Another Trip to the Falls

By my8x64u

In Yosemite, the air has an energy.

I feel the electric energy that moves and intermingles with our souls as we embrace, each of us trying to maximize the area of skin touching the other. Your full soft lips part slightly in anticipation as I move mine onto your mouth. The moment our lips come together an explosion of life energy surges through us as our souls reach out and become one. We both know what must happen next.

My lust for you has caused me to literally rip the tiny blouse off your body, exposing your perfect breasts, the nipples now rising in anticipation. I begin to tremble because I know what is to come. I reach and touch your breast, an electric wave causes us both to quiver. The softness of your breast cupped in my long hand is a pleasure most men only dream of. I feel the nipple become erect in my palm and your breast begins to become more firm. My other hand now explores your other breast and we both look deeply into each other’s eyes and realize there is a barely perceptible glow of orange surrounding us.

I bend over slightly enjoy the glory of your kiss and suddenly we are both overcome with a warmth reserved only for the gods. The warmth engulfs us and we can literally see the orange flashes within our closed eyes, as they begin to melt into yellow, then green and into the most amazing azure blue either has ever seen. All the while our tongues are dancing with each other and my hands are exploring your arms and then slip inside them and around your back and I pull you into me hard and embrace you trying to pull you inside of me. When your tummy touches mine there are lightning bolts mixed with the azure behind our closed eyelids.

I feel your energy reach within me and take me as my hands reach down and explore the perfect curve of your ass. No panties??? When did that happen? I lift you up and you wrap your legs around my waist pulling me even closer, if that were possible. I feel the warm wetness as your pussy slides down my stomach and onto my VERY erect cock. The smell of your nectar causes me to salivate and I drop to one knee, while holding your back and lower you to the ground. The breeze blows a mist from the falls to our left, just enough to feel even more perfect. You open your eyes and gaze up at the majesty of Bridalveil Falls as the water plunges over the top three hundred feet above us. The rush of the water hitting against the rocks all around us has almost faded completely yielding to the sound of blood pumping through our bodies.

The stars are just beginning to peek out of the burning blues and purples of the sky as the sun sets behind us. The mat of mossy grass is soft, damp and still warm from the daylight sun’s trek overhead. And I look again into your eyes and I see your pleasure as you anticipate my movement down towards your breasts. While holding one firmly in my right hand I take the left one into my mouth, pulling hard while flicking your nipple with my tongue. You taste like honeysuckle! I move my hand from your breast and slide it slowly down your stomach, stopping to play with your navel fingering it gently, you make a slight moan. My left hand is holding your right arm at the wrist and supporting my weight, letting you know that I am in control as you yield to my explorative desires. I then release my grip and put my weight upon you, moving your legs aside as I take my place between them, my cock toying with your pubis. My right hand continues its trek down below your navel, while I suck and nibble your left breast. I open my eyes a little and see that you are caressing your other breast and stroking your nipple when suddenly you let out a moan of sheer pleasure as your breasts begin to climax in a way that only they can.

This is the first time you’ve felt this sensation and causes you to cum down below as your pussy releases nectar and you writhe in the pleasure of your simultaneous orgasms. I can feel the energy invade my body like bolts of lightning and it shoots directly into that place at the base of my cock and causes me to ejaculate all over your pubis and tummy. I let out a sound of pleasure and surprise as my cock throbs and shoots my juice all the way up to your breasts. I cannot resist anymore I must taste your nectar.

While you are messaging my juices into your soft golden skin around your breasts I see your beautiful pussy literally throbbing, your clit begging to be sucked. I take your clit into my mouth and the nectar pours in and I am overcome with every sense I have. Your taste is ambrosia, your smell is honeysuckle, the feel of your skin electric and the sound of your pleasure hypnotic and my cock feels like a rock. You reach for my head and pull gently on my ears letting me know what you want.

As I take my place between your open legs, the head of my cock is throbbing and bobbing with pure anticipation. And I tap your clit with my rock hard dick, you moan. I rub the head of my cock on your clit, back and forth and sense her harden and becoming somewhat erect. And then she releases an orgasmic wave that causes you to spasm in ecstasy, and the sound you make is unlike any I have ever heard before. I position myself just right and my head slips into the tight hole of your vagina. The walls tickle the head enticing me to thrust, but I resist. I pull him out and then dip my head back in again, this time I feel the electric charge of your pure life force engulf me as your heels dig into my ass pulling me farther into you.

You feel so good I cannot describe the sensations as they cause waves of pleasure to make me shake. My legs tremble and the next thrust is hard and deep… all the way into you and I can feel the back of your vagina as it yields slightly against my cock’s head and you make that noise again, your pussy squeezing against the thickness of my shaft, I slide him out slowly all the way. I raise my stance a little higher on your body and then slowly insert my dick again, but this time my thrust is opposite and it slips behind your uterus into that little small pocket as I stretch the back wall of your vagina and literally push her against your anal walls. You make another noise and I lose control and begin to thrust in and out hard. The sensation of your pussy yielding to my manhood is overwhelming, as I become aware of your breasts hardening against my chest and your nails digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me into you harder with every thrust.

I can barely control my extremities but I manage to reach over behind your right knee and lift up. My dick now angled upwards into your pelvic arch my thrusts messaging your special spot. Suddenly your nectar is flowing out uncontrollably and you arch your back, your eyes roll upwards and I see a glow around your head as you go into orgasmic spasms. I continue to thrust making more orgasmic energy spill and I can see your entire head, your beautiful hair is lit up with a color I cannot describe, the sound you make is like a choir of angels and I lose control and begin to fill you with my love, the juice shooting so hard you can feel it and the noises I make cause you to orgasm even more.

We spasm together in the rythm of life, as our energies become one and our souls unite. We collapse in orgasmic bliss as our life forces mingle and I take a tiny piece of you and you take a piece of me. We will always be one with each other in our mind’s eye. We have willingly crossed the line into becoming love slaves for each other. Willing to do whatever it takes to find this plane of the universe again. And we DO, over and over and over again until the sunlight begins to peek at us through the trees. Where did the night go? Into an orgasmic plane of bliss and wonder.

This is the first time we’ve featured the work of XXXBlackBook member brianthehammer. This may be his first erotica post, but we’re certain it won’t be the last.

Pleasing You
By brianthehammer

As we are walking down the corridor, the only thoughts rolling through my head are ones of sorrow.  Knowing that you’re leaving in the morning only deepens the feeling.  After a wonderful, possibly perfect date, these are not the feelings I wanted to leave your presence with. Almost to your hotel room I realize we have not said a word since we entered the building. I look over hoping to see your face doused in the same emotions I am feeling, only to find something completely different. The look of a tiger before it takes down its prey was the look I found on your face. I was trying to find something to say as that thought processed. A millisecond before the words came out my mouth you pounced on me. You push me against the wall, grinding your body on mine, inviting me to drink from your sweet, voluptuous lips. My mind cleared of all thoughts, instincts and desires controlling my every move.

I slide my hands to the small of your back pulling you farther into me, rough enough so you felt it but light enough so you melted into me. Kissing you was the closest taste of heaven a man could get on earth. My body demanded more, much, much more. Through the labored breathing and kissing I somehow managed the next few words out. Asking you where your room key was. With one hand you shuffle through your purse, taking only a few seconds yet somehow feeling like an eternity you pull it out. Sliding it into the door, we both stumbled in.  After dropping your purse, it was like a race to see who could get their shirt off faster. After our shirts landed on the floor I pushed you on the bed. Mounting you gently I kiss you passionately, only stopping so I could investigate further down. Laying on you so you can feel how hard I am, I push your head side ways so I can kiss and nibble down your neck.

Kissing down your neck until I find your collar bone, I reach behind you and start undoing your bra. While that’s happening your bra strap is my path. I kiss down the strap till I start kissing up your breasts, my tongue flickering lightly across your skin while I’m kissing. I rub my face lightly between your breasts before starting up the other side. When I finally find your other collar bone I slide your bra off. Starting at the top I run my fingers lightly across your left breast, coming close but not touching the nipple yet, as my lips gently caress your other breast. Tongue flicking, lightly nibbling I make my way around your breast. Finally finding my treasure, I slide my tongue in circles around your nipple, pulling off only to blow cold air on them. As my lips part and I allow your nipple in my mouth, my tongue starts to swirl. While this is happening my other hand is on the same mission, just a different breast. Gently rubbing your nipple hearing you start to moan makes me want to jump the gun. Taking a deep breath, I continue on but I slowly start to grind on you. Moving my hand underneath your head, gently but firmly grabbing some hair I pull you closer to me, drinking in your wonderful kiss. Your kiss tells me I must go on for both of our sakes.

