Master’s cock whore

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dominance, erotica, face fuck, oral, submission

I had been salivating for weeks now. Suddenly, there he is, right in front of me and there it is, staring me right in the face. I breathe deeply as I watch the pulse beating in his cock. Like the second hand on a watch, I observe the “tick tick tick” of his pulse bobbing his cock in front of my face. I gulp loudly, preventing a stream of saliva from escaping the corner of my mouth.

“Are you my cock whore today, Mina?” Master asks. I nod in agreement. I dare not speak, for I know my words will be slurred by my saliva. “OPEN!”

My mouth flies open and Master plunges two fingers into it, hitting the back of my throat. I sputter and cough and toss my head aside, expelling his fingers. I gasp for air as he grasps my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. Master feigns disappointment. “Tsk Tsk. How can you possibly take my cock into your whore mouth if you can’t even take my fingers?”

I stare blankly at Master.

“OPEN!” Again my mouth flies open. “Stick your tongue out as far as you can,” he continues to command. I stick my tongue out and feel his two fingers slide back into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I relax and breathe and take his fingers in. There is a slight tightening of my throat as I avoid the gag.

“Good girl,” Master smiles. “You are ready to be my cock whore now.”

I watch as his hand moves to his throbbing erection. Instantly, my mouth floods with saliva once more and a tiny stream runs down my tongue and a drop hits the floor beneath me. I watch hungrily as Master fists the base of his shaft and pushes his cock head past my waiting lips and into the wet hole of my mouth. He places one hand behind my head, holding me steady as he begins fucking my whore mouth. My ears ring with the sounds of Master’s voice moaning and groaning as his cock moves effortlessly in and out of my orifice. Confident with his movement and my stillness, he removes his hand from the base of his erection and places it behind my head alongside with his other. Master fucks my mouth swift and hard, my saliva washing over his cock and collecting into a small puddle on the floor below us. Profanities spill from his mouth and bounce off the walls. Though my body is still with open mouth, my mind races hungrily and my cunt floods in wetness. I long to take control and suck on Master’s cock, my way.

Master pulls away, releasing my head and grabbing hold of his erection once more. He smears his cock along my open mouth and lips, taunting me by pressing it against my nose and finally slapping my cheeks a few times.

“Would you like to suck this cock, whore?”

“Yes, Master!” I nearly scream the words.

“Then suck it, whore.” Master lets go of his cock. “Suck it and make your Master cum.”

It takes but a second for me to respond. Immediately, my right hand is wrapped around his base while my lips wrap around the head. My tongue plays with the foreskin, before my hand pulls back and exposes the swollen head beneath. My tongue circles around it several times, before I plunge him into my mouth, moaning as he slides deep inside me. With my mouth and hand working in unison, I suck Master’s cock. I pull him completely out of my mouth before plunging him back inside deep. His cock hits the back of my throat, making myself gag, thickening my saliva and lubricating my hand as it slides up and down his shaft, avoiding chaffing his sensitive skin.

Still stroking his cock with my hand, my mouth moves to his smooth balls and I lick and suck on them. One by one, I pull them into my mouth. Master holds his breath before gasping his pleasure. I can feel he is close. His balls tighten beneath my tongue. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair. Master gets a temporary case of tourettes, as all I can hear is, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Until finally I feel that first pulse contract his cock within my hand.

I jerk his cock one last time, before plunging my hand down the shaft and holding it strong against the base. My mouth pops open and my tongue sticks out ready to receive the first rain of his seed. Master groans deeply and the first jet hits my hairline. The second barely missing my eye, until finally small jets hit my mouth and begin falling down to my breasts. I smile and giggle, pleased with my own efforts. Master moans in his pleasure as his knees grow weak and his hands grip my shoulders to steady himself. I move in closer, my face nuzzling against his cock as it begins to turn limp and wrap my arms around his legs in an embrace. I do not need to look up to see that there is a smile on his face.

“My cock whore. My good little girl.”

© Secret Desire

blush

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dominance, erotica, spanking, submission

“Come.”

His words are direct and his tone strict. I scurry towards Master as he rolls his chair away from his desk and swivels around to face my approach. He extends one hand to me as the other pats his lap. Master helps me lay across it. Once in place, I help him remove my panties by shifting my body left to right. In silence, I move for him, as he gently lifts my skirt, exposing my creamy thighs and curvaceous backside. His left arm curls around my midsection as his hand holds onto my hip. I let my head hang low, my hair falling across my face as I gently feel my pulse quicken and throb in my neck.

