the enigma

***Thank you to Madeline and Fleshbot for fleshbotting this post!***

Lilly recently wrote a hot little tale. Though it is not about me, it still inspired me to write. I decided for fun, to take a try at writing as the submissive she mentions in her story. I suggest you read it here first before reading mine.

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Lilly calls me her “enigma”. I suppose I come off as such. In my own element, I am strong and confident, but in her element, I am lost and naive. I feel as though I am a little child. I feel small compared to her. I don’t know if I’d feel better hiding behind my long hair or just tie them off into pig tails.

I liked exchanging emails with her. I liked the risks we took and the thrill of talking to a woman in what could be considered a sexual manner. Lilly awakened a lust I never knew existed. When she told me of R and the relationship they had, I was blown away. She told me she was to find a submissive in the office to play with as R does with her and asked me if Iconsidered myself submissive.

I was confused and lost. I didn’t know how to answer her question. I became speechless and all I could do was blush and bite my lower lip, avoiding a real answer. All I could tell her is that I didn’t know.

I thought I disappointed her, until this came into my email’s inbox…

“Hypothetically speaking – what if, right now, I told you to go to the restroom and remove your panties? Would you do it? And what if, when you exited your stall, you found me standing there waiting for you to hand them to me? Would you do that? Would it make you blush? And then… what if…..as you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”

As I read her email, I felt my body become flush. I felt a burning at my cheeks. My breathing became more rapid. “Remove my panties”. Those words alone made me wet. The thought of me exiting the stall and seeing her there, waiting with extended hand for me to place my panties into it, made my mind whirl. What would she think as she closed her hand and felt the wetness of my pussy? What if she touched me…. there? I felt my heart skip a beat and I swallowed hard. That’s when I noticed she was right there, behind me, observing me.

She smiled a coy smile and told me to continue, to not fight her on this if I knew what was good for me. Don’t let her interrupt me. She walked away and returned to her desk.

I read the line again.

“And then… what if…..as you stood over the sink washing your hands, I slid my hand up your skirt to your bare ass and down the crack and slipped my fingers quickly into your sticky wet cunt? Would you fight me? Or would you like it?”

I felt the throbbing deep within me. I became embarrassed by how excited I was getting.  I imagined her hand on my skin. Imagined her hand trailing up my back thigh and up and underneath my skirt. I caught my breath once more. I imagined the feel of her finger trail my crack and plunge into my folds, forcing a gasp from my lips as she thrust her fingers into my wet cunt. I think I gasped out loud. I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed. I think I caught her looking at me, smiling that devilish grin. The throbbing from my hardened clit wouldn’t stop and I knew how to answer her.

“Would I do it? Yes.

Would I hand them over? I hesitantly say Yes.

Would I fight you? The shock of it would take me by surprise and the fact that someone could walk in at any second would cause me to fight it at first. Would I like it? Again, a hesitant ‘yes’. Even as you are standing over me right now trying to embarrass me, I know deep down I’d like it no matter how it appeared on the outside.”

My face was flushed as I hit “send”. I was hoping it was what she wanted to hear. I hesitantly looked behind me. My hand subconsciously slipped to my mound. My fingers pressed into my throbbing clit through the fabric, as I watched her screen open up my email. All I could do was wait and see what happens next.

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To be continued… maybe?

picture to words

I often stumble upon images that move me. They stir an image of a story within my mind. I decided to try something new here. It’s what I call “Picture to Words.” I find an image, post it here and write a story or passage that was inspired from this simple image.

This particular image was found here

Sylvanus and Kyra had made the arrangements weeks ago. We all could barely wait for the time to come and here it is. It had been an exhausting journey and we are thankful that we are able to check into the hotel room with no delays. It is more of a suite really.  We all decided to splurge and get the best. Why not? First time, all together in a new city, what more could you ask for?

The bed is large enough for 3 people to fit comfortably. It has big fluffy pillows with an equally plush comforter. I giggle as I run towards the bed and jump onto it. Kyra smiles as Sylvanus brings the luggage in. He sets it down and walks towards the  bed.

“It is the perfect height,” he comments as he stands next to the bed. “Just right for naughty play.”

“Remove your clothes, Mina.” says Kyra. “You know pets should not wear clothes, especially not behind closed doors.”

I get out of the bed and step down to the floor. I remove my clothes as quickly as I can. I unzip my sundress and it falls to the floor around my ankles. I feel Kyra grab my two braids as I step out of my fallen sundress. “The shoes can stay,” she says as she places my hair in a bun.

Sylvanus has unpacked the suitcase of “toys”. He approaches me with my collar in hand. I feel him wrap the leather around my neck and buckle it into place. The sent intoxicates my nostrils. I am nude now, except for the shoes. Kyra chuckles as she approaches me with her bondage rope. With one flick of her wrist, it easily unravels to the floor. She takes one end and ties it off at the D-ring on my collar. Satisfied with her knot, she pulls me onto the bed.

“Lie as far back, mina.” She orders. I lay myself down and move closer to the headboard. This particular headboard was made of wrought iron bars. Perfect for the type of play we do.

Kyra grabs the rope and loops it around one of the bars above my head. She pulls tightly and my collar pulls against my throat and underneath my chin. She ties a knot and grabs my left hand. Quickly she loops the rope over and binds my wrist to the far left bar. Tying off another knot, she loops the rope back over and takes my right hand, binding my wrist to the far right bar. I’m helpless as far as my upper body is concerned. My arms are spread wide and I can barely move my head from side to side. The thickness of the collar prevents it.

“Thank you, Kyra.” Sylvanus smirks. “I do believe our fuck toy is ready for us.”

Sylvanus unzips his slacks and lets them slide down to his knees. He gets onto the bed, grabbing my ankles with each hand. His cock is hard and it’s dripping precum. I can barely see him from my angle but I want his cock. My cunt throbs and I can feel the moisture gather.