I kiss your left breast, then the right, finally finding my trail in the middle. Kissing down your stomach till I find your pants line. Undoing your button, I look into your eyes as I slowly unzip your pants sliding them down just a little bit. I find your hip bone on the left, caressing it, kissing it, biting it just a little. I follow the lace across your boy shorts to your right side, giving that hip the same treatment. Finally knowing I can not take much more, I stand up and slowly slide your jeans off. Grabbing your right leg, I start kissing from your calf down. Stopping only to nibble or allow my tongue to wonder before continuing on. Getting on my knees I spread your legs even farther. Kissing all the way down your thigh till I found your boy shorts again. I kiss up them to the top of your thigh, teasing you, till your hands found the back of my head. Leading my head where you want it. I look up and whisper, “Almost,” then dip my head back down. You’re so wet I can almost taste you from here. Breathing hot breathe on your moist mound. Finally you almost whimper to me, “I can’t take this any more,” and start to take off your boy shorts. Throwing them to the side and pulling my head in closer and you spread your legs more. To your dismay I don’t dive in. I run my tongue along your outer lips, teasing you yet again. Around and around till I find your inner lips. I let my tongue momentarily slide between them only to find a sweet taste lingering on my tongue. I stop my self though, heading north about an inch finding my goal. Your body starts to quiver oh so lightly as my tongue starts to flicker across your clit. Feeling your hand pull my hair in pleasure only excites me more. With a constant rhythm my tongue rotates between flickering across your clit and doing laps around it. Then I slowly slide two fingers inside you, feeling your back arch I know it was the right move. They slowly yet constantly slide in and out. Hearing your breathing get labored and slight moans I know you’re on your way to an orgasm. Speeding both up just a little but till I hear you moan, “That’s the spot, please don’t stop,” and I have no intention on stopping till you cum.

Then wildly you pull my hair and scream, “I’m about to cum.” Feeling your body quiver and start to move around I know it’s true. Then you start to scream, stopping only to almost hold your breath, then you let out a sigh and your body sinks back into the bed. Your sweetness fills my mouth as you relax. I wipe my mouth and stand up telling you, “Don’t relax yet, I have not even started.”  I slide down my pants and boxers with one swift move, feeling your gaze on my member. I lay down next to you nibbling your ear whispering, “Not yet baby.” I gently roll you over on your stomach, getting on top of you so your hips are between my knees. I push all your hair so one side, kissing the back of your neck as I start to massage your shoulders. I massage your shoulders and back, while I make a trail down your spine with my tongue. My tongue ends at your lower back, but my kissing and nibbling starts there. About half way up your back, you push me off and get on top of me. You reach down, running your hand up and down my member for a second, gently caressing it before guiding it inside you. With one hand you reach out and brace your self on my shoulder while I slowly enter you. Then stopping you about half way in, I start to rock back and forth, only allowing that half to slide in and out. You look hungrily into my eyes telling me no more teasing. I just smile and keep going. Finally after maybe a minute of that I pull you close to me and slam all the way in. Gasping for breath, your body seems to caress mine as the shock wears off.

Looking into my eyes you start to slide up and down with a slight back and forth motion as well. My hands use your hips as handles, pushing you farther down every time you go down. After a few minutes you start to slow down. Taking this as my queue, I roll over getting on top of you. Pushing your head to the side with mine, I start to bite your shoulders as I’m sliding in and out of you. Getting more into the moment I reach up to the base of your neck, my hand sliding up just a little more to find a hand full of hair, not yanking it but lightly pulling it as I slide in out. Feeling your legs wrap around me, you pull me closer so you can kiss me. Keeping your eyes open, you rest your lips on mine. Just feeling each other breathe. Keeping my eyes open I press my lips harder against yours, kissing you trying to convey all the passion I feel through my eyes and kiss. You push me off gasping for breath, lips quivering with uncertainty. I ask, “What’s a matter” and you whisper, “That might have been the best kiss I have ever had.” Not missing a heart beat as you pull me in closer for an even longer bout of kissing. Towards the end I start to slide in and out slowly, somehow matching the rhythm of our kissing. You push me up and grab me at the same time. Moaning, “That’s the spot please don’t stop!” Of course I don’t, only moaning out as well “If I don’t stop I’m going to cum too.” You just wrap your legs around me portraying your message of don’t stop very well. With one final thrust I see your body relax, your toes uncurl, your breathing slow down, and you close you eyes. I collapse on you because my body felt so spent. I roll off of you, laying my head on a pillow. Pulling you closer to me felt so right. You laid your head on my chest humming a song I did not know, falling asleep to me playing with your hair. Me falling asleep listening to your breathing, as it always should be.

No Reservations
By annieo

[part one: the seduction]
You are waiting for a table at a crowded restaurant, even though you made a reservation, they overbooked and you’re none too pleased about the situation… and your date is even less impressed, fidgeting and glaring every time another party is called for their table. I see you from across the lounge as I sit at the bar with my man, sipping on a cocktail and enjoying fun conversation with the people next to us. I nudge him, nodding towards you and tell him that I want to see if I can change your mood. He smiles, knowing that if you take the bait your present irritation will soon be forgotten. I slip off the bar stool and stand in the aisle directly in range of your sight and stretch my arm back sensually rubbing my neck and letting my fingers run through the back of my hair. When I know I have caught your attention I lean over to my handsome man, bending my voluptuous backside towards you while I give him a soft kiss and whisper into his ear that I’ll see him a bit later.

As I make my way through the busy lounge, a group of business men standing near you and your lady are in animated storytelling mode. One of them steps back and bumps into me right as I’m walking behind them, knocking my purse from under my arm and it falls open on the ground. Amazingly enough, the only thing that manages to escape is my lipstick, which conveniently rolls right at your feet. I bend over to pick up my purse, exposing my porcelain-skinned décolletage to your appreciative eyes and you reach down to retrieve my lipstick and gentlemanly stand up to hand it back to me.

“Thank you so much,” I tell you, as I open the tube and smear a bit of the dark pink color onto my lips. I then breathe softly, “This is my favorite shade, I bet it would look nice on that big dick of yours.” Your companion can’t hear my words over all the noisy conversation around us, but her stare is piercing and cold… and doesn’t phase me one bit. You have sat back down next to her, and I give a friendly smile to the pair of you and say, “It’s so crowded and stuffy in here, I just need to get outside for some fresh air. I hope your table is ready soon.” Then looking you straight in the eye, I add, “Thanks again for finding my lipstick,” and turning toward the door, I lick my lips teasingly and close them in a soft puckered air kiss. You are genuinely aroused, that big thick cock swelling tightly in your pants. You’re at a loss for how to handle this circumstance with grace and chivalry. Although the woman you’re with is not a serious affair, you’re not the kind of guy to leave a lady in the dust to chase after another filly, no matter how badly the evening is going.

You tell your date that you’re going to go talk to the maître’d and see how quickly he plans to resolve this matter of contrived reservations. She’s already inconsolably put off at this point, orders another glass of Chardonnay and rolls her eyes as if to say, “Whatever. I know you’re going to check out that flirty bitch…just go!” As you walk from the lounge into the central foyer, you see me walking out from the ladies’ room. I’m not your usual type and you are intrigued by your strong attraction to me. I’m a large woman, not a tight, sexy little vixen that you’re normally drawn to, but I have a distinctively unique style and am undeniably attractive. From my pretty face to my soft sensuous curves, there is an air of sexual confidence about me that knocks you over and leaves you wanting more – and more that I’ve got. I come over next to you and lean into your ear to tell you that I’ll be waiting in the little park across from the restaurant if you’d like to join me under the moonlight for awhile. I lick your neck softly with the tip my tongue and give your earlobe a playful nibble before I walk away, my ample hips swaying seductively beneath the flowing silk of my dress. You watch longingly as I disappear into the night and go over to the maître’d and ask if he would call a cab for the lady sitting at the table alone just inside the door of the bar, and you leave to follow the pheromone trail I’ve left for you.

[part two: the satisfaction]
As you cross the street and follow the walkway into a small park on the square, you are amazed at how brightly lit this garden oasis is for this time of night. You see me right away standing next to the fountain, holding my hands under a cascading stream of water, letting soft giggles of sensual pleasure escape my lips. Walking up behind me, you press your body firmly into my backside and cover my eyes with your hands, whispering into my ear “Guess who?” I turn around toward you, my water soaked hands grabbing the shoulders of your well tailored suit and looking you straight in the eye and reply, “A man whose evening is suddenly starting to improve!”

I give you a sly wink and toss my head back with a laugh, then envelop you into a tight embrace, blowing softly into your ear and flicking it with the very tip of my tongue. You pull me so close I can feel your rock hard cock pressing up into my belly and I suddenly realize how big, how long that dick really is. My eyes light up and we kiss each other with raw, passionate force, our mouths and tongues sliding all over with no concern of propriety. I take your hand and lead you over to a shadowy corner off the central path through the park. You comment on how brightly lit everything seems and I nod up toward the sky towards the full moon overhead. You laugh and let out a low howl saying, “No wonder I’m like a hungry wolf tonight. I was waiting around all that time for the wrong kind of dinner!” I smile and lower the top of my dress to reveal my breasts, barely hidden beneath a sheer pink bra. You back me against a sturdy oak tree and bury your face in my cleavage, reaching behind to find the clasp then just pulling at the flimsy garment, tearing it easily away from my body. You take both breasts in your hands and squeeze them firmly while running your tongue back and forth between my nipples, sucking, kissing, licking and taking as much of them into your mouth as you can. My soft moans start to increase in volume the more fervently you fondle my tits and I suddenly remember we’re in a public place, though there aren’t many people around and those who are appear to be there for the romantic atmosphere of the evening.

I suggest that we move to the stone bench which is partially hidden by a low hedge and still in the shadow of the oak tree. I unzip your trousers and let them slide off your hips. Your briefs are stretched tightly by your enormous hard on, and soon join your pants down around your ankles. I lean you back flat on the bench so your cock is standing up straight and I grip you firmly with one hand at the base while my mouth greets your head with a soft open mouth kiss. Moving my tongue all around the rim and popping that head in and out with my lips, I start to go down on you slowly, stroking the lower length of that long cock so lightly it gives you goose bumps all over your body. I’ve sucked some big dicks before, but yours is by far the biggest challenge I’ve encountered… and I don’t hesitate to give it everything I’ve got.