The first blow comes hard and stings furiously. I whimper silently.

The second blow, as hard as the first, lands like a crack of thunder on the opposite cheek. Again, I whimper softly.

There is no warm up today. Master is relentless. The office walls echo as flesh beats upon flesh. Every strike of Master’s powerful hand sends a wave through my ample flesh. Between my thighs, a wetness begins to develop. I can hear it when Master takes a deep breath as he smells my arousal.

Each strike of Master’s hand feels stronger than the last. Sometimes his blows land numerous times on one cheek and sometimes, he’s kind enough to alternate. I begin to squirm slightly, but Master tightens his grip on my hip and I understand the clear message. I stop with my fidgeting.

Over and over Master’s hand comes down with great force. Each slap escalating the stings into one giant burning, never ending sensation. I can feel the heat erupting over my backside and I can’t get enough of it. His hand rests briefly on my rump and all I feel is heat. That sweet delicious burning heat of his hand and my ass combined together. Master sits back in his chair and I am certain there is a smile on his face, but I dare not look. As for me, I am most certainly smiling as I stare at his feet.

Master breaks the momentary silence with one deep breath before delivering two more powerful blows to my backside. I yelp loudly with these. Master reaches over, gripping my shoulders and helps steady me back onto my feet and I stand in front of him. I spread my legs as his hands slide my panties back over my thighs and over his wet cunt. He gently pulls my skirt back into place and pulls me in for a quick kiss on the lips.

“Now, off with you. I have work to get back to.” Master pats me on the ass and I walk back to my designated spot in his office with a smile on my face, love in my heart and warmth on my backside.

© Secret Desire

at peace

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dominance, submission

Peace.

Serenity.

Tranquility.

Companionship.

It’s just he and I. Two connected souls sharing the same space. There’s no sense of urgency. The minutes will pass into hours. The world melts away for me. All I know is him.

At his feet, I sit. My body rests against his leg. No words pass between us. The only sounds in my ears are his random keyboard and mouse clicks. Occasionally his throat clears and I listen to the sound of him breathing. I can hear it, gently passing through his nostrils or between tight lips. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nose and I feel his hand at my hair. His fingers run though my hair and massage my scalp and I sigh quietly. My head rubs against his knee.

We need not speak. My happiness is in my loyalty. My place is at his feet. His fingers trail along the soft leather around my neck and my tag jingles as his fingertips pass over the buckle. I sigh again as I feel the slightest tug at my collar.

He is my owner. He is my Master. Tonight we sit in silence, enjoying the comfort of each others company.

Tonight we find true peace.

© Secret Desires

spirited filly

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dominance, erotica, fetish, pony play, submission

*** The following is an inspired piece created for my Master C. It will contain touches of “pony play”. You have been warned. ***

Saturday morning, just like any other, but this one is so much more special. Having just arrived at my apartment building, Master rings me and I hurry down the stairs. I am dressed in only a summer dress and sandals. A small purse carrying my cell phone, keys and my ID, is the only item I bring with me. Master strictly told me all my needs would be met and not to worry for a thing. I need only the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and even those were to be kept simple.

My heart stops for a moment as I see him through the glass door. I throw myself into his arms for a tight embrace, smelling him deeply. Master takes me by the hand and leads me to his car, opening the door like a true gentleman and helping me inside.

“Are you ready for your adventure, slave?” he asks me.

“Yes, Master, I am!”

“Good!” He smiles that smile I adore so much. “First things first.” He pulls a blindfold from his pocket and secures it over my eyes. “Now, if at any point you become ill from being blindfolded during the drive, speak up immediately. It will be alright. I just thought this would add to the element of the surprise.”

“Yes, Master.” I smile blindly.

I have no idea how long the drive actually takes. Time is a well forgotten factor and an enemy this weekend. We sit mostly in silence during the drive, occasionally Master’s hand spreads my thighs and his fingers dip into my wet folds. I can hear him smiling and chuckling to himself. His hand pushes the fabric of my sundress out of the way and he exposes my breasts. I have no idea if anyone can see my naked breast as he pinches and touches them, but I really don’t care.

The car slows off the highway as my ears listen intently. The road begins to wind now and rarely do I hear opposing traffic. It isn’t until the tires hit gravel for 15 minutes, that I realize whatever we are doing, we will be doing it fairly secluded. The car comes to a stop and I sit quietly as Master exits the car and walks to my side, opening the door and offering me help out.