Taking my two ankles and placing them together, he rolls me back. My feet coming close to my head. I feel my circulation and breath being cut off. I feel his hard cock pressed up against my cunt hole. He thrusts into me and I yelp. He rolls me back, my ankles settle on each shoulder. His hands on the front of each thigh help him thrust in and out of me. I watch him as he fucks me. I love it when he uses me. I get lost with each thrust of his cock. I want to cum.

“My turn,” I hear Kyra say from beside me. She pulls her thong down and steps out of them. She is wearing a beautiful black and white dress. The skirt is loose and fans out much like a sundress does. Her thong is the only thing she takes off. Hiking up her dress, she straddles my face. “I get to use my fuck toy as well.”

She faces away from Sylvanus and uses the bars to steady herself. Her dress is draped around me. My top half is completely covered by it. I truly am just a fuck toy now.

Kyra lowers herself until her pussy meets my open mouth. She does not need to say a word, I know what I am to do. I begin licking her. I find the hard bud between her soft lips and I flick it with my tongue. Kyra grinds hard into my face. I can barely breathe, but my arousal keeps me going.

Below me, Sylvanus is pounding me hard. My whole body jerks forward and my nipples continually brush against the fabric of Kyra’s dress. I moan deeply into Kyra’s pussy and she responds with her own moans. The two of them use me as a vessel. Back and forth I am being passed. One thrust from Sylvanus equals one good grind for Kyra.

Sylvanus’s moans grow louder as his hold tightens on my legs. He uses his arms to brace himself and pull me farther into him. His cock drives deeper within me. My moans get louder with his, which causes Kyra’s body to respond. Her moans grow louder as well.

Sylvanus grits his teeth as he thrusts himself one last time deep inside me. I feel his cock throb his cum into my cunt. My mouth hungrily laps at Kyra’s pussy. Her arousal grows stronger with the sound of Sylvanus’s orgasm. Her hands grip the bars of the bed, her knuckles turning white as she grinds harder down onto my face. I am helpless to her lust. My tongue laps her as she uses my mouth for her pleasure.

She begins grinding harder and faster as her head is thrown back. She howls her orgasm to the ceiling as the first wave of pleasure begins. Her moisture gathers at my lips and I taste her sex. Over and over she contracts against my mouth. Her howls turn into screams, turn into moans. I drink up her juices and lick her clean.

“That’s right pet.” She pants. “Make sure I am nice and clean for dinner.”

I feel Sylavnus pull out of me as I lick her clean. His cum spills out, between my ass cheeks and down onto the perfectly plush comforter. Kyra gets up and I am hit with a wave of cool air. I breathe it in. Kyra unties me from the bed. My arms regain their feeling. I stretch my body and Sylvanus approaches me. “Suck it, my love.” His voice is warm and soothing. “Make me clean for dinner.”

I take his cock into my mouth and suck him. He is a mix of his cum and my sex. I love tasting the two of us together. He pulls away and I feel Kyra tug on my collar. She has left the rope attached. I follow her movements to the end of the bed. She looks to the floor and I immediately sit myself at her feet. She smiles as she begins tying the rope to the edge of the bed post. She ties me off, not leaving enough length for me to hop back onto the bed without being extremely uncomfortable.

Sylvanus throws one of the big fluffy pillows down to me.

“Maybe we’ll bring you a doggy bag,” Kyra laughs, as the two of them head out the hotel room door.

I sit on my pillow, leashed to my owners’ bed. Sylvanus’s cum dripping out of me. Kyra’s taste on my face. I smile and await their return. My tummy growling just a little.

pet~ being watched

*** Thank you to Madeline Glass and Fleshbot for fleshbotting this post. (I was late in realizing it! How embarrassing)***

“Oh my beautiful, beautiful pet. You’d like to make your Sir happy wouldn’t you?” he asks while stroking her hair. His fingers pulling on her slightly tangled strands as he rubbs her scalp.

“Very much Sir”, she coos in reply. Her head in his lap, eyes closed, as she enjoys the sent of his cock. Even clothed, she can smell him.

“Good girl. Then I want you to indulge my friends and I.”

Pet opens her eyes and becomes aware once more that she and Sir are not the only people in the room. She had gotten so lost in his touch that she had forgotten.

“What would you like of me Sir?” she asks him shyly.

“Stand up pet.”

She stands before him, balancing on the softness of the mattress. Sir reaches up and pulls her skirt down and she steps out of it, her arms waving to regain her balance.

At the foot of the large king bed, sits a gorgeous couple. Sir had invited them for the night, though she didn’t know the details as to why. The woman grins in appreciation and pet blushes. Her hands move to her bare cunt, covering herself.

Sir slaps her hands lightly. She startles. “Now pet, do not be shy. Anne was merely appreciating how appropriately dressed you are for the evening.”

“Yes, Sir. ” Pet whispers. “I apologize Anne.”

Anne smiles in acceptance of her apology.

“Take your shirt off pet and come lay down here.” Sir pats the bed as she removes her shirt. Her full breasts bounce as she lifts her shirt off and over her head. Jeremy’s eyes are fixed on her breasts and pet thinks she can see his cock grow hard.

She lays herself down on the bed beside Sir. He gets up and leaves her to stand next to his friends. This makes pet uncomfortable. She begins to move her hands towards her cunt, but she stops herself.

“No pet,” Sir smiles. “That’s perfectly alright. We want you to touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself. I love the look of you when you play with yourself. You know how much I love hearing my pet orgasm. I want to share that with my friends.”

Pet hesitates, but moves her fingers to her pussy lips.

“Let us see it.” Sir says.

Pet spreads her legs and moves her fingers on either side of her cunt. She spreads her lips apart, exposing her wet hole. Anne gasps in admiration.

“She has a beautiful little cunt,” Jeremy exclaims what Anne is thinking.

“Yes she does, “Sir smiles proudly. “Ok pet, you may play with yourself now. Make sure to orgasm beautifully for us. “

Pet blushes and moves her left hand away. With her right hand, she dips her fingers  into her wet cunt. The sound of her wetness echoes throughout the small room. She bites her lower lip.