I slowly take you in as deep as I can manage, your head soon colliding with the back of my throat with more left to go. I close my mouth tightly on all that I’ve taken so far and begin to suck on you hard, letting my tongue dance around inside. I move up slowly to the tip again and then slide down firmly with purpose, back and forth until each down stroke takes you deeper into my throat. The grip I kept on the base of your dick is now just my forefinger and thumb grasping and pressing down tight. My other hand is rubbing your balls between soft tickles and gentle squeezes and I continue to pump that huge cock up and down into my mouth. You are out of your mind crazy with how good this feels, your ass pressed into the cool stone bench, with the full moonlight illuminating the entire park around us and my soft, velvet lips wrapped hard around your big dick, blasting it in and out like a jack hammer, then easing up to suck you more slowly, blowing my warm breath on you as I slip my mouth and my tongue all around every which way, however I move always keeping myself moving all over your hard, throbbing pole.

You tell me that you want to feel the inside of my pussy before you cum, and though I was getting off on going down on you, I have to admit I want to feel the size of you fill my cunt. So I sit on one end of the bench and raise up my silk dress to expose my wet pussy, ready to be fucked by your big cock. You stand between my legs, leaning into me as your dick slides on in the soft folds of my hot pussy cushioning your entry and we both let out a gasp at the sensation it brings. You’ve managed to go deep but I still want to take you all, so I wrap my legs around your hips and we hold each other tightly as we rock slowly together on the edge of the bench. Soon I have your entire length inside of me and I swear you are so long and hard that I can almost feel the head of your cock at the back of my throat from the other direction! I start to squeeze you tightly with my interior muscles and you fuck me harder and faster with every stroke. We ease back a bit into a nice rhythm, to prolong the pleasure we’re both experiencing. I arch my body back a bit so that you can suck on my tits some more while we screw. I reach down and start stroking my clit while your cock keeps pounding into my cunt. My clit is already swollen and stimulated by all the friction going on down there and it’s not long before I’m convulsing into orgasm – I grab your face and look you in the eyes and tell you “Baby, hold on to yourself and just enjoy the way this feels – I have other plans to make you cum for me.” The orgasmic sensations started by my clit quickly moves deep into my pussy, the inner walls contracting wildly and I bury my screams of ecstasy into your shoulder, to keep from drawing too much attention to what’s going on over here in the shadows.

Your cock is throbbing hard and furious from the grip my pussy has on you, so I ask you to withdraw from me and as you do, still standing before me at the end of the bench, I move up to greet your dick once more with my mouth. It’s slippery wet with my juices and that lubrication creates a marvellous sensation for both of us as my lips wrap around you and slide back and forth along your cock, taking you (nearly) all in and out. My arms wrapped around your lower torso squeezing your ass and pulling you into me, fucking my mouth and throat deeply. You suddenly start to shake and shudder and tell me “Baby, I’ve got to let it go, are you ready for me now?” and I answer by picking up the pace with my strokes and adding as much suction and tongue action as I can muster. Then you lean your head back, looking up towards the full moon and cry out with a howl, “aaawoooooooooo, oh babe you are driving this wolf wild, here I cum!!!” Your body jerks and quivers as I keep stroking and pulling you in with my mouth – your creamy load shooting straight down my throat as I swallow and suck, drinking down every drop of your salty sweetness. As you regain your senses, I softly move my tongue all along the length of your satisfied cock, kissing it lightly and then releasing you from my mouth I stand up, pressing against your body in a warm embrace, kissing your neck and finally your mouth tenderly in silent thanks for this wonderful moonlit evening in the park.

We tuck ourselves back into our clothing and step out of the shadows walking hand in hand towards the main path. I smile as I see my man over at the fountain, shoes off and pant legs rolled up, splashing and dancing around in the water. As we approach closer to him, I kick off my shoes ask if you would like to join us for a dance or two? You politely decline the offer but nod towards my fellow and tell him what a fabulous lady he has. He gives you a knowing wink and reaches his hand out to shake yours and thanks you for taking good care of me tonight. I give you a big kiss on the cheek before jumping into the fountain with a splash, quickly soaking the thin silk of my dress so it clings all over my body, and you laugh and turn down the path towards the street, searching for your valet ticket in your suit pocket, looking back over your shoulder to see us dancing a wet, crazy tango in the middle of the fountain under the moon light.

At Last
By afroerotik

My entire relationship with Charles, what little there was of it, consisted of countless opportunities for emotional growth and never-ending nights of frustration.  We hadn’t been dating long, only a few months, but our liaison was defined by what seemed to be an endless supply of patience on Charles’ part and innumerable occasions for me to redefine myself anew.  Unfortunately, I am plagued with a biological preponderance for self-doubt which he was challenging me to face head on.  My mother hadn’t bonded with me during her pregnancy thus I was left challenged to form healthy, loving relationships as an adult.  My brain had been wired differently in the womb than most people’s, my subconscious mind operated under the assumption that I was inherently unlovable and intrinsically without value despite how much work I’d done on myself, no matter how many rituals I’d performed, regardless of how many pages I’d written in my journal or affirmations I’d recited in the mirror, even in spite of how wonderful I believed myself to be in my heart.  I’d taken tremendous strides toward healing and I had shown marked improvement and I was more than willing to exert the effort needed for me to tackle the internal demons that had been preventing me from attracting someone who was capable of loving me unconditionally.

Apparently, I was doing something right, because I had attracted this amazing, enlightened man of my dreams into my life.  So while I didn’t entirely feel worthy of his love, I knew in my heart and in my soul that I was divinely worthy of a love that was greater than my mind could imagine and Charles was intent on proving to me that he wanted to give me every bit of his love.  From the moment we met, from the moment I laid eyes on him, I was drawn to his energy, his aura, and his incredible beauty.  Initially, in his presence, I felt like he was going to reject me at any moment; I felt like he would prefer someone with a name like Ausar Nut Ma’at Imhotep, who wore locs and constantly smelled of patchouli oil, and who carried around incense and shea butter in the red, black, and green backpack that she had crocheted by hand.  I just knew in my heart that he could never really love a woman who wrote about sex and sexuality and whose opinions on race and gender were so outside the norm, who loved wearing high heels occasionally, and who showed signs of insecurity and doubt openly.   Luckily, I was wrong.  He saw me as infinitely talented, grounded, inspired, and beautiful and he felt the pull of my African centered consciousness and saw my ability to free the descendents of slaves from our mental and psychological bondage with my words.

We vibrated on the same level in so many ways.  While not identical in our every thought, we shared similar master numerological energies, spiritual outlooks, and interests.  There was something very holistic and organic about what we shared and he was more than willing to nurture and heal my soul and that meant more to me than anything else.  Our masculine and feminine energies complimented one another and we just seemed to fit like hand in glove.

For weeks, we grew together.  Our days were filled toiling in the earth, growing vegetables, expanding our consciousness academically and culturally.  We were always preparing food together as we were both dedicated to a living and raw diet and we even fasted together as well.  He pushed me to trust him, to trust that he loved me, to see myself as the special and unique being he saw me as.  I met each challenge he gave me head on, never afraid to push myself.  Much of our time was spent in meditation or doing ritual.  Sometimes we sat in silence, other times would laugh, talk, and listen to music until the early hours of the morning.  I loved that he never made me feel like a victim or try to pity me because I was going blind.  Charles would use his inspired words to paint pictures so I could see through his eyes and he helped me work out how to get around my apartment with my eyes closed for when the day would come when I had no sight at all.  In every way imaginable, he was there for me like no other man had ever been there before and I found myself in falling in love with him in ways that were more profound than I had ever thought possible.

At times, our evenings were simmering, smoldering, and steamy, building a raging inferno of sexual tension between us.  He seemed to know how to get me to the edge of explosion without any direct stimulation of my special places.  He could whisper in my ear, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me, describing his fantasies about me in poetic, glorious detail and I would melt.  He had the ability to lay his body on mine, I could feel his erection, engorged and rock hard grinding against me, and I could detect his unbridled passion, his intense desire to be inside me.  His energy was strong and I would arch my back and wrap my legs around him as we kissed, hoping against hope that he would cross the threshold into my sacred space without my verbal consent.  My hardened nipples would ache for his mouth to devour them and my swollen, wet pussy throbbed with anticipation and delicious expectation of his penetration.  I’ll be the first to admit that when things would get hot and I was on the brink of erotic surrender, I would sometimes freeze up and ask him to stop.  It had nothing to do with him.  I was letting old tapes play in my head about being used, about men in my past who didn’t mind sexing me up but didn’t want a relationship with me.  Charles wanted our lovemaking to be unfettered by fear or negativity; I didn’t want to have any emotional blocks between us.  And we both wanted us to join in a union of transcendent, unparalleled ecstasy so we waited until the time was right.

Other times, the subject of sexuality never entered our evening experience.  Sometimes, I could sense that I shouldn’t initiate anything romantic or sexual between us because he was at his very limit for frustration.  I would hug him and he would give me a look letting me know that I needed to back off.  On those nights, after we would part, I would lie in bed alone, pleasuring myself, wanting to call him to me and invite him to be my lover.  When I showered, my fingers would find the slippery folds of my pussy and rub my clit and I would imagine him thrusting deeply inside me, completing me.  I imagined him, at home alone, white cotton sheets covering his nude body, his erection tenting the covers, a sheen of perspiration covering his lean frame as he lay tortured, frustrated and aroused, thinking of me.