“Do not worry about your purse,” he informs me. “I will tend to your things.”

I take his hand and follow him cautiously as we walk over gravel. Finally, we come to a stop and the summer sun beats down on my skin. He loosens the blindfold and the fabric falls from my eyes. I am speechless as I gaze around me. Master has taken me to a small farm. In front of me is a small horse stable, fit for at least 6 horses. All around me are various paddocks and to the left, a small house. The whole farm itself is surrounded by forest.

“There’s a small lake too,” Master adds to my inventory. “Now, Mina, are you ready to begin our adventure together? Right here and now?”

“Oh, yes Master. Very much.” I can’t help but smile.

“Good.” Master’s expression changes slightly. His hands move to the hem of my dress and he pulls it up and over my head, discarding it onto the ground. He leans down and slips my feet out of the sandals. The gravel is warm and slightly uncomfortable on my feet. The sun begins to shine on my skin. It’s an exhilarating feeling to be so naked and so open.

Master walks behind me, one hand holding a fistful of hair, the other clasping my naked belly as he hisses in my ear, “Such a spirited filly you are…. I’ll make an honest mare of you yet.” Immediately my cunt swells in wetness. Master grabs my wrists, folding my arms behind my back, making me hold onto my own wrists. “This is how you will walk with me. And no more words Mina unless directed to speak.”

I nod in agreement and follow behind Master as he leads me into the stable. To the right is a small bathroom. “Surely, you must need relief?” Master asks while directing a hand towards the facility. I nod and enter, taking care of business while Master waits just outside. I exit the toilet area and Master immediately stops me before I can wash my hands. “Down, on all fours, now. Get used to this as you will be asked to do it after each bathroom use.”

I get down on all fours and watch as Master approaches me with a small plastic bottle with a tapered end holding liquid that looks very much like water. “It’s just a simple saline solution, love,” he assures me as he presses my head into the floor, arching my back and exposing my ass. The neck of the bottle pushes into my ass and suddenly an odd sensation overcomes me. One I have never felt before. It feels slightly strange and uncomfortable. I can feel my insides filling with liquid. Master slides the neck of the bottle out of my ass and I feel a small trickle of liquid escape. I have the urge to use the restroom again. “Hold right there for a few minutes,” he commands me.

I breath slowly, in and out, clenching my anus tightly. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Master retrieves a bag and unzips it. I see a glint of silver and I watch as Master has his back turned to me and it appears like he is brushing something. Minutes seem likes hours until Master finally asks,”Would you like to expel.” He turns to look at me and I nod enthusiastically.

“Go on then,” he orders. I dash to the toilet, expelling the liquid inside me and return back to my place. Master smiles. “You learn quickly, my pet.”

I watch as Master wets a wash cloth and gently washes my backside. He shows me what he had been tending to while the solution filled my ass. “This is for you my little filly.” In his hands is a shiny, steel anal plug, but what makes it different than all the others is the luscious horse tail attached. “Lick it,” he instructs and I take the steel plug into my mouth as he holds it for me, sucking it and wetting it with my saliva. Satisfied, he removes the plug from my mouth and gently eases it into my ass. It slides in nearly effortlessly and my clit tingles. I feel the horse hair fall over my slit and Master pats my ass. “Step by step you will look the part.”

“Stand up, Mina.”

I stand and Master places a collar around my neck, but this one has a leather strap leading down to mid back and cuffs attached. The smell of leather is intoxicating and I clench the muscles between my thighs. He places my wrists into the cuffs, securing them in place. Next, he locks two leather cuffs firmly around my ankles, these have bells attached to them. Finally, an intricate pony head bridle is placed on my head. No muzzle for me, but blinders are secured. Master approaches me with a bit gag with large silver rings. I open wide and he secures it in place. I am dressed and ready…. but for what?

“Today, we lunge.” Master answers my silent question. Already I feel the saliva gathering at my bit. He secures a long lunge lead to the ring on my collar. He begins leading me out of the stable and back into the brilliant sun. I can see nothing to the left or right of me. It’s just my Master before me, leading me to the lunging ring. The sound of bells ringing as I follow. The soft substrate of the ring has been recently watered to keep it cool and from kicking up clouds of dirt.