Slowly, she begins circling her clit with her fingers. She rubs her hand along her pussy lips, dipping her fingers inside her wet hole every so often. She begins to moan and is matched by the moans of one of her watchers.

Jeremy has his hand inside Anne’s dress. Through the fabric, pet can see he is doing the same to Anne. Pet’s cunt floods in even more wetness. Sir chuckles to himself.

Pet becomes even more aroused and circles her clit harder. She spreads her legs wide and moans deeply as she rubs her hard bud faster and harder. She begins to pant, her movements becoming fevered.

“Slap your cunt pet.” Sir interrupts.

“Oh yes, please do!” Anne can barely get the words out between her own moans. Jeremy seems to be skilled at the hand, pet thinks to herself.

The room echoes with the sound of pet’s slaps. Her hand beats her clit. She yelps and moans. It feels too good. Such a little masochist she is at times. She loves to hurt so good.

“That’s right pet.” Sir smirks. “Slap that little whore cunt of yours. Slap it hard pet. I want that cunt red!”

Pet obeys her owner and slaps her cunt even harder. Each blow makes her groan. Each blow is an assault to her clit. She throbs beneath her finger tips. The slap allows her just one second of pleasure before it is released. She struggles to reach the edge of her orgasm. She begins slapping herself faster, delaying the break between pleasure. She moans loudly.

“Pet? Would you like to cum?”

“y-y-y-yess-s-s.” she can barely speak.

“Then beg for it like the little whore you are pet. Beg to cum.”

“Please Sir, may I cum?”

“Oh you can do better than that can’t you slut?”

“Please Sir… your whore cunt wants to cum!” She struggles to get the words out.

The room breaks in a crescendo of pleasure. Anne is the first to cum. Her eyes fixated on pet’s wet, throbbing, cunt. Jeremy’s hand working feverishly at her pussy. “Oh fuck Jeremy!” She exclaims, as the breath lives her body.

Pet hasn’t stopped slapping her own cunt. So close. She needs to cum now. “Please Sir, let your whore cunt cum!”

“Cum for us beautiful pet.” She can barely hear the words as he whispers softly to her.

Pet starts circling her clit once more. The contractions begin as the first wave of pleasure hits her. She screams as she feels her cunt being stuffed. Sir has pushed his fingers inside her. The second wave hits her and she can barely breathe from the sensation of being able to clamp down on his fingers. Over and over her voice echoes her orgasm throughout the room. She trembles as she comes back from her happy place. Winded, she can barely smile.

“Yes, my beautiful beautiful pet.’” Sir smiles in affectionate admiration. “Simply beautiful.”

chained slut

“It has been awhile since you have worn your chains, hasn’t it little one?” he growls.

“Yes, Sir, it has been”, I answer my master softly, heart beating hard in my chest. I hear the chains before I see their silver glint catch the light. Instantly, my pussy floods in wetness. Before him, on my knees, I am naked, wearing only my thick, leather collar. Now I know why he insisted I wear this one tonight.

He stands before me, bare chested and in slacks. His muscles move in his arms as he swings the chain lightly in front of me. Like an owner teasing his cat. “Purr for it,” he grins in delight, knowing how much I hate acting like the pet that I am.

Reluctantly, I do the best purr I can, my cheeks blush. “Very good pet,” he moves closer and the chain snaps onto my collar. He lets the chain drop in a loop and I feel it’s weight instantly as it jerks my collar down.

“Are you a cock slut?” he asks, a stern timbre to his voice.

“Yes, sir, I am.” I quietly answer.

He jerks my chain hard and I gasp. “Speak clearly, slut, and louder. Tell me what you are! Look at me.”

I look up at him, swallow and very clearly tell him, “I am your cock slut, Sir.”

Instantly he grins and leans in closer. “That’s right slut. You are my cock slut.” He reaches for his pants and zips down the zipper. He pulls his erection out and it stands hard before me. He makes loops in the chain and hooks it behind my neck. The chain is cold and I gasp. “Open your mouth slut”, he growls. I obey and open and he pulls the chains towards him, pushing my head to him, his cock plunges into my mouth. I gag and relax against him. He holds me there for what felt like minutes, but only seconds had passed.

He releases the pull on the chain and backs his hips away. I move back, but before I can take a few breaths, he pulls me back by the chain and plunges his cock into my mouth. Over and over he does this. Rocking his hips in time with jerking the chain around the back of my neck. He fucks my mouth deep and hard. I salivate, but there is no time to swallow and so it drips from my mouth. I blush at the embarrassment. With his pleasure building he executes one last plunge of his cock. He plunges deep, down my throat and pulls the chain hard. I am trapped against his body. My nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock deep down my throat, he grunts and I feel his cum, begin to shoot into me.

I can feel the pulsing of his thick cock in my mouth as his cum makes it’s way out and down my throat. I am gagging, needing to breathe. His cum makes me cough and it drips out of my mouth. My muffled coughs do not make him back off. Only until the last bit of cum drips from his cock, does he withdraw. I take a big, deep breath and cough. His cum has dripped out of the corners of my mouth. Now it is everywhere. On me, on the floor, even on his shoe. He tucks his cock back into his pants and zips up.

“Look at you slut. Too much cum for you? Couldn’t take it all in. Loved being gagged by my cock didn’t you slut? Look at the mess your pretty face made. Lick the cum off my shoe slut.” he commands.

“Yes, Sir” I get down on all fours, just like he likes, and lick his dress shoe.  My mouth sours at the taste, but I continue to clean his shoe as best I can. I feel a harsh tugging on my collar. He pulls the chain and makes me rise to my feet.

“I think the world needs to see just how much of a slut you are. Look at you, mouth red and sore from my brutal fucking. Cum leaking out and all over you. Yes the world needs to see my slut.”

I cringe at the thought. He leans back and grabs my lipstick. He begins writing something on me. I can’t see it. He takes my picture with his cell and chuckles to himself.

It wasn’t until later, when I logged onto our social network, that I see his message. “Please masturbate to this slut’s picture” and with it was a picture of me, used for his pleasure, with the word SLUT written across my chin. Immediately I blush and feel the wetness flood my cunt once more.