Our dance of frustration came to a screeching halt one night without much fanfare or preparation.  We were fixing dinner one night and I was standing at the sink washing up a few dishes as he was moving around the kitchen doing his thing.  I felt him slide up behind me, placing his arms on the counter beside me, his lips brushing the nape of my neck.  He used his body to push me against the counter and I could feel the evidence of his erection against my backside.  Instinctively, I pushed back, grinding the soft, full curves of my ass against him, leaning my body back and luxuriating in his hands caressing my waist and his nibbles to my earlobe.  I could feel my temperature rising and my body was responding to his every touch.

As if by conditioning, when I could tell things were reaching their critical boiling point, I said, “Come on baby, stop. Let’s not get too carried away.”  That did nothing to deter him however and he became even more assertive, sliding his hands over my breasts and making me elicit the most intense moans of pleasure.  “Mmmm, king, that feels amazing.”  I forgot all about my request to have him stop momentarily and I met his every thrust with equal passion.  As the temperature began to rise, I renewed my objections, thinking he would be at his threshold and he would be packing up his stuff and heading for the door any minute.

Turning me around, facing him, using his body to press my body against the counter, Charles took my face in his hands.  “Queen, I’m not going anywhere.  I love you; you are in love with me.”  I stood frozen.  I heard the words fall softly from his lips like lyrics to a song.  I diverted my eyes to the floor and he tilted my chin up, his eyes meeting mine.  He said it again and this time I held his gaze intently.  “I am in love with you and you . . .”

“And I am in love with you,” I cut him off.  I swallowed hard, half expecting the floor to open up and swallow me whole but deep in my heart knowing that, at last, I had found the love that I had been searching for all my life, for many lifetimes.  “I . . . ,” the words momentarily got caught in my throat and found the strength to go on and speak my truth, fixing my gaze on his beautiful brown eyes for comfort, “I . . . need you.  I want you to stay tonight.  Join with me.  Be my lover tonight.  Enter me, taste me, and feel my . . .”

This time, he cut me off with a kiss.  He placed his mouth gently against mine and tasted my lips.  It wasn’t just a kiss; it was much more.  It was his declaration of love.  I breathed in his air and we became united in that instant.  I kissed him, his tongue softly and gently conforming to mine in a soulful dance.  My heart raced as I felt his lean body press more deeply into mine, feeling his engorged manhood against my mound.  My breasts pressed against his chest and I started to unbutton his shirt, tracing my lips down his slightly salty neck, eliciting gentle moans from him.

Something about him, about what we shared comforted me and I released all my inhibitions and allowed myself to be sensual, erotic, passionate, and primal without reservation.  He met me where I was and matched my passions equally.  Our kisses become more fevered; his hands under my sarong and slid up the soft, inner flesh of my thighs, finding the moist juncture between my legs.  I took his hand and held it firmly in my own.  “Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered.

He led the way; I followed with complete trust.  Inside my sanctuary, the lights off, he made his way around the room, lighting candles as I put on some music.  We met in the middle of the room and embraced again.  This was our night to join together in a holy, transcendent union.  This was the quintessential union of man and woman, of masculine and feminine energies, of yin and yang.  This was the universe revealing itself, creationism and evolution coming together in the ultimate expression.

He laid me on the bed and untied my sarong; he unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my body.  Pulling his locs up and securing them atop his head, he began to make a feast of my body.  Slowly, methodically, he used his mouth to lick, suck, taste, and kiss every inch of my body.  His lips gently explored the inside of my elbow and his tongue made sensual love to my belly button.  As ticklish as I am, I couldn’t stop squirming and giggling.  It made me more at ease; I was able to laugh and enjoy every delicious second of his seduction.   Charles’ hands explored my curves and with each passing caress, with each tender stroke, I became more and more aroused.  I responded to each touch with a moan, a guttural groan, and a heavy sigh.  My skin tingled under the manipulations of his fingertips.

Just when I thought I was at the very limit of my arousal, when I thought I could take not one more millisecond of stimulation, Charles decided he was going to up the stakes.  Standing, he removed his clothing and stood beautifully naked and erect before me.  Without using words, he used his eyes alone to instruct me to spread my legs.  I arched my back and did as I was “told” sliding my hands down my body, teasing him seductively.  The candlelight bathed his silhouette beautifully, creating shadows and light on his golden skin.  I was beyond aroused; each and every one of my senses was stimulated and heightened.  My mouth watered staring at him; I wanted to explore his body with my mouth the way he had done with mine but Charles had other plans.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this moment from the day we met.  I need to feel you explode in my mouth.  I want to give you pleasure untold and drink freely from your center.”  I slid my finger between my engorged lips, brought my finger to my lips and seductively sucked it, tasting my slippery, sweet juices.  He took his time, positioning himself so that he was comfortable between my legs.  He wasn’t one to be rushed.  At first, he just stared at me, taking in every detail of my sacred sex.  He spread my lips and studied my clit and lips like a painter studies his subject.  He inhaled deeply my fragrance, intoxicated by my personal aroma.  Then, only after he had taken in every detail, memorized my every contour to memory, he closed his eyes and softly, gently, lowered his mouth to my flesh.  I let out a sound that was otherworldly.  Bliss consumed every pore in my body.  He tasted, licked, sucked, and kissed me, building my passion, raising my energy up my chakras.  I wrapped my legs around his head and grabbed a handful of locs.  I was nearing the point of no return.  My muscles tightened and my orgasm was eminent.  Charles was a man on a mission.  He used his fingers to penetrate my holes and his mouth to gently, rhythmically suck my clit.  Unable to hold off any longer, I released my cum into his mouth.  I shook and trembled with ecstasy but that was not he signal to stop.  He wanted my orgasm to unfold against itself, to replicate like a strand of DNA.

Trembling and shaking, I felt intoxicated with pleasure.  I was beyond wet; I had soaked the sheets with my juices.  Taking his true place between my legs, he positioned himself to penetrate me for the very first time.  I wanted to speak words in the moment but none came.  Our communication was cellular.  I felt him enter me and he took my breath away.  I met each thrust and he maintained eye contact with me intensely.  I could see concentration on his face but I could tell that he was experiencing intense pleasure as well.  He stroked deep and hard, my juices coating him, our bodies sweating, moving in time.  We made love, he made loved to me more intensely, more passionately than I’d ever experienced before in my life.

When he was on the verge of erupting, he flipped me over, he entered me from behind, filling the room with the sounds of our bodies colliding as he made love to me like a man on a mission.  My orgasms outnumbered his at this point by about five or six to none and he wasn’t even close to finishing.  I grabbed the sheets and met his every thrust.  I think I might have passed out from pleasure, or at the very least, I was delirious with satisfaction.   Four positions later, I was no longer able to keep track of my orgasms.  Finally, he laid his body on mine and, almost imperceptibly, I felt his penis throbbing and pulsating within the warm, wet, velvety walls of my vagina.  Our eyes held each other’s gaze, we kissed; we were connected body, mind, and soul.  In that moment, I felt his body tense and he arched his back and buried himself deeply inside me.   I joined with him, releasing my energy into him as I exploded in what was more than sexual ecstasy, it was spiritual bliss.  We had made it to a new place in our relationship, and at last, I had released all the pain and negativity that had kept me from experiencing true and abiding love.



Evening Ride
by scorpiogirl00

There was a tension between them. They were friends, yet they’d never met. They exchanged sensual, if not downright graphic emails, which evolved to daily texts, which then turned into weekly chats via phone. The conversations heated up with each phone call and soon they were full on phone sex sessions, with one or both of them cumming over the phone after several juicy minutes of dirty talk.

After about a year, they decided to finally meet. As it turned out, he was about to solidify a long term relationship and get married within several weeks time. They’d never touched, kissed or even exchanged face to face glances. It was all a mystery.

Finally, the day came to meet – they both decided after much fanfare the best approach would be to meet over a simple glass of wine and conversation. She had many things on her mind concerning her work and personal life, so it did not matter to her that no sex would be involved. He, while curious and always horny, made a pact with himself to behave. He dared not take things any further than this casual meeting to satisfy his curiosity.

It was a rainy evening. The kind of night when the wind literally knocks you over and the rain comes in from all directions. She lived near the river and they’d decided to meet at a local wine bar nearby. As the rain came pelting down, she didn’t feel like venturing out. She sent him a text message “why don’t you just come to mine and we can talk here?” After several minutes, he replies back “yes” – she figured his coming her apartment was no big deal, in fact, his coming to her flat for some reason seemed to ease the awkwardness of meeting in a public place. She didn’t like feeling like she was on a first date and much preferred this no-frills approach.

As the time drew nearer, he began to send her a few suggestive texts. They both became horny, although neither of them knew it about the other. Soon she was nearly at her peak. Her Ms.Hyde, as she jokingly named her horny alter-ego, was out in full force. In fact, even though she knew this meeting would not be a sexual one, she was tempted to push a few boundaries to see what might happen.