I stand proud before my Master. My chin held high as the saliva begins to form at the corners of my mouth. My breasts pushed forward by my restrained wrists behind my back. A breeze gently blows the horse hair between my thighs. Master stands towards the center of the ring, the lead extending to it’s full potential. With one swift motion, Master cracks the whip beside me and clicks once. I startle and immediately move.

To be continued…..

© Secret Desires

teaching noelle

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dominance, erotica, noelle, submission

Follow Noelle from the beginning:

• Precious Noelle
• Scent of Noelle
• Bathing Noelle
• Cyber Noelle

The bell chimes promptly at 20:00, followed by a faint, delicate knock at the door. James contains his excitement as best he can. He doesn’t need to look through the doors peephole to know who’s on the other side, but he does so any way. His eye gazes on his little lamb and he can not help but smile. Noelle bites her lower lip, fidgeting with her skirt, as she looks over her shoulder several times. She raises her hand for another try at the door and James takes in a deep breath before opening it.

“Oh James!,” Noelle exclaims while throwing herself into his body. He embraces her tightly, welcoming the surge of adoration. Tonight will be the first night he and Noelle will truly be united as Dominant and submissive. He smiles as he holds her tight against his body, his heart beating faster, and he takes a deep breath taking in the scent of her. Noelle sighs deeply, tears forming in her eyes as she realizes what she has always dreamed of is going to be made real tonight.

James pushes Noelle away from him, “Let me have a look at you.”

Noelle, beaming in happiness, turns a slow circle in front of James. He’s pleased with her already. She chose to wear an appropriately, form fitting, button up blouse, with equally  complimenting skirt and of course her mary jane shoes. Nestled below her neckline, is the little golden lamb he placed there not so long ago. Her hair is neatly pulled back from her face by a ribbon. James smiles to himself as he realizes her hair will be a mess by the time they are done.

James leads Noelle quietly down the hall to a very special room. One he had furnished recently to meet the needs of a Dominant and submissive. So many treasures lie inside, it will take them a considerable amount of time to use everything the room has to offer. He opens the door and his cock twitches. Noelle gasps quietly and her eyes widen.

“You like?” he asks her.

“Very much, Sir.”

“Undress.” His cock begins to swell.

Noelle rushes inside the room. The excitement uncontrollable now, she hurriedly fiddles with the buttons on the blouse until finally she throws it onto the floor. She unzips her skirt, while kicking her mary janes off, and lets it fall at her feet. Noelle stands in her bra and panties and hesitates for a second. This is not the first time James has seen her naked, but it is the first time she will be naked in the same room with him physically. She removes her bra, tossing it to the floor and slides her panties down to her feet, letting her toes toss them aside. She looks at James, but he does not seem pleased. Immediately, she begins to panic.

“Look at this mess you have made Noelle.” His voice is stern. “Has no one taught you how to properly pick up after yourself, lamb? Clean it up.”

Noelle looks at the disheveled piles around her and scattered shoes. She leans over, picking each article of clothing and gathering them into her arms before picking up her shoes. Looking around, she spots a small dresser. She walks over to it as James nods in approval. She folds her skirt first, placing it neatly on top, she dares not open the dresser. It is not her business to unless instructed to do so. Then her blouse gets neatly buttoned and folded and placed upon the skirt. Lastly, she places her bra and panties on top of the small pile. Her shoes go beside the dresser on the floor. Noelle stands back, waiting James’ approval.

James walks over and inspects her work. Though he is satisfied by the work she has done, he is not satisfied that she has learned her lesson. He gathers the clothes and tosses them back on the floor.

“Again.”

“Was it not to your liking, Sir?”

“You folded them well, Noelle, but you must learn your lessons. Good girls do not leave their clothes scattered all over the room. Dirty rooms are for dirty girls. Now pick it up.”

Noelle pouts, “But Sir, I learned my lesson. Why do I need to do it a…..”

James briskly walks over to Noelle and swiftly smacks her on the backside. She yelps in surprise and her hand quickly goes to her rear, feeling the warmth erupting over her flesh. James grabs her by the back of the neck, guiding her to the bed and bending her over at the waist. Noelle’s face meets the mattress as James’ hand meets her backside again and again, until he stops to cup her bare cunt. He can smell her as he stands over her. His hand wet by her arousal. Noelle holds her breath, she dare not make a sound. James’ cock swells painfully and it takes a great deal of strength not to plunge it into her wet slit right then and there.

