprise came over her as she looked at her lovers.  Ethan just grinned as Kathy let out a surprised moan while Brian began to kiss and suckle at the lips of her pussy, his hands stroking and tracing her thighs with finger touches and soft nailscratches.

Together they held her up as Brian teased her with his lips.  She shuddered and looked away with a little embarassment as moans escaped her lips.  Her legs buckled a bit, but whenever they weakened, Brian’s grip grew strong and Ethan’s grew tight and held her up.

“It’s too intense,” she said with a moan as Ethan bit into her earlobe and sucked on it, before removing his hands from hers.  Brian’s ministrations moved to her thigh and he began to kiss and lick and nibble her thighs, barely flicking the tip of his tongue against her vulva once in a while as Ethan pulled off her shirt and pulled her breasts from her bra, beginning to suck on her left nipple.

That almost knocked her down.  One hand placed itself on Ethan’s head, running fingers through his hair and the other fell on Brian’s.  Ethan kneaded her other breast with one hand as Brian teased her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, running her nails along Brian’s neck.  They kept teasing her with their mouths though.  “Fuck me,” she whimpered, her knees readying themselves to buckle until Ethan’s hands reached her hips and pressed them to the wall of the library, holding her up.  “Fuck me,” she begged as Brian’s tongue flicked against her clit and one of his fingers slid between the lips of her vulva, teasing her entrance.  “Please, fuck me,” she pleaded, sounding like she was about to cry, feeling her pussy throbbing, burning, aching to be pounded.

“Is it time?” Brian asked before suckling on her clit, causing her to moan and double over Ethan a little bit.

Ethan pulled back, looking at their shared lover.  Her eyes glassy and lustful, her body quivering, her skin flushed with need.  “I think we can start,” he said, pulling back.

Brian told her he loved her by squeezing her hand.

Ethan told her he loved her by interlacing his fingers with hers’.

She told them she loved them by squeezing Ethan’s hand and interlacing her fingers with Brian’s, as they held her hands, taking her to Brian’s room.

As they walked, she found her bra had come undone by the agile fingers of… she didn’t know, but she didn’t care.  Taking her hands back for a moment she slid the bra off and left it on the floor.  Before they took her hands back, they each leaned in to steal a kiss from her nipples.

When they reached Brian’s room, Kathy stopped.  “Wait,” she said, taking her hand from Ethan and pinning Brian to the doorframe, pressing a hard, passionate kiss onto him, moaning as she tasted her own taste, the thought reminding her of Brian’s ministrations to her clit.

Pulling away, she gave him a serious look.  “I’m not going to bed with you without getting a real kiss tonight,” she told him.  It was one of her little rules.  Before she could say anything, she felt a spike of pain through her scalp which burned as pleasure as Ethan grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the bed stomach down.

She tried to sit up, but Ethan pushed her head into the bed and opened his robe slightly, gently brushing the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy, instantly drenching them and making them throb.  “Yes, fuck me, please!” She shouted, muffled through the bed as she felt Ethan teasing her, taunting her with his hard cock.

Brian joined in again after Ethan moved his hand, grabbing her by the hair and uncerimoniously slapped her mouth with his cock before trying to push it into her lips.  Playfully she shook her head.  “No,” she said, but it was a tease, a challenge, a way of sayingy Make me, a game she’d played with Brian often enough.

So he pinched her nose and shoved his cock into her mouth as soon as she opened it to breathe.  Then because she wouldn’t take control of the blowjob, he fucked her face aggressively.  Moaning and squirming, whimpering, her pussy twitched and throbbed.  She tried to push back against Brian’s thighs as his cock nearly choked her, but the moment she touched them, she felt Ethan penetrate her from behind, and she screamed on Brian’s cock.

She had to use her hands to stay held up, or Brian would hold her up by her hair.  She had to brace herself, or Ethan would break her, roughly grabbing her by the hips and pulling her back as he thrusted into her.  Her pussy squeezed Ethan, her entire body and mind filling with pleasure as she came almost instantly, gripping Ethan’s cock like a vice as her scream of pleasure vibrated on Brian’s.

Her orgasm only made them grow more aggressive.  Brian’s cock choked her, making breath difficult, making her mind white out a little bit as Ethan’s slammed itself harder and harder into her.  She couldn’t actively feel anything as her body starved for air, but her growing numbness was filled with a warmth and an overwhelming rapturous feeling which nearly broke her.

And it kept growing as her orgasms came before the last one ended, then before the last two ended.

Before she passed out, Brian pulled out of her mouth and she instantly collapsed from her hands, coughing loudly, moaning and shuddering when Ethan pulled out, before she fell on her hands.

She felt so empty.  With them inside of her, she felt full, but now she felt empty, physically.  That is, until an aftershock ripped over her and she let out another orgasmic cry.