She had rushed outside for a moment to take away some of the trash that had collected in the kitchen. As she dropped the bag in front of her house, she saw him parking his car on the street. As she stared at the Jeep, she began to think of all the stories and fantasies they’d shared around that car. There she was, on the street, windblown, cold, dishevelled. Not quite adequate, but oh, so fired up by the sight of that vehicle.

She walked over to his jeep as the wind nearly knocked her down. “Hi there,” she says, surprising him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He seemed taken a bit aback to find her there outside. He was nervously adjusting himself. It looked like he was zipping up his trousers. “Oh, hey… What are you doing outside?”

“Just took out the trash – you’re a bit early, aren’t you?

“Yes, I had some time on my hands, so thought I’d use it to find a parking space. It’s difficult to find parking here sometimes.”

They stared at each other for a moment and the nervousness fell away. It felt relaxed, fun and natural. He walks around to the passenger side and said, “Hey, why don’t you jump in and we can take a drive?”

With that, she crawls into the front seat, no coat, no purse, nothing. Just her house keys in her pocket.

They drive for a moment in silence, they he speaks up. “Would you like to check out the Barna Woods – you know, because we’ve joked about it?” Something in her stirs. She is not expecting anything sexual, yet the chemistry between them is undeniable. She decided to let go of any inhibitions and just go with the feeling.

“Of course,” she purred.

They drive for a few more minutes. More silence. Just the sound of the rain lashing against the windshield.

“Do you want to know what I thought about when I drove here to meet you?” he asks. “I thought about one last time – I thought about my time with the girl in Belfast and how much fun it was to just let loose with someone for a truly carnal fuck session….and, I could not get that feeling out of my mind. I had a hard on coming here, which is why you saw me adjust myself just now. You might not be able to see it, but my cock is still rock hard.”

She turns her body so that she is practically facing him and asked, “Will you masturbate for me while driving, then?” I’d love to see you stroke your cock while talking to me.

Without words, he pulls out an engorged dick. Truly swollen, rock hard, sticking straight out like a flag pole, dripping in pre-cum.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “that’s one fucking hard cock.” Mind if I touch it?”

“Please, I wish you would!” he stammered

With that, she leans over and puts her hand on his throbbing pole. It feels amazing and soon she is gently stroking and caressing it, massaging it, hard then soft…giving him a hand job as they drive to the infamous Barna Woods. All she can think about is sucking him off right then and there. All he can think about is sliding his cock into her pussy and fucking her senseless. Bending her over submissively and fucking her good and hard, like he knows she wants it.

Neither of them share such carnal, lusty thoughts out loud until she bends down to put her mouth on him. “Oh God, yes…suck my cock. Get me as hard as you can so I can fuck you good and hard.”

MMMMM….she begins to lap up his juices greedily. Her moist, delicate mouth all over his throbbing dick feels so good. She’s soft, then firm, greedily takes him whole in her mouth, practically gagging herself. The sound of it makes him want to explode into her mouth right then and there.

But not yet.

He soon can’t focus on his driving, so he pulls over in a remote secondary road, and pulls the car to the side of a field. She’s not paying any attention to his driving, but continues to suck on his cock. She stops sucking momentarily to swipe her finger over the mushroom head to collect some of the pre-cum that continues to ooze out of him. With three fingers drenched in his cum, she pulls her panties to one side and inserts the cum soaked fingers into her pussy. She gently fucks herself and plays with her clit. The slushy sound of her pussy is driving him wild and he can’t wait to fuck her.

“Get out of the car,” he orders. “I want to fuck you on the car bonnet”

She steps outside into the rain, which has now become a faint drizzle and props herself against the bonnet. She stares at him while simultaneously lifting her skirt to her waist and sliding her panties to one side.

His trousers are unzipped and his cock hangs out like a snake. A lovely, delicious snake.

“Now, spread your legs for me. Wide”

She obeys.

Her legs are parted and he catches a glimpse in the darkness of her wet mound. Her clit is swollen in anticipation. Instead of fucking her right then, he decides to tease her a bit by sliding his tongue up and down her inner thigh and fingering her pussy then darting his tongue in and out of her cunt. He begins to suck on her clit, while furiously fingering her. First two, then three, then four fingers fucking her tight, swollen pussy. His pants have now dropped around his waist and he teases her with his monstrous cock, which is now bobbing up and down in anticipation.

They are both frenzied. She submissively straddled on the hood of his car, in the drizzling evening rain in the middle of god knows where. If someone were to drive by now, they would surely get a sight!

She moans and squirms on the bonnet. He reaches up and rips off her top, then her bra, exposing her beautifully ample breasts. He admires her nipples which have become erect from the stimulation as well as the cold.

He grabs hold of his cock and commands her to slide forward. “Slide yourself onto my cock, so I can fuck you properly,” he orders. She inches her body forward, her ass sticking a bit to the car bonnet.

With one quick motion, he slides his cock deep inside her and begins to fuck her hard. Not just a nice build up, he is going at her hard. He’s got lots of pent up energy and he’s horny as hell. God, her pussy feels amazing as it wraps itself around his cock. They both look down to watch his dick furiously sliding in and out of her cunt. Suddenly he grabs her and tells her to come down off the bonnet and bend over submissively. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard from behind, since I know you want it good and hard.”

Again, she obeys.

With her skirt hiked up to her waist, her stockings and panties down around her ankles he bends her over and slides his dick deep into her pussy. He fucks her furiously, grabbing her tits and twisting her nipples, taking her hair and pulling it gently as he pounds her hard. This goes on for a few more minutes until his balls begin to swell and he knows he’s going to cum.

“Oh shit. I’m going to cum any second. Get back onto the bonnet, you dirty little slut,” he barks at her.

Legs spread wide, submissively sprawled onto his bonnet, shirt ripped open, nipples hard, hair tousled, she is quite a sight. He slides back into her.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum now. I’m going to leave you with a little cream pie to remember me by –  how would you like that?”

“Oh god, yes,” she moans.

With two final thrusts, fucking her hard against his bonnet there on the side of the road, in the pouring rain, he shoots a never ending load of sticky white cum deep into her pussy. As he empties inside her, she squeals in delight and suddenly explodes into orgasm all over his cock. He pussy is strangling every last ounce of juice in him, contracting and spasming back and forth as she orgasms. Her juices are gushing out. He continues to drain every ounce of cum into her pussy until he is empty. He pulls out his softening cock and with one swift motion, cum oozes onto his car hood.

They both look down in amazement, watching so many juices dribble down the car bonnet.

After several moments of silence, revelling in their mutual orgasm, he finally speaks, “I’d better take you home now – starting tomorrow, I am going to be a good boy!”

“Guess that was worth the wait, huh?” He smiles.

What Have I Begun Part IV
By Moonmagiclady

Opening the door, I glance at the clock, astounded only ten minutes have passed, but somehow my entire life has changed.  I am greatly relieved none of my coworkers are here yet as I need time to recover and process what has happened to my calm and placid life.  I return to my desk and pick up the next envelope wondering what is in store for me now.  As I sit at the desk and read it, squirming happily against the chair, the sensations of the anal plug deep within me and the pressure against my well beaten ass help me imagine that my master is tormenting me even as he has gone elsewhere…

My puss is still swollen and aroused, not to mention dripping, from the way I have been completely mastered and taught my place in this interaction.  I would be a slave without reserve, and obedience was to be my only option if I want to play this game.  I’ve fantasized this repeatedly, but a part of me wonders if I will be able to handle it now that fantasy is sliding tendrils of opportunity into reality.  Flashes of arousal singing through my nerves distracting me as I try to gather my thoughts enough to read the instructions I have been given by my Master.

“Well Whore,

Now that you have been punished for disobedience, let’s see if you can show me that you are capable of obeying even a few simple commands.

I know the slut that you are is enjoying that toy shoved up in your ass, but I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to leave it all day.  (I gave a small sigh of relief here, I was already uncomfortable and tender, and as the endorphins drained away, becoming more so.)  Leave the plug filling your slut ass for another hour (An hour? groan), then go to the bathroom and remove it.  While you sit there with your ass stretched open for this hour, complete your daily paperwork and concentrate on how lucky of a slave you are to have a master who is going to give you all your shadow drizzled fantasies… and more.

While you weave fantasies from the depths of your hungry slave needs repeat the same mantra as what you were given before: Inhale, “I surrender everything.” Exhale. “I am his.” I’m sure you can do that AND focus on your paperwork at the same time.  Get used to multitasking quick slave because the things I am going to command you to think and do are going to reveal you for what a slut you truly are on the inside.  It should be interesting to watch you struggle to maintain that professional respectable exterior while following my commands.

Oh, and by the way, slaves are only allowed pleasure at their owner’s whim, not their own.  That being said, you are not allowed to touch yourself… at all… ever.  Unless I command you to do so of course, which will only happen for my own amusement.  Go do your work slut.”

That was it.  Not a typical “love letter” that was for sure.  I place the letter in my bag and follow the instructions as given, imagining my master’s cock violating me over and over again as the plug sits firm in my ass.  Every time I shift my weight on the chair spikes of tender trickling pain run over my ass where I have been taught obedience with his belt and the plug continues to insistently push up in me.  Whimpering soundlessly I struggle to focus.  Finally, I close my eyes, take a deep breath to savor all the sensations haunting my body then with the exhale turn to my mantra.