“Clean it up, Noelle,” he releases her. “NOW.”

Noelle scurries to the floor. On hands and knees she picks up her clothes and stands and rushes to the dresser. Very carefully, she folds and places each item back  onto the dresser. She folds and unfolds the blouse, until it is perfect. Nervous, she turns to look at James for his approval and he beckons her to him.

“My little lamb,” he coos. “Kneel before me.”

Noelle kneels in front of him, his erection apparent through the fabric of his trousers. Carefully, he unzips and pulls his erection out, holding it in his hand, protecting it from the teeth of the menacing zipper. He breathes deeply, closing his eyes and preparing himself for what he is about to say. His cock head moist with his desire.

“Take it, my little lamb. Suckle.”

Noelle’s heart bursts in joy. The sight of her owner’s cock right there in front of her face is a true gift. She can barely control herself. She slides his erection into her mouth and groans. James’ hand moves to the back of her head, holding her there. The feel of him, inside her mouth, makes her melt. She wants more. A sudden hunger explodes within her and her cunt floods with wetness. Her tongue begins circling inside her mouth, feeling his cock within. She moves her head back and James allows himself to slide out of her mouth before she takes him back in.

Unable to contain himself, James moans loudly. “Oh god, Noelle. I have been waiting for this very moment for ages.” Noelle moans around his cock and begins pumping back and forth with hunger. It’s too much, it’s just too much and he grabs Noelle’s head with both hands and holds her still, gagged by his cock. He breathes deeply. It takes every amount of control not to explode right there into her mouth. His desire for her rushing through his veins. No not yet. Not like this.

Slowly, he pulls his cock away from her mouth and holds her chin up to look into his eyes. “There is always a reason behind my lessons, little lamb. Always accept them and do them obediently.”

She nods in agreement, saliva forming in the corners of her mouth.

“Now, my little lamb, undress me.”

dear diary (entry 3)

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diary, dominance, submission

“You spoil me,” he says to me.

“I do? I can stop”

“No need. I did not say it was a bad thing. You fill my ego as well as make my cock swell. I was not complaining.”

“Yes, but I do not want it to get boring or excessive.”

“You do not bore me…and if you become excessive you will be reigned in…as a submissive should be…”

“hmmmm….”

Hmmm indeed. There are moments in time that make you take a step back and reflect. Though I am submissive, I am non practicing. There is no collar around my neck. I am not owned. I fulfill my own desires as I can for myself.

Sometimes I forget about things. Sometimes I forget about the other side of submission. I am currently consumed by the need to serve, please and fulfill. I forget about the wonderful things that submission also brings with it.

I have forgotten what it feels like to truly give myself to another. It’s not an easy thing to do. I was always taught to provide for myself, to watch myself and keep myself under control. I have forgotten the sweet release of giving that up to another.

What a truly blessed life to be able to live it at full strength. To not be afraid to let go. To trust that should I go too far, he is there to lead me back. His kind and gentle hands will guide me to where I should be and should I be unruly, those very same hands will teach me discipline.

It’s an interesting feeling. Knowing that I am a strong and independent woman, yet crave to just let it all go and be dependent on another. There is something absolutely freeing about not having to think for oneself, even if only for a moment of time.

And so I ache and crave and wish and want…

xo mina

dear diary, (2nd entry)

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dear diary, dominance, submission

Dear Diary,

Last night my submission consumed me. My ache for him reappeared. The night was cool and without a second body to keep me warm, I wore socks and my plaid pajama bottoms and nothing more. Except, of course, my pink collar. Last night I made it tight. Tight like a hand at my throat. As he would say: “Make it tight. Tight like a hand holding you down while your body is pounded with brutal intensity. Hardened flesh ravaging soft, tender flesh. The chain of your nipple clamps held tightly between my teeth.”

These thoughts consume me and pound my heart. All I am aware of is the pulse pulse pulse at my neck. The leather tight, it captures and holds each beat of my heart, till all I can think of is the lust running through my veins. All I can think of is the submissive energy beating through my body, aching to be released. My very life force consumed by submission.

Then, my nipples harden. They are still sore from the night before. I want them touched. I want them touched by him so badly. I run my fingers over them as if they were his. My breath catches in my throat as I feel my palms running over my breasts, holding them tightly, squeezing and pinching my nipples. If I could, I would wear my clamps all night and sleep in them, just to feel him there with me. I wish I had little bands to encircle my aroused buds.