“Oh god,” she sobbed.  “Oh gods… oh gods…” her eyes barely focused.  She vaguely noticed as Brian put a full-length mirror on the wall in front of her so she could see herself.  Makeup fucked up.  Hair a mess.  Spit and precum dribbling from her face.  She barely made note of it as Ethan pulled off her crotchless panties.

She looked like a fucktoy.

She felt like a fucktoy.

She wanted to be a fucktoy as long as she got played with a lot, and she was very, very happy that Ethan and Brian were boys that played nice together and shared their toys.

Slowly, Ethan moved her.  Brian laid down and they put her on top of him facing the mirror.  Embarassment – and arousal at the image – both hit her, but Ethan grabbed her head and forced her to look at the mirror.  She closed her eyes and Brian slapped her face.

“Watch this and engrave it in your memory,” Ethan ordered as Brian grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her pussy as Ethan held her up by a couple inches.  Brian found the angle and Ethan pushed her down, sliding her onto Brian and pulling a pleasured cry from her.

She didn’t feel empty anymore as she leaned forward and instantly Brian’s lips were at her nipple, sucking on it as she moaned and gasped as he ground up against her.

Whimpering and shuddering, her entire body tensed as she felt a cold feeling on her ass. Ethan was pouring lube onto and a little bit into her. A tingling and sparkling feeling of confusing and head-numbing pleasure ran through her as he lubricated her by fingering her ass, pushing her forward and onto Brian’s cock.

“What are you…” she tried to say, her mind slightly numb.

Ethan grabbed her fucked up mess of hair and forced her to face straight up at the mirror while he grabbed his cock with the other hand.

Slowly, he penetrated her ass. She didn’t make a sound, all of them caught in her throat as his lubricated cock penetrated her.

She could feel them both. They were so huge when they were both inside of her. It was unbearably tight but she wouldn’t be able to bear it if they stopped. She couldn’t bear it if Brian stopped grinding and pushing his hips up. She couldn’t bear it if Ethan’s uncharacteristically gentle thrusts just stopped. If she couldn’t feel them both rubbing at her inner walls.

“Oh gods, oh gods, ohh, ohh,” she began grunting and growling, losing the power to speak as Ethan began to fuck her harder, put his hands on her hips. As Brian sucked her nipples and thrust upwards into her.

Before she realized, an orgasm ripped through her. Filled her and gushed out of her, completely soaking Brian’s cock and both of their thighs in cum as even her ass twitched and squeezed. She screamed in silence as her lovers pounded her, the experience too intense, too wild, too much, and just enough.

She felt their bodies tense. She felt Brian’s cock pulse and throb. She growled, grunted, screamed, trying to beg, trying to make words happen as his breath grew hitched. But there were no words. She wanted to beg for it, beg for him to cum, but no words came, so she used her pussy, clenched him, demanded it with her body.

“Oh god, I:..” he thrust up and suddenly everything felt a little more right in the universe as she felt his seemingly gigantic cock seem to get even bigger as it filled her pussy up with hot, warm cum, forcing her to orgasm again and push back against Ethan as Brian’s body collapsed onto the bed.

Brian lay there, his still hard cock filling her as Ethan fucked her ass, gave her a different pleasure and forced her body down onto Brian’s, hitting wild spots in her pussy while filling her ass up. Her younger lover’s hard cock twitched and pulsed in her body, begging for release, demanding release, before he pulled back on her hips and began to slam her violently again.

If she hadn’t been warmed up it would have hurt, but her screams that could not be words yet meant “Yes” told him to keep going, to fuck her harder, to-

Pound her in the rhythm of his orgasm, every thust slamming her with enough force it could be heard in other rooms, enough force to make her scream as she once again covered Brian with any more of her cum. Five, six, seven, eight violent thrusts until his hips relaxed, until he was spent, until he was hunched over her, breathing hard.

The three of them were spent. A few beautiful moments passed, their bodies entwined, Brian and Ethan’s cocks both pulsing inside of her at their own rhythms which didn’t quite match the rhythm of her heart.

For a moment, though, for a few brief beats, all their heartbeats matched.

“…I can’t breathe…” Brian said.

Enough time for the trio to take showers (Well, for Ethan to shower and for Brian to take a shower and pull Kathy in with him since she couldn’t stand on her own) to pass. Kathy lay on the couch in Brian’s living room, wrapped up with him with her eyes closed as a movie played in the background.

Wrapping himself in a robe, Ethan smiled at the two. “Well, I should head home. You two enjoy your evening,” he said. Brian smiled back, but the smile had a bit of a sorry-to-see-you-go vibe. “Alright. See you soon?” Brian asked, to which Ethan nodded.

Ethan leaned in to give Kathy a kiss goodbye, but she grabbed him by the hair and with a surprising show of strength for someone in her half-lucid mind, dragged him onto the couch.

Brian smiled and nodded. Ethan seemed confused… but he just pulled Kathy up so she could lean against both of them.

Ethan stayed the night.