I breathe in and surrender everything, breathe out and admit to myself I am his. I focus on the words and their meanings.  I think of having a partner I can truly surrender everything to, my wants, my fantasies, my needs, my bones and blood deep desire to serve and obey… could it really happen?  I focus on the idea of belonging completely to another to use as he wishes for his whims… could it really happen? I’ve craved and hungered for this so long, it seems impossible it could be happening.  All carried on in the background of my mind focusing on my daily paperwork.

It seems an eternity, but finally an hour passes and I hurry to the bathroom to remove the toy mercilessly tormenting my ass.  I’m almost cramping by the time I am allowed to remove my toy… almost, but not quite.  Somehow, without even knowing me intimately, my master has timed things absolutely perfect for my body.  I wonder again who it is that is giving me these commands, who is it that owns me?

“What a slut I am! ” I think to myself.  I have such a need, such a hunger to be used and owned that I’ll let an unknown person command my obedience.  I squirm in my seat ashamed for a moment of myself.  My movement sends hot stinging pain singing through me again and I question for a moment why I am agreeing to these games.  No articulate answer hangs in my mind, but the surge of my pulse and tightening of my nipples as I close my eyes and savor the morning experiences are enough of an answer for me to begin my day with a sparkle in my eyes and calm acceptance in my heart.

That night I toss and turn in the bed, desperate to touch my wet honeyspot and run my fingers over my clit until I cum.  But, I don’t have permission, and I have no way to get permission.  I hadn’t figured on how maddening it would be to not have any way to contact my master, not to have any way to GET permission to follow my own whims.  But, in reality, that is part of being a slave, I’m here for his amusement, not he for mine.  Still, I want badly to disobey, I’ve learned my lesson though and the taunt of “even a few simple commands” has irritated me a little.  I would strive from here out to show how obedient I could be.

The next morning at work goes by without any contact from my master.  I worry for a moment that my disobedience previously has ruined my chances, but quickly push that possibility to the side.  Punishment had been given and I had learned my lesson, what was required of me now was patience… not a virtue I possess in any great abundance at the best of times as anyone who knows me is aware of… which explains my master requiring it of me.

Although my day passes busily at moments I am not treating a patient I find my mind dropping into my simple slave mantra almost automatically.  In an odd way it is calming, like falling into a warm pile of blankets in the dark.  It allows me to continue to contemplate surrendering and submitting to my master’s whims as well as treasuring being owned as his slave while still living my normal life.  The odd contrast seems almost surreal in my mind.

As I leave work and head for my car I feel my phone vibrate and I glance down to check my messages.  To my surprise, the text is from my master.   It reads, “Go straight home slut. Finger your puss in the shower until you almost climax, but don’t you dare finish!  Dinner 4/1 @ HKB 700.”  I shiver and wonder what he has planned for me while starting the car then spend the drive home letting my mind wander over the possibilities.

My windows are rolled down and the sunroof open for the short drive home.  The warmth of the tropical sun on my skin contrasts with the cool breezes caressing me and carrying the island smells of green growth and clean salt air.  I love the way the heat of the islands warms all my body down to the bones like the caress of an ardent lover while the breezes cool my skin and let me savor the kisses of the sun.  Any stress from my work seems to melt away in the beauty of the day and my thoughts return to my master.

The phone vibrates again while I’m driving, but this time is for me and I wait to get home before glancing at the next text.   When I do it draws a smile from me.  “PS Moon. I licked my fingers.  You’re just as honey musk delicious as I knew you would be.”  I smile wider in joy at the simple compliment and run the tip of my tongue over my lips.  I suppose a lot of women would resent what I am diving deeply into.  I don’t know why I crave the things I do, but I have accepted that I do crave that touch of darkness.  I’ve accepted, no embraced that right now, my unknown master is the one who can use me the way I need to be used.

To my surprise, there is a slender package on my door step with a single moon orchid tied with black ribbon across the top.  I grab it as I unlock the door and toss it on the table while I grab a glass of red wine and take a quick hit before going to open it. A simple note flutters out, “For Tonight Slut.”  Inside is a new toy for me to wear out to dinner tonight.  It’s a remote butterfly vibrator with a harness and a small vibrator to go with it.  I look at it doubtfully for a moment, I’m pretty sure it won’t be myself holding the remote to the vibrating toy as it’s not in the package.  After a moment though, a smile crosses my face.  I like being taken to my limits to see if they still are my limits.  And being taken to the limits of my pleasure while trying not to reveal it in public should be interesting.

I strip off my professional black slacks and cream top I have worn to work that day and begin to run a hot bath in my claw footed tub.  As steam begins to rise, I add a few drops of vanilla, cinnamon and orange oils to the tub and soon the lovely scents permeate the air.  I light the abundant candles in the bathroom sending more scents swirling into the air with the rising steam before hitting the light switch.  I step one foot into the hot water hissing through my teeth as the heat hits me.  My skin tightens in reaction to the change in temperature even as my muscles begin to relax.

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror I run my hand softly over my curves of hip and breast, imagining it is my tormenting master’s touch teasing me with caresses.  I love my tub because it’s a little larger than average and I could just spend hours in there enjoying the caress of water around my body.  In moments I’m submerged in the hot water, hands slick and wet running over my skin.  Careful not to slip, I arch my back high and lift my hips out of the water.  As drops tumble from my body, I slide my fingers deep into my pussy, savoring the way the water has washed away lubrication and I have to push roughly to get my fingers inside.

I do love that feeling of forced penetration.

My hips splash lightly back down in the water and I close my eyes as my own fingers slide in and out… in and out… in and out.  I take myself to the very edge of climaxing then pause to savor riding that razor line of arousal and completion.  I savor the feeling of the cold tub against my back contrasting with the hot slide of the water over my skin.  I open my eyes a slit in the candlelight and look at my body, admiring the wet sheen of my tanned skin in the candlelight.  My hands are caressing and squeezing my breasts, fingers traveling from one nipple to the other squeezing and pinching until I am restless and splashing water all over.  Will he do this to me? I wonder.  Will his touch drive me to the limits of my senses and beyond?

Inhaling the warm aromas riding the air I wonder about the scents of my master, what would he feel like, taste like, smell like? I want so bad to be completely consumed and taken by him, penetrated, used and treasured for a prize pet or possession to use at his whim. Thoughts of being completely owned and used push my arousal to yet another level and now I have to be very careful to follow my directions and not climax.  It would be so easy at this moment, only a few more slick tight circles on my swollen clit and I’d be there.  Instead, I stop, determined to follow my master’s earlier directions and prove I can be obedient.  So, instead of the climax I’m craving, I allow my arousal to fade, then grabbing the soap start the whole process over again.

My own caresses are slick and smooth now, almost impersonal with a slick surface of soap between my palm and my skin.  I wonder if this is how it will feel to have my master’s hands on me.  I say a quiet prayer to the universe in general to please, please allow me to have this.  Let me kneel before him and give myself to him, let me gift him with all my slave needs and craving for obedience before he takes me and shows me what darkness I truly yearn for.  Pouring a stream of hot water over my belly and breasts to rinse the soap off them, I follow it up by holding my breath and sinking my head under the water to shake the soap from my hair before forcing my arousal down again.

I am very grateful for being permitted to touch myself, but at the same time it’s a greater torment to not be allowed to climax.  I’m craving that pinnacle of pleasure pretty badly at this time, but not as badly as I’m craving my master’s touch or the approval in his voice for my obedience.  Draining the water out of the tub with a small frustrated sigh, I dry off with towels freshly pulled out of the dryer, my wooden floors a caress across the bottom of my feet and the towels a teasing touch across my always subtly aroused skin.

Padding into the bedroom, I slip a soft cotton red sundress with black embroidery forming a vague abstract pattern over my head and shoulders.  It slides around the curves of my body like the caress of a wind lover.  Usually I don’t wear panties, but tonight I will wear the thong/harness that my master has sent with the toys.   I am almost too high strung at this point to be aroused but I need to be wet for the vibrator to penetrate me.

I slip the vibrator into my mouth, sliding it back and forth while I close my eyes and gently suck on it, imagining it’s my master’s cock moving between my lips.   Leaving it wet with saliva, I slide the vibrator into my pussy with a quiet whimper of anticipation, then adjust the straps for the butterfly so that it is pressing firmly against my clit  I make sure that all straps on the harness are snug and properly positioned before letting the skirt of the dress fall down over my ass.  I glance in the mirror and smile, glad it’s not visible under the dress.

A pair of lace thong shorts I have to wear around the house slide on under the sundress to make sure the panties stay where they are intended be and to make sure I don’t flash if the wind blows too hard.  I rub a dab of gel into my wet curly hair, toss it back and dab on some light powder before grabbing a pair of sunglasses against the last light of the day.   Wondering what the night holds for me, I slide into the car and head for the bistro where my dinner is planned.

A Need to Be Filled Chapter Two
By kjallen

I was done in, a quivering mass of flesh still enthralled by the bombardment of physical pleasure. My legs were shaking, my breath coming in hard pants, my mouth dry and my throat burning from the momentum of my screams. He, on the other hand was still hot. Wanting me… unbelievably aroused by the sheer magnitude of my orgasm, wanting to cum and spurt his hot seed into the depths of the moistness in which he was now encompassed. He controlled his desire… partially. He continued to thrust himself back and forth slowly in my depths until I was calmed from my orgasm. He then stood me up and faced him. “I believe,” he said, “that this needs to be moved onto the bed.”