Last night was not about orgasms. I didn’t want any of those. Last night my body was consumed by the pulse at my neck and the arousal of my breasts. All I wanted was to feel my breasts held and teased. I just wanted him there, spooning me from behind, his arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe. I just wanted to feel his hands cupping my breasts and holding them as my blood pounded against my collar.

Slowly my submission leaks into my brain and images begin dancing in my mind. My face pressed against the mattress, my hands holding my ankles, as my backside is propped up on my knees. My pajama bottoms pulled down, just so, exposing my wet cunt. He stands behind me, inspecting my cunt, running his fingers along the slit until finally plunging them in and molesting my insides. He cups my cunt in his hand, slapping it from time to time, making me melt into him.

Another vision has me at my knees, sucking his cock. It’s a large, thick cock and barely fits in my small mouth. He stuffs me with it, gagging me, choking me, depriving me of air until he finally pulls out. Over and over he does this. Playing with my life, toying with my body and I want more. I’d let him fuck my mouth till I passed out.

Finally, my mind drifts to a peculiar place and he pisses on me. It splashes my face, neck and runs all over my tits. I’ve never had a Golden Shower and it’s always been just a curiosity, but last night these thoughts consumed me. Perhaps I know, within my submissive soul, that when I find Him, the One, I will give everything of me to him and there won’t be much I wouldn’t trust to experience with him. I long for the day that he comes into my life and changes everything I’ve ever known.

xo mina

dear diary

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diary, dominance, submission

Dear Diary,

Give me the strength of patience, for there are days I have none. The ache in my mind, body and soul, is at times, too strong. Send me relief where there is none. May my desires not turn to needs, for a need unmet brings great sadness. Teach me that great things come to those that wait. My day will come and when it does, it will be glorious.

Tonight my room is my sanctuary. I close myself off from reality and live in my fantasy. Tonight, the Dominant I so desire, will be with me in mind and spirit. My hands will act as his own. My body will spill forth in pleasure and servitude for him. On the bed I lay out our precious tools. Kneeling beside it, I must first put the leather collar in place.

My eyes gaze over the multitude of possibilities. Nipple clamps strung together by chain, yes, those will go on first. Shiny and steel butt plugs… small, medium or large? The night is endless. Dildos and vibrators, those will get used. Not until my breasts are sore and my holes are used, will I end the night, for this is how he would want it.

In my mind, my clamps grasp my nipples tightly, the chain swaying back and forth as I am on all fours. My ass filled with plug and my hand fucking my cunt with a faux cock. The passion takes over and I don’t hold back. I speak to him as if he is there. Begging him to fuck me harder. Begging him to smack my ass. I beg him to fill me with his seed. I am his bitch in heat. I am his whore for the night to use and abuse. My orgasms will bounce off the walls unashamedly.

When the night is over, I will remove my accoutrements, cleaning them gently and with great care and tuck them neatly away. I will come back to reality and make myself presentable once more. On my face, I wear the prettiest of smiles and on the exterior, I look as though all things are great. Look deeper within my eyes and you will see the desire turning to need. Let me find the strength to be patient just one more day and perhaps tomorrow my collar will be in his hands.

xo mina

fours

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dominance, finger fuck, submission

***Listen to this story being read here***

A piano bench, elaborately upholstered in the softest velour, in the center of the empty room. Lit by spot light from above, I am the show. Light captures the curves and dips of my back with each breath I take. On all fours, I catch your movements out of the corner of my eyes. I dare not look up. My vision focused on the burgundy fabric, occasionally looking at your finely shined boots as they pass by. Your step is as heavy as your hand on my hip.

Your fingertips trail up my spine causing an eruption of goosebumps along my skin. Your hand presses into my hip and I arch my back even more. I feel your palm slide down to my ass and I inhale softly. A loud smack bounces off the walls and I feel the heat welt up. Instantly, moisture begins to gather between my thighs.

“Spread.” Your voice deep and confident.

My knees spread apart to the edges of the bench.

“Down.”

I clasp my hands below me, folding my elbows into the fabric and laying my face over my hands. My back arches, pushing my face into the bench and my ass into the air. The air breaks into a whipping sound. The stings come sharp. I groan softly. Your persistence with the cane works my flesh. I hate the cane. You know this. It’s sharp and painful and I can barely take what you give me, but you know how much I love it. As much as I hate your cane, I can’t stand but love it. For every sting you give me, a collection of arousal gathers within my folds. The sting I crave as much as I hate.