I am a slut.

halloween

The candy ran out, even before the trick or treaters did. I had to turn my lights off and head into the bedroom. Leaving the living room and porch dark, I retreat to the sanctity of my bedroom. I turn the tv on and flip through the channels. Settling on a horror movie, I remove my clothes, crawl into bed and make myself comfortable.

*bang bang bang*

I awake with a start. “crap, I fell asleep.” Sure enough the credits are rolling along the tv screen.

*bang bang bang*

The knocks on the front door are loud and obnoxious. “dam kids can’t see my lights are off?” Even as I speak these words, they don’t seem correct. The knocks are hard and booming. Would be hard to imagine a child doing it.

*bang bang bang*

Angry, I get out of bed, throw on my robe and make my way to the front door. I sleepily turn the lights on and unlock the door. Quickly, I open the door, so as not to miss the loud disturber of my sleep. Only, no one was there. There is no one in sight. No one to yell at for disturbing my sleep. I lean a bit farther out the door.

It takes mere seconds.

Suddenly, the lights go out and a hand clasps my mouth and pulls me back into the house. The front door slams shut. I try to scream but I can’t. I start to fight the tight grasp around me. His hold on me is tight. His hand covers my mouth harshly, I can barely breathe. His other hand wraps around and holds me tight against him. How did I know my intruder is male? His scent… and his strength. The smell of him fills my nostrils. It’s almost a familiar smell.

In fact, his touch feels familiar. His breath feels familiar. “You think I could leave you alone after our first encounter?” And now his voice is familiar. It’s Him. The one who came to visit me all those months ago. The one who made me be careful of my own desires. Here he is once more, invading my home, and this time I am not as frightened.

His grip lightens on my mouth as he pulls his hand away. “Eyes forward”, he whispers. I dare not move. I begin breathing harder even though his hand is gone from my mouth. He leans in and I can feel his face beside mine. I almost get lost in the thought of stealing a glimpse of him. I am sternly brought back to reality as his hands creep down both sides of me, following my arms, right down to the hands at my side. Only here, he goes off path and crosses over my stomach. I catch my breath as his hands undo the knot holding my robe close. He chuckles softly “breathe”. Once more I regain consciousness.

My robe opens slightly and the cool air wakes my skin. Instantly my nipples grow hard and I blush. His hands begin to wander all over my body. He remains behind me as his hands travel the softness of my navel and wander to my breasts. I gasp as he cups them. Suddenly an electric bolt runs straight to my cunt and I feel it flush and become moist. I moan softly, breathing harder now, my chest heaving into his hands wanting so much more.

He squeezes my breasts… hard. I gasp and groan. His hands come to my nipples and pinches them. Roughly he takes my nipples into his fingertips and rolls them around, pulling them to his delight. I moan and groan in the pleasure of the pain. I feel light on my feet.

“ssshhh,” his voice interrupts. ” you are indeed the little slut I thought you were the first time I saw you.”

His hand leaves my breasts and trail down to my thighs. My breath quickens. I’m panting for his touch. I ache for his touch. He rests his hand on my thigh and I spread my legs, my feet barely able to make the move. Again he chuckles, “you remember the last time you tried this move?” I did remember. It didn’t matter to me now if he threw me on the floor. I wanted to risk his touch.

Tonight, my seduction is well taken. His hand moves to my inner thigh. Slowly he reaches my cunt and he cups it as best he can from his position. He groans. “Your heat excites me. You are wet slut.” Suddenly he grabs me by the hair and throws me over the arm of the couch. My face plants into the cushion below, my toes barely touch the floor as my hips slam into the arm. He spreads me wider, grabbing hold of my buttocks. My legs open wide, I feel the wetness leaking out of me.

His hand moves again to my cunt and this time he cups it properly, forcefully. I grunt beneath him. He holds my cunt tight, squeezing my pussy lips in his fingers. It is almost as if he is claiming his property. “I am, ” he answers my thoughts. His cold fingers enter my pussy and I am shocked by the feel of it. Ice cold, his finger dip inside my hot wetness. He starts pumping his hand back and forth, his fingers fucking me. His fucking becomes aggressive as he slaps his hand against me. I groan with each thrust as it knocks the breath out of me.

His other hand reaches around and finds the hard bulb of my clit. I scream at the pleasure of his cold touch. He runs circles around my clit as his other hand fucks my pussy. Over and over, he invades my body with his touch, until I can’t control myself anymore and I scream in beautiful agony. My orgasm takes me and I feel my muscles clamp around his now warm fingers. My body shivers beneath him as wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure takes me. I barely notice the sharp pain at my neck.

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I awake with a start. Panting. I’m disorientated. I’m confused. Naked, I am lying in bed.. the tv flickering. I remember what happened. I remember him. He was here. I’m sure of it! It couldn’t have all been a dream? I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I am thirsty and my neck aches.

I turn on the light and notice a note lying on the floor near the bathroom. “I gave you what pleases you and I took what pleases me. ” So he was here! My heart began to beat faster. It wasn’t just a dream! I make my way into the bathroom and stand before the mirror. I rub my neck and feel something strange. It hurts to touch and feels like a scab. Feels like more than one scab.

I look at my neck closely in the mirror. It’s bruised something fierce and there are two small puncture wounds. I stand in awe and then I can’t help but smile. He left his mark on me. I am his now and he will be back one day to stake his claim once more.

be careful what you wish for

“It’s time to close this book and shut off the lights and get some rest,” she says to herself as she places the book at her bedside and shuts off the lamp. It’s been difficult for her to even put the book down. The main character has inserted himself into her mind. She chuckles softly, realizing how childish and foolish that is. She has a crush on a fictional character. There were moments where she just wished.. just wished that … “oh stop it”, she whispers to herself.

She smiles as she settles herself into bed. Beside her, a familiar body rests peacefully, the sound of her lover’s breath eases her. She lies beside him, careful not to disturb him. She is not sleepy, but knows sleep will come soon enough.