I smiled and kissed him once again, hardly aware of my surroundings, only wanting more of that dizzying desire again. Here, I thought with the final remnants of my seared brain, is a man who can keep up with me! I smiled my ‘cat with the canary’ smile that told him (though he already knew) this was NOT over. I crawled over the bed, and turned and motioned for him to follow me. He moved in, straight between my legs, his rampant erection undiminished and glistening with my juices. His kissed his way up my body, stopping at various points I would think as innocuous, but when his mouth touched them they became alive, leaping with new nerve endings before unknown. He licked my thigh, nibbled my tummy, and kissed the area between my breasts, before moving on to the sensitive tips. When his mouth enveloped them, my back arched up almost off the bed in an agony of delight. His mouth was hot, wet, and strong, and each suckle or nibble sent shock waves directly to my cunt. I reached upward and shoved my fingers into his hair; holding onto his scalp, afraid to let go in case the sensations should lessen in any degree.

He moved upward again and we began to kiss. No, kiss is too simple a word. We began to meld. Our mouths opened and ate and sucked and teased one another. I felt him holding his body above mine, and my hips arched toward that great cock in an effort to feel it again. He smiled and teased, brushing my pussy lips with the tip then moving away, again and again. I grit my teeth and vented my frustration in a groan. He loved it, and took that moment to begin the luscious slide back within my body. I moved my hands from his head down to his ass and pulled him into me, hard.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. We both moaned at the final connection. He began to move. I was in heaven again, dying with ecstasy. Each time he moved in me, I moaned and he watched. Intent on my sounds and my face, we looked at each other as his body invaded mine. His male beauty was set in fierce angles, mine in a clenching and unclenching motion that visibly portrayed how he was making me feel. I was alternately opened mouthed with moans, biting my lip, and smiling a satisfied smirk. He began to shove deeper, and a sound came from my throat at each interval of his cockhead hitting the mouth of my womb. So his rhythm changed at this visible sign of my pleasure. He began to tease.

He saw and paid attention to each subtle motion of my body, each soft (and LOUD!) sound that came from my throat. It was telling how much he watched, because he would find the way that made my body react the strongest and he would do it again, as if experimenting with his sexual test subject. He found the rhythm that pleased us both. Soft, slow, shallow thrusts, taunting me with his length and then a HARD pound to the depths of my cunt. Shoving himself in so far a sound was not made, it was forced from my throat. He was in heaven, having found a woman who could take all he could give and still want more. Again and again he did this, teasing and then a hammer-like thrust. My back was arched, my legs open and up, my heels brushing his middle back, my mouth open, and my mind in a transient state of bliss. I was not me, but the essential female sexual being.

I lost the reason to know or comprehend time or my surroundings; my mind focused solely on his body, his mouth, his sweat, and his cock. I came suddenly, and HARD. He loved it, my orgasmic screams making him feel that testosterone enhanced manly feeling of sexual power. He kept going, pushing my legs now over his shoulders and sitting upright, looking down and watching his extended length moving in and out of my swollen folds. He saw the engorged size of my clit, smelled the musky-sweet aroma of my sex, and felt the dripping gush of my wetness. He was MAN; elemental, hard, driving himself into the softer sex of a female, conquering, powerful, and predominant. I watched this, feeling the shakes left from my recent orgasm, which his movements kept from disappearing. I reached down and swirled my fingers in my cream, rubbing them over and over my tingling clit, keeping myself on the sharp edge of pleasure.

He wanted more and more and more, and I agreed. We changed positions, allowing me the opportunity to crawl up over that hard maleness and sit that revered ass on his reddened cock. I felt him go into me in this, my favorite position. His neck was arched, his head thrown back. He looked up at me again, smiling that sexy grin, reaching for my swaying breasts as I moved on him. He pinched them, squeezed and rolled my aching nipples in his fingertips as I moved my clit back and forth on him, feeling his dick so deep. I began to move harder, to shove myself down further, grinding. He reached for my hands and twined our fingers together, helping me with the leverage I needed. I let go and used the wall behind his head to push myself further down onto his thick pole. He reached for my hips and helped guide my frantic movements. I began to shake again, my orgasm violent. My neck arched back, my legs clenched and my back curved and thrust out my tits. I came so hard I almost fainted. Four orgasms already and he was still hard and wanting more. I was going to die happy.

We rested for a few moments, he holding me and allowing me to calm my breathing. I turned from him, pushing the smoothness of my back and my buttocks into his chest. I wiggled at him, teasing his cock with the indentation of my ass, allowing him to slide within the crack. He moaned and teased me, laughing with happiness that my sexuality and desire matched his own. We turned, pushing me onto my tummy, prodigious bottom in the air waiting for him. He slid inside deep. He groaned and would moan the word “DAMN!” every few moments, enamored desperately with the view of my rounded cheeks, full curved thighs, and voluptuous frame.

He began to move in earnest, pushing himself inside me over and over, harder. Then he did it, one of the things guaranteed to drive me over the proverbial wall. He started to spank. Not too hard, until I screamed how much I loved it. He smacked me hard, pistoning his cock into my depths at the same time in a torturous rhythm. My pussy clenched at each moment of impact, my ass tingled, hot and sensitive. He said words, hot words, talking bout how much he knew I liked it, about how much my ass needed spanking, about how bad I was, and about how good at it I was. I did it, screaming loudly, wailing “HARDER!” I peaked. It lasted forever, and made my body come up almost off the bed, climbing the wall in front of me.

Five down, how many more to go?” I guess I did not realize I spoke aloud, because he responded, “Let’s break every record. I want you to come so many times you will be unable to walk.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that sounded blissful. He turned me over and immediately slid back into me again, obviously eager for more. He was sweating; I was sweating, still shuddering every few moments from leftover vestiges of pleasure. His eyes closed his face close to mine and I could smell his hunger. He wanted to come, needed to. His body was now striving for it, the rhythm hard and fast and deep, not coming out of me so much as moving inside of me. I watched as his already firm muscles began to become delineated, his neck arched and his breathing rasped over my neck.

Seeing how I made him, I was almost ready to shatter again. He moaned, “How do you want me to come?” I immediately knew I wanted to feel it gush inside of my wetness, and told him so. “In me, PLEASE. Come in me. I want to feel your cock pour out its cum inside of me.” He began to strive in earnest now, pushing himself in over and over, rubbing his chest against my tits. I reached down and grasped his clenched buttocks, pulling him into me harder and harder. It was there, in my grasp, my eyes closed and watched the sparks behind my lids. I felt it then, as he pushed his dick in me HARD. His cock began to shake, and vibrate. I felt the muscles as they pushed out gobs of cum into my womb; I felt each spurt his cock made. It threw me up and over the edge of my orgasm before I realized it was there. When I came back to reality, his hard warmth was resting on me; his breath was still coming in pants that matched my own.

We refreshed ourselves and spent the rest of the day in sexual bliss, adoring each other’s bodies and prodigious appetites. Before I returned him to the airport that evening, he had made a new record of 3 orgasms for himself and 14 for me, and made plans for another rendezvous. We have since been together again, and his magnificence has yet to be exceeded by any of my other lovers. We have plans for yet another orgasmic marathon (with a head start in the airport stairwell) and the possibility of joining a swingers club to act out our fantasies of multiple partners.

I find that my need still exists, but for a moment of time, it was filled most satisfactorily.

What Have I Begun Part 3

By Moonmagiclady

Today was Thursday and I had spent the last 2 days without receiving a new envelope or new instructions in any form actually.  The letter I had been given at the adult store had simply included instructions to wear the butt plug at all times when I was not at work, or sleeping.  It also offhandedly forbids me from ever masturbating without his permission again.  The fact that this was both uncomfortable, inconvenient and occasionally humiliating for me didn’t seem to be a factor anywhere as far as I could tell.

I had been obedient all week though, sliding my new toy into my tight ass after I got home from work each day.  I wanted to touch myself so badly while imagining it was my Master’s hands pushing it into me.  Or even better, his own cock riding up inside me every day, penetrating me in that darkest, most secret of spots, reminding me what a natural slave I was.  I was good in that way too though; no matter how bad I wanted to masturbate… I didn’t.  The toy he had me use was the smaller of the two I had purchased, and I dreaded the command to use the larger one as I already felt full and violated with this one.

At night I would remove my toy with a whimper and fall asleep hoping there was some way He could tell how obedient I was being even though I knew it wasn’t possible. I tossed and turned due to being forbidden to masturbate without permission.  I’m a once-every-24-hours-girl myself usually, and was now ten times more aroused, and forbidden any release at all… denied even the touch of my own hands. Sigh.

As the week progressed with no new commands, I began to both worry slightly and feel a little rebellious.  What was the point to being obedient if he didn’t know?  Maybe he wanted to have to MAKE me obey, maybe it was the rebellion he wanted and not the obedience. Or maybe I simply wasn’t interesting enough to hold his attention?  One of these was the case, I had almost decided when leaving work on Thursday I found a new envelope in the seat of my car. “Moon” was neatly typed across the front.  I opened it up in my car and read the brief letter with a combination of astonishment and arousal.

“Good afternoon Moon,

Tomorrow you are to wear your anal plug to work. You are to follow the schedule I give you exactly.   I expect you to be here by 5:30.  You will check your inbox first thing in the morning.  At exactly 5:45 am you are to go into your office, strip off all your clothes, and lean against the far wall with your legs wide apart and your hands over your head.  While you stand there, I want you to think about what a nasty whore you are and all the things I could be doing to you.  You are to stand like that until 5:55, at which time you may remove the toy, get dressed and return to work.  Between now and that time, you are not allowed to touch yourself in any way.  Enjoy your evening slave-slut.”