The last blow comes hard and I nearly fall over, vocalizing my distaste, tears collecting in my eyes. You walk to the front of the bench, my eyes on your boots. I startle as the cane taps me on the chin, commanding my eyes to rise and meet yours. You simply smile, allowing the cane to fall to the floor, my eyes doing the same.

Your boots resonate as you walk behind me. Your hand trailing from my shoulder blades, down the curve of my back, over the roundness of my buttocks, until your fingers lay to rest on my heated welts. I whimper softly. Each touch ignites the fire beneath my flesh.

“I can smell you.”

Abruptly, your hand slaps my cunt, cupping it. You hold yourself there, letting me feel your palm against my cunt lips and your fingers laying over my clit as you gently rock. I purr. I can hear the wetness as you slowly move my lips back and forth inside your palm. I feel your middle finger slide along my slit, lingering, teasing the entrance of my sex. I inhale sharply, awaiting my desire to explode. Your finger slides within me, slick with my sex and I groan into you.

Slowly, your finger fucks me, gentle, soothing thrusts, before sliding your finger out and running it down my slit, circling my clit ever so briefly. I feel two fingers now, sliding back up, slick with my sex, slowly pushed into me and my muscles hesitate slightly, before allowing the new thickness to enter. My back arches and my buttocks presses into you. Your fingers work faster now, fucking me with purpose. The room echoes with the sounds of my lust and my moans of desire. Over and over I feel your fingers molest me in the most precious way. Your other hand gently resting on my hip, gripping me in place while you fuck my beautiful body. My body that is your instrument.

Leaning over my body, your fingers fucking me, your hand prying my buttocks apart, I am lost in you. I want more of you. I want all of you. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I want to feel my cunt open to your thickness as you enter me for the first time. Hunger. Desire. Pain. My thoughts go to one place and one place only.

I want you to sear my insides with your seed. I want to feel you explode inside me. Paint my walls with your DNA.

… and I come.

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xo pour Laurent

My desire

Tags

desire, dominance, submission

I spend my time weaving webs of smut to ensnare the unsuspecting or the deviant. I religiously click photos to entice the perverse. I even fan my feathers out from time to time, attracting wandering eyes.

Sometimes, in quiet moments.. someone will ask me, “Mina, what is it that YOU desire?”

I don’t desire a lover unmatched by any other. I have found my prince. He makes me feel loved, cherished, beautiful and secure. He is my best friend and my confidant. The companion I choose to have by my side as I walk this short path that we call life. He is my protector. He is my dream come true. He is the lover women dream of and men admirer.

No. What I desire runs down a different path. One dark and twisted. One not poisoned by love. One toxic in it’s own methods. An addiction like one I’ve never known.

I desire a Dominant.

I am his slut, his whore, his submissive, his pet, his servant, his masochist… but I am not his lover. I am all the things to feed into his dark side. No love notes. No flowers. No chocolates. No jewels.

My notes are written in ink, across my tummy in bold letters “whore“.

I get thorns, sharp as needles, to leave marks and stings I will never forget.

My treats come from him, from his fountain. May it be his piss, his semen, maybe at times, even his blood.

My treasures are his collar, my cuffs and his chains.

My body his treasure, my mind his prize. He takes over every free thought I have. The addiction. The itch that begs to be scratched, getting under my skin. Able to command me by written word. His voice wets my cunt. His eyes control my body. I want the mind fuck he possesses. Driving me to the brink of lustful craze. Bordering just on the edge of insanity. Leaving me a breath away from functioning.

Being in his presence, succumbs me to a puddle. I want nothing but to obey. I will take the strike of his hand, flogger, cane, etc. I will thank him for the blades he runs across my skin, the pins that clasp my nipples and crop that stings my backside. Intoxicated. I want nothing but to please him. He will fuck my mouth violently, cutting my air, choking me, gagging me to the brink and then give me back my life. And I will fucking adore him for it.

In return, I get to have him. I get to feel his hands on my skin, they may be violent at times, but in return I get to feel their softness. I get to look into his powerful eyes. I get to suckle his cock. I get to feel it fuck my body, the greatest treasure of them all.

He is my Sir, my Owner, my Dominant, my Daddy, my Sadist… he is my … fantasy.

He…is my desire.