The minutes pass and soon turn into an hour. She is restless. Lying on her back, she looks across the room to the wall. Since the bedroom door is open, the light coming in from the guest room window, reaches and reflects onto the wall. The moon is shining bright tonight.

She watches as the branches move with what little breeze there is out there. The shadows dance on the wall and the house is quiet, save the heavy breathing of her slumbering lover.

Her mind drifts as she watches the shadows dance. Suddenly, she is searching for him. Searching for the man who has taken hold of her fantasies. Only he is not a man, more of an immortal, a vampire. Her mind begins to wander and she imagines what it would be like if he came out of the shadows and came for her. She not only imagined it, but began wishing for it, just to feel the excitement of meeting him face to face, exchange a few words.. make her heart race…

She was getting anxious in her bed. She stopped thinking such silly things. Instead her mind wandered to all the things she would need to do tomorrow. She tried to clear her mind. But suddenly, her hand was to her mouth as she gasped softly. “The wedding!” she thought to herself. “Is my friend’s wedding tomorrow?” She pondered this for a moment.. made a calendar within her head and went through the numbers. “No it’s next weekend.” She was almost a 100% sure. There would be no rest until she did know for sure.

She eased herself out of bed, her lover barely stirring as she made her way into the living room. The invitation was right there on the coffee table. The house is silent. Blinds were left barely open and now they let the moonlight into the house. She doesn’t want to turn the light on, her eyes would have to adjust to the darkness again.

Her heart pounds as she thinks of him. “stop that!”

There is more light in the kitchen, her nude body moves silently, her bare feet cold on the floor.  She holds the invitation in front of her, trying to catch the light within the cracks of the blinds. “dammit, where the hell is the date? Should be somewhere at the top. ” She searches harder, looking for a number. “Dammit, why does every number have to be spelled out on a formal invitation?” She changes her focus and takes in one word at a time, barely able to make them out… then she finds it… ah yes… next weekend.

Her sigh of relief is interrupted by an arm wrapping against her chest, clutching her breast, and a hand covering her mouth. She tries to take in air to gasp, but can’t, the invitation falls to the floor. Her eyes grow large as she squirms within his grasp. He holds her tightly as he presses his lips to her ear.

“Is this what you had in mind when you wished to see me?” his voice is sinister, sharp. “How wonderful do you feel now? You, my victim. Is this what you wanted?” He startles her as he readjusts his grip tighter.

Beneath his hand, she shakes her head no, and the air is being forced between his fingers as she struggles to breathe. She surrenders to him completely. She could kick and squirm, but she feels oddly secure. She feels his lips graze her neck and then his teeth run along her collar. She shivers beneath him and swallows hard.

His grip loosens slightly, his hand begins to float away from her mouth. As his fingers trace her lips, she opens her mouth slightly and pulls him into her mouth. The chill of his fingers inside her mouth wakes her from her daze. He holds on to her like this. His hand on the side of her neck, cupping her jaw line, fingers perched in the corner of her mouth. Her breasts are heaving, as his lips come close to her ear once more. His other hand moves away from her breast and trails down her stomach and rests on her thigh. Her legs spread naturally and she blushes.

She moans so silently, only he can hear. She doesn’t care that she is frightened. She just wants him to touch her… touch her there. She feels the warmth and the wetness as it escapes and announces her lust.

He growls into her ear, “Be careful what you wish for,” and throws her down on the floor. She lands on her knees, palms slamming into the floor. He is gone before she can wipe her hair away from her face.

to taste her

I wonder what it would be like, to taste her. To press my hungering lips against hers. No not those lips. Not the lips that shield and expel words… but those other lips. Ones so plump and soft. They hide the inner sanctity of her womanhood.

What would it be like to lay her down on a blanket of softness? To trail my hands down her hips and over her thighs? Would her legs open, inviting me in?

Her scent rising from her womanly folds, intoxicates my mind as I slide my head between her thighs. I inhale deeply, taking the scent of her in. So this is what her lust smells like? I can almost smell her heat. Does heat have a scent?

She is a vision of beauty, soft and silken. Her lips are plump and delicate. My fingers reach out to touch her. Softly, I trace my fingers along her pussy lips. Goosebumps break out across her body. She shivers and her breathing breaks. My fingertips play with her softness. I watch her skin move beneath my touch. My fingers leave imprints in her flesh for just the shortest of seconds. I pinch her gently, feeling her flesh between my touch. Wetness gathers and I smell her lust renewed.

I am hungry.

I lean in. My tongue reaches out. Slowly, I touch her pussy lips. My tongue is straight and rigid as I touch her flesh for the first time. She moans and my tongue relaxes. I lap at her pussy. Long licks from the base of her lips to the top. I gather her lips into my mouth with each upward lap and suck softly. Over and over I delight in licking her. I nibble those soft lips. Taking them into my mouth. Getting to sample her.

I curl my tongue upwards and find her hardened bulb. My lips pucker and I take her clit into my mouth. I suck on her gently. Moans escape her mouth. My tongue hardens once more and I flick her bulb. My tongue runs circles around it and I volley it back and forth. Her pearl becomes my treasure.

Now is the time. Now is the time to taste her for the first time. I’ve anticipated the taste of her lust. My tongue dips within her folds. I am met with a bittersweet taste. It is warm and inviting. I lap at her, dipping inside. My tongue finds her hole and I press myself against her. Darting in and out of her, my tongue is covered in her lust and my ears resonate with the sound of her pleasure.

I lick her deeply, tasting every inch of her pussy, from her anus to her clit. She gasps at my feast. I bury myself against her. She is a feast for my eyes, tongue, ears and finger tips. I will always hunger for this reception.

Is this what it will be like to taste her for the first time?

the surprise

It was her idea, really, to leave the sanctity of our cool lofty bedroom in the secluded cabin. My pet tells me she has a surprise for me. She’s been dying to show me ever since she started coming out to the cabin. She convinced me to crawl out of bed and follow her out the door. How could I resist such an innocent plea?

And now here we are, the day is hot, the insects unrelenting, and our bodies sticky from sweat. We have long left the trail. I am frustrated as I bat the insects away from my face and avoid the overgrown plants and trees. “It’s not much farther, I promise, ” she whispers sweetly. The sun has begun to set and I realize it will be dark soon. “Don’t worry, I know my way.”

It seemed the “jungle” would never end, but then the world just opened up. In front of us, a little oasis. Not a pond, but not a lake. Just perfect, wonderfully secluded, perfectly clear water, and it was all for us. She giggles in delight as I am left standing speechless. “Do you like it? Your surprise?”

All I can do is nod, and smile and squeeze her hand.

She leads us down to the water. I can hear the faint sound of a stream. The world seemed to stand still. I held my breath. Not a living sound was to be heard. The insects seem to have vanished. The trees rustled slightly, as birds began to make their roosting spots for the night.

The sun is setting now, as my pet stands before me. She has that playful grin on her face as her hands slide to her shirt and she lifts it off of her body. Her hair cascades down her face and back. Her arms reach back and she releases her breasts from the clutches of her bra. Again I am left breathless as the orange glow of the setting sun bathes her body. Her breasts are perfect. Not too small but not too large. Her nipples are perked and perfectly sized for her breasts.

Her hands slide down her navel and reach for the buttons of her shorts. She unclasps and unzips and pulls her shorts and panties down to the ground, stepping out. Her breasts sway and bounce with every movement. There she is, my pet, a vision of pure beauty before me. More of the Goddess than I am. She is everything in a woman I am not and wish to be. She is slender and of average height. Her hair is dark and shiny, her eyes glow of innocence. Her hips are wonderfully rounded and her ass… well, perfect doesn’t begin to describe it. She is breath taking and I can’t believe she is mine sometimes.

She giggles at me. She knows she has lost me in thought once more. I smile and slowly I remove each piece of clothing and drop them to the ground to join hers. Her eyes dance hungrily over my flesh. I feel that rush of warmth between my thighs, a throbbing begins. She bites her lower lip, lowering her head and gazing up at me through her lashes. I lose control and my lust takes over.

I rush to her and my hands grab at her breasts. She yelps in surprise at my primal lust. I squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. My hands slide down to her back, cup her ass and pull her into me. I stand on my toes and seal my lips against hers. My tongue invades her mouth. She answers and moans into me. I squeeze her tightly, holding her as if for dear life. My kisses become urgent and I forget to breath. I break away, gasping for air, my breasts heaving.

She moves slowly into the water. I follow her. The sun has set completely now, but out here the moonlight is bright. It shines a romantic light on the both of us. Out here, we are but private lovers in our secluded little oasis.

She reaches for me and pulls me into her, answering my lust with her own. We grunt and groan with each other. Hands grasping at anything we can find… backs, hips, ass, hair, neck.. breasts… we want to touch every inch of each other and can’t.

I pull away from her. There in the glow of the moonlight, is my vision of beauty before me. The water line sits perfectly at her breast line. Her nipples barely showing up at the surface, if she arched her back just right… yes… I lunge towards her, water spraying in all directions. She is startled, but before she can respond my hands are to her breasts. She moans loudly. I kiss her lips and move down her neck. Slowly my lips teach her my intentions and I feel her body arch. Her nipples begin to rise over the water line. I take one into my mouth immediately and she screams in pleasure. My pierced tongue runs circles around the hard nipples, my other hand squeezing and caressing the other breast. I take her into my mouth… flicking my tongue over her nipple, sucking her in. I am a starved woman at her breast. My primal lust takes over and I lose control. I can’t get enough of her as I switch from one breast to the other, my hands and arms pulling her into me. I am a monster wanting to suck her essence from her body and the only way I can do it is through her breasts. If I were a vampire I would drain her sweet life force through her breasts. My teeth dig into her and I feel her groan and gasp. I bite and nibble not caring if I bruise her or mark her.

My teeth rake her flesh and I take her collar bone into my mouth. She moans, almost breathless. I can barely hear her… “Mina, sweet mina, just the faintest touch will make me burst. I’m throbbing so hard.”

Suddenly the switch is turned. My primal hunger fades. My bites become kisses and I move over to her ears. “Then let me make love to you underneath the moonlight.”

My hand slides down to her pussy beneath the surface. I feel her knees buckle and her legs spread. I cup her pussy and clamp my mouth over hers. She sighs into my mouth. I thought she would cum right then. I kiss her softly and gently over and over. Her breathing becomes irregular. She is moaning softly. I dip a finger into her pussy and she gasps. My thumb moves circles around her clit. Still I continue to kiss her gently, down her neck, to her ears, over her cheeks, almost as if we were lovers for the first time. “Cum for me my pet, let me hear and feel your ecstasy. “

I alternate my movement of dipping my fingers into her pussy and rubbing her clit. I do it slowly, this isn’t about the fuck. I want her to slowly build to that release. I kiss her now, moving my tongue in slow circles. I feel her muscles begin to clamp and her breathing becomes forced from her nose. I hold on to her tightly, my finger hard against the bulb of her clit. I move it just a little faster. Her hips rock as she tries to push herself into me. Her arms wrap tightly around me. I can feel the wave approaching. The water begins to splash around us as she can’t contain her movements. My fingers thrust into her deeply and she releases from my mouth, unable to muffle her scream as she explodes into orgasm. Her pussy contracts and releases forcefully around my fingers and I feel a rush of heated moisture. Her body convulses. I cradle her. I hold her. I support her through the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, I help her down from her plateau. I hold her tightly and kiss her lips. She opens her eyes and the moonlight catches them beautifully. Her breasts are heaving against me, her nipples hard. She lays her head against mine and i wrap my arms around her. There we are, together, underneath the glow of the moonlight, in our little oasis hidden from the world.

the baby girl/Daddy series ~ Steven gets his chance

***Warning the following is a fetish post. It involves age play. This story involves consenting adults. If you do not enjoy reading about age play, this post is not for you. Move along now. ***

Daddy seats himself in the comfy chair in the corner of the guest room. He moved it there just for this occasion. Babygirl kneels on the bed, her hands behind her back holding onto her fingers as if it were some form of support. Her head hangs low, her eyes only on Daddy, as her back faces Steven. Tonight she is in red, a matching, womanly ensemble of bra and thong.

Steven begins discarding his clothes, socks and shoes lay on the floor, soon joined by his shirt. He is interrupted by his friend’s words. “Tonight is your lucky night, Steven. I am feeling quite generous, as well as proud of my babygirl. I am honored to allow you the pleasure of her cunt.” Steven slips his belt off. “There are just 2 rules Steven. The first, you are not to call her by her given names and secondly, no marks. Do you understand?” Daddy’s voice grows stern. Steven pauses, blinks his eyes and nods his head in approval.

“Good,” Daddy looks at babygirl. “I love you my precious. This will please me very much, do you understand my pet?”

Babygirl’s eyes grow sad and she nods her head.

“Do not be sad, my pet.” Daddy’s voice soothes her, almost puts her in a trance. “You will be most rewarded for your good behavior.” Daddy turns his attention back on Steven. “Pick your position, Steven.”

Steven almost doesn’t hear him, he is lost in the exchange between Daddy and babygirl. “whaaa ?” he asks absent mindedly.

“Pick your position, Steven”, Daddy repeats himself. “You get one shot. One position. How will you have her?”

“Christ, David, is that another rule?”

Daddy leans forward in his chair. His hands close to his face, fingers interlaced, index fingers poking his chin. He takes a deep breath. He will forgive his friend for this outburst as he knows it has been months since his wife has allowed him the pleasures of the flesh. Separations can do that. “Steven, you insult me… and worse, you insult my babygirl. She is mine to do so as I please. If you can not appreciate my generosity, you can excuse yourself and go.” Daddy waves his hand flippantly and sits back in his chair.

“I’m sorry David,” Steven mutters. “If I want her to suck my cock?”

“One shot, one position … as you wish it.” Daddy answers.

“Then I want her on all fours.”

“As you wish.” Daddy looks at babygirl and she assumes her position.

Steven grabs her by the ankles and pulls her to him. She gasps at the shock of his strength. She keeps her eyes on Daddy as she feels Steven run his hands all over her. As if she was his possession. Her face crinkles with a look of disgust as his hands grab her breasts and squeeze them. He plays with them as if he was a teenaged boy. Daddy can’t help but chuckle a bit and gives babygirl an approving smile of encouragement.

Steven plays with her breasts. His hands slip beneath the surface of the fabric and he pulls at her nipples. His hard cock presses against her as he leans in, she can feel it straining against his pants. His breath is heated as he whispers to her, “It’s a shame I can only have you in one position. I would love nothing more than to flip you over and bury my face in your ample tits and suck on your nipples.”

Babygirl is thankful that he cannot. Her loyalty to do her Daddy’s bidding, remains in place because she is not forced to look at him.

Steven’s hands move to her cunt, shielded by her thong. The fabric can not hide the heat coming from her. He cups her pussy and rubs his fingers against her in circles. “I remember the first time my fingers ever dipped in this cunt.” He moves the fabric aside and plunges his fingers dip within babygirl. She gasps and is thrust forward. She almost falls off balance. “I was told I could not have you then, but tonight you are my dirty little whore… aren’t you?”

Babygirl remains silent, not wanting to answer him.

“Answer him babygirl,” Daddy orders. “It is rude not to answer when spoken to.”

Humiliated, babygirl answers, “Yes Steven, tonight I am your dirty little whore.”

“That’s more like it,” Steven hisses and removes his pants. His briefs fall immediately and his cock stands proud. His erection looks painful, as precum leaks uncontrollably from the head. Steven grabs his cock and moves closer to babygirl. He admires her ass from behind. He takes his cock and slaps her ass many times with it’s hardness. Over and over babygirl hears the slap of his cock on her flesh. She feels his precum dribble all over her backside. One glob surprises her when it lands on her asshole.

Steven pulls her thong further down to her knees, he rips it as he forces her legs apart to accommodate his place behind her. He rubs his cock against her cunt. He grunts a bit in disapproval as he sees she is not very wet. No matter to him. He takes his cock in his right hand and braces himself on her hips with his left. He places his cockhead against her pussy and thrusts quickly into her.

Again, babygirl gasps.. this hurt her terribly. Her eyes focus on Daddy once more. His glance gives her all the reassurance she needs.

“Oh FUCK yes!” Steven interrupts her thoughts with his lust. He pounds into her over and over. “You are such a dirty fucking whore. God I love your tight cunt. You are wonderful.” He continues his fucking as it gets more primal. Lost in his lust he releases his grip on her and places his hands on her shoulders. He holds on and forces himself deep inside her. He grunts and moans with each thrust. She feels his balls slap against her cunt lips. He’s an animal.

Steven slips and growls and digs his nails into her back. He scratches her from shoulder to ass. She screams at the sudden pain. Daddy jumps up from his chair. Steven shudders and pulls himself out of babygirl, he is breathing heavy, feeling the strain of his lust… he hungers to cum. He can’t help but stroke himself… he’s so close.

“You are not to mark her Steven!” Daddy is furious. He does not take kindly to broken rules. “This is your only warning.” Daddy moves back slowly, to take his place in his seat once more.

Steven stands, still shocked and shaken. His cock throbs in his hands. He realizes he has been stroking it this whole time.. searching for that release.

“Oh for God’s sake Steven, stop stroking your cock and take her cunt.”

Daddy takes pleasure in humiliating his friend, but needs to save the situation, “babygirl, I think Steven needs some reassurance. Look at him and beg him to fuck your cunt.”

Babygirl swallows, she is humiliated. She looks over her shoulder and meets Steven’s eyes for the first time that evening. His eyes are wild and she can see the muscles in his neck moving slightly from the motion of his hand stroking his cock. “Please, Steven, fuck my cunt so you can cum. I beg you.”

It’s all Steven needed, he rushes back towards her and thrusts his cock into her cunt. He screams. His cock is ready to explode. He grips her hips and fucks her madly. She gasps with each thrust.. he forces the air out of her lungs with his power. His moans escalate, his grip tightens… he thrusts deep inside her… he clenches his teeth… turns his face to the ceiling … and SCREAMS…. “UUUUNNNGGGHHHH FUUUCK YES!”

Babygirl braces herself. She feels his cock pulsing within her, filling her with his cum. She shudders as Steven pulls himself out of her. She feels his cum dripping out, making a small puddle on the bed beneath her.

Steven’s body is shaking as he backs away. His chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Daddy gets up from his chair, he walks over to babygirl and places her chin in his hand. Steven looks at Daddy, mouths a “thank you” and collects his things and quickly leaves the room. He will freshen himself up in the bathroom. Daddy nods and focuses his attention on his babygirl.

“You have made Daddy very pleased tonight,” He shows her his stiff cock as he pulls it out. “Let me show you how a Daddy fucks her babygirl.

Babygirl hears the shower turn on in the bathroom as Daddy’s cock enters her pussy. He stretches her. She delights in the feel of him. She smiles as Daddy begins to reward his babygirl for her good behavior.

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Daddy/babygirl ~ the dinner

***Warning the following is a fetish post. It involves age play. This story involves consenting adults. If you do not enjoy reading about age play, this post is not for you. Move along now. ***

*** The following story was written by my Master, my Daddy, Sylvanus. I think it is a wonderful contribution to my babygirl/Daddy series. I hope you enjoy it ***

Babygirl was pushing her peas around her plate with pouty lips. Daddy rolled his eyes. We have company coming tonight, I want you on your best behavior. Of course, Babygirl was completely capable of behaving as was expected, just not in any way inclined to do so. Deliberate disobedience, perhaps? In any case he was frustrated with her, but not really. Sure, he had spent a long time preparing this dinner, and he was, as always very proud of his cooking. It was, however, slightly disconcerting to have her acting out in front of the other couple that were over for dinner. While they certainly had insight into the special relationship between Daddy and his Babygirl, Daddy would have preferred to show the perfect obedience from his darling, rather than this side of her.

“Daddy, I want some more chicken!”

“Finish your peas first,” Daddy replied. The other couple looked at each other questioningly. This was awkward for them. Babygirl’s hands knotted into fists as she started to rap the table. Daddy’s hand flew out in a flash and grabbed her wrist. “Are you about to be a bad girl?” he asked, eyes flashing with accusation. Suddenly, realizing that she had gone too far, Babygirl wilted.

“Yes, Daddy, I was. But I will stop now.” It was too late for apologies.

“I asked for your best behavior, and instead you pouted at dinner. You know what to do when you’ve been bad.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she got up from the table and headed to Daddy’s room, where he spanked her. “No, Babygirl. Come here and accept your punishment now.” Her cheeks flushed red. In front of the guests?! This was not something they had shared with others before. She hesitated.

“Do you think this boy and his dominant don’t understand what is happening here? Now lay across my lap!” Suddenly the flush of her cheeks erupted elsewhere in her body as she realized the fate that awaited her. She walked over, almost in a trance and laid across Daddy’s lap. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her now-damp panties to the guests. His hand drew back, and she winced in anticipation.The first blow landed with a loud clapping sound, and Babygirl moaned involuntarily as the shock of the hit until the stinging faded into a burn. He spanked her again, as the red hand print from the first spank began to coalesce on her ass. He spanked again, towards the middle, his flying fingertips stinging her sensitive lips through her panties. Babygirl was moaning, and she could hear the company breathing heavily, entranced by her discipline.

After the fifth spank, she felt his finger tug the panties up from her flesh, and the heavy smell of her arousal burst forth, overwhelmed the scent of the food. His finger pressed in, molesting her before the guests, right there at the table. He pulled his finger free, licking her essence off.

“Now apologize.” Her face flushed red from embarrassment again, but she dared not disobey. She knelt between his legs, and touched her lips to the bulge in his pants, and murmured an apolgy. Her body was hot with embarrassment and arousal. Daddy began to speak again.

“You also owe our guests an apology as well, since you have disturbed their night.” Her eyes began to water. What was she going to have to do? Daddy could sense her confusion. “Go lie on this boy’s lap, and receive your spankings, and apologize, and then to his dominant.” Babygirl’s mind was swimming. This was so much more than she was ready for. Almost without consciously deciding to do so, her body rose and laid across the guest’s lap. She felt the submissive man lift her skirt shyly. His hand quickly whipped across, light touches not willing to overstep the bounds. There was a pause after the fifth spank. Babygirl looked up to see her Daddy nod, then she felt that shy finger gently slip inside her richly lubricated channel. She gasped at the gentle, almost loving touch.

“Now, apologize,” Daddy said firmly. The boy obdiently parted his legs for Babygirl to render her apology. Her nose landed a damp spot that reeked of his sweet precum. She could almost hear his cock throbbing through his pants. She smiled as she apologized, embarrassed at the exposure, but proud of the arousal she had caused.

“And now his mistress.” Babygirl walked over with a shy smile, and bent over her lap as well. Where the boy’s slaps had been shy, and respectful, the Mistress was assertive, and ruthless. Her spanks where loud, and forceful, and seemed destined to bruise, with her sharp nails threatening to tear her skin with every strike. The pain was intense, and burning, and babygirl could feel her body respond to the treatment at the hand of a woman. Then, the Mistress molested her with the firsthand knowledge of a woman’s body and the confidence of a dominant. Babygirl cried out as the finger probed her. As brutal as the invasion was, it was over just as fast. Babygirl knelt in front of the Mistress, and rendered her apology into a light, musty cloud of a woman’s arousal.

“Now sit down, and finish your peas.” A very hot sensation burned her belly as she wolfed down the rest of her dinner, wondering what was for dessert…

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