I reread the letter and felt a flush climbing up my cheeks.  The odds were PRETTY good that I wouldn’t be caught doing this, but not impossible.  I wasn’t sure I was willing to take this risk, at least part of me wasn’t… was I?  The rest of me, the dark slutty side that craved to walk that edge of pain and pleasure, risk and safety, knew without a doubt that I would do exactly as my Master had ordered me.  In all honesty, there wasn’t even a contest between the two parts; the slutty part was winning by a mile.  Although I spent most of the short ride home trying to decide just what I would use an excuse if someone DID discover me, I really couldn’t come up with anything that would excuse/explain the situation…

It was beyond frustrating to go through my evening with my thoughts dwelling on my Master and tomorrows instructions without being allowed to touch myself.  After tossing and turning for about an hour, I finally give in to my feelings of rebellion and pulled out one of my favorite vibrators.  Latex and curved in interesting places, I love to push it deep inside my pussy while I rub my clit in small tight circles, then slowly pull it out and lick my own juices off of it over and over.

Tonight when I push it deep inside me, I try sliding a finger deep into my ass, causing my body to shiver in response at the feel of both of my orifices being used at the same time.  I throw my head back and savor the sensations coursing through my body, every movement rubbing the soft sheets against my skin allowing me to imagine the slide of his caresses.  The idea of my Master using my body as his toy, taking me for his own pleasure is all I can think of right now, all I want to experience or imagine.   It takes only moments for me to climax hard, head thrown back and crying out loud into the dark, pushing my vibrator deep inside my hungry pussy just one more time.  I do my best to make that instant of infinity last just a micromoment longer, but it ends.

As my mind drifts downward on shivers of pleasure, I feel slightly guilty at disobeying my Master.  But, as I drift off to sleep I console myself with the thought that there was no way he could find out what I had done, and mentally pout to myself a little as well.  It’s not like he had noticed when I was being obedient, why should I worry he would notice when I wasn’t?

I wake excited and scared rolled together on Thursday morning and turn the shower on pounding hot before making sure to shave every bit of my punani nice and smooth.  The feel of the hot water sliding over my skin, just this side of scalding, helps me wake up, but turning the shower to ice cold for a few moments before I get out does a lot more.  Following that, I smooth lightly scented Jasmine lotion over my legs and breasts, as if preparing to meet him for the first time.  I’m hoping, hoping that this means I will be able to feel his touch, catch the scent of his skin if even just for a second.  But I’m not counting on it.  So far things have been too unpredictable; I have no way of even hoping to guess what will happen next.

I watched mesmerized as the glistening oil dripped over the anal plug makes it shimmer, slide my hand up and down over it a few times to make sure the whole thing is slick, then slowly push it up in my ass.  The wideness at the base still makes me whimper even though I have been doing this for several days now.  I feel my muscles tighten around it, and standing up catching sight of my flushed face in the mirror.  For a moment my whole body blushes in pure shame, but it quickly flames into a higher arousal than I expected.

A few deep breaths and I can dress and head off to work, the toy snug in my ass causing the occasional shiver to crawl up my spine, I could feel my pussy swollen and dripping as I thought of what a dirty slut I was to be wearing my toy to work.  When I arrive I turn on the lights and almost skip in excitement straight for my inbox where another letter awaits me.  My energy and happiness quite a contrast from the past few days!

“Good Morning Whore,

Here are your final directions.

When you go in the office, make sure you turn the air conditioner on high so your ass is shivering for me, keep your eyes closed while you are leaning against the wall too slut.  Even if the door opens, you are NOT to move a muscle. Who knows who might come in while you are behaving like such a slut? Could be almost anyone you work with, but I’m sure that won’t stop the nasty whore that you are from obeying your master.

Sadly, I’m positive that a needy skank such as yourself couldn’t refrain from masturbating last night.  You had been such a GOOD girl until then, and I planned to reward you today.  I’m sure you thought I wouldn’t know or find out, but I keep telling you Moon, I KNOW what you need! And right now, what you need is what you have earned.   I warned you there would be punishment for disobedience, which there will be. Right now.”

I gape at the letter open mouthed for a moment.  I had thought for sure that my disobedience would remain undiscovered, but apparently this was not to be the case.  What if I had ruined the whole thing now with my impetuous disobedience? I cursed myself for being such a greedy horny slut and hoped everything would be all right if I showed how sorry I was with immediate obedience.

Moving almost with panic I walk straight to the office, crank up the AC and quickly strip off my clothes.  I’m shivering from the cold air, my nipples rapidly tightening to a point of almost pain against the coldness blowing across my skin and goosebumps rise all over my skin.  My heart is racing in near panic and I assume the position I have been instructed to take against the wall and close my eyes. Once sunk into complete obedience, I feel an odd sense of calmness slide over me.

I’m shivering, but whether in arousal, fear or anticipation even I am not sure, but I AM sure my pussy is already so wet that drops of quim juice are dripping down my thigh.  The flared base of the anal plug pushes my ass cheeks slightly apart, and I wonder if my swollen pussy lips can be seen from the doorway.  I hear the door open and with every fiber of my being hope it is my Master and NOT one of my stuck up prudish coworkers.  The door clicks closed, and I hear nothing further (causing me to relax some, I’m sure my coworkers would have SOMETHING to say about finding me like this! lol).  Footsteps move across the room, and then… NIRVANA, I feel his touch on my body.

His large hands are slightly rough, I can feel them as they grasp the curve of my hips, and then move over the cheeks of my ass.  I desperately want to open my eyes and gaze upon the one who owns me, but I won’t risk anything more with disobedience.  One hand slides firmly up my spine, kneading away some of the tension, while the other one glides between my ass cheeks to press firmly on the base of the anal plug, pushing in deep within me.  A groan escapes my lips as his hand buries itself in the roots of my hair and he yanks my head back hard.  I want to fall to my knees and use my mouth to show him how I worship him, but I maintain the position I have been ordered into my body writhing in response to his actions.

I hear soft laughter in my ear as the hand that had been playing with the plug slides across my wet pussy lips. The slickness only proves what a slave I am, and his fingers tease me mercilessly.   I moan again in need and softly beg him to penetrate my quim, knowing it will take only his finger inside me to make me climax right now.  Instead his hands move around to my chest and begin to squeeze my nipples, first softly, but then with gradually increasing pressure until I squirm helplessly… dancing the razor thin line of pain and pleasure.

“Oh NO Moon, I TOLD you, this is about PUNISHMENT….If you had been an obedient girl, you would be allowed a climax, but naughty slaves don’t get that privilege.  NOW… DO NOT move out of this position and DO NOT make any sounds louder than a moan.  I’m in doubt of even keeping you as a slave with this early show of disobedience.  You have to prove to me here and now that you really want this.”  I nod my head vigorously, determined to never disobey again, and determined to prove to him that I am worth the time and effort for him to own me.

He steps away from me and I hear the soft whisper of a belt sliding from the loop of pants.  I have only a split second to comprehend what is coming and brace myself before it lands hard and loud against my ass.  For a split second, there is nothing, then an intense pain across the stripe of skin where the belt has landed.  I make a small noise and he snarls at me to shut up.   I count 10 cracks and am struggling to maintain my position against the burning pain on my ass.  For some reason, not thinking straight at this point, I assume 10 is my punishment and begin to move my hand back to rub my ass.

Faster than I would have though, He is upon me and pinning my hands back to the wall.  “I did NOT tell you to move yet, that ass is not NEARLY as red as I want it to be… as it’s going to be! EVERY time you sit down for the next day I want you to think of me and remember to NEVER disobey me again.”  He moves away from me and a yearning for his warmth against me immediately hits me.

As he has promised, the belt lands against my tender skin over and over again, I am able to keep my legs spread, but no longer able to not move my hips, and this writhing wiggling movement only seems to incite him more. I waiver from being able to embrace the pain to wanting to cry and move away, but I won’t do it. I won’t lose this chance to play a game I’ve always craved in my heart’s darkness.

The spanking goes on for what feel like forever and then suddenly stops. I hear only the sounds that travel through the window and my head is spinning.  Eyes closed I hear the wind blowing in the trees outside, feel my ass throbbing and sore, and smell my arousal as my juices have now dripped down my leg.  I wonder if we are done when I feel his body pressed firmly against mine.  I have to smother my screams from his weight pressed against my whipped ass, but I don’t make a sound that could be construed as disobedience… not really.

He pins me to the wall with his weight, his hands holding my wrists together over my head.  He firmly presses his rough pants against my throbbing ass and I can feel the cold metal of the belt buckle pressed against the small of my back.  I arch my back as his fingers find his way between my legs again, causing my hips to writhe against his pelvis.  My ass is sore and tender rubbing hard against my masters pants, I can feel his hardness pressed against me.  My every move makes my tender ass scream, but I can’t stop squirming in response to his touch, tormenting myself as he torments me.  He continues to tease me, arousing my body to a fevered need, but denying me an orgasm.

I whisper “Please” (clueless as to what I am begging for) into the silent air, but to no avail.  Leaning in, he bites my neck again, long and hard and I’m sure I’ll have a bruise that my shirt will barely cover.  “Next time Moon, you should see what obedience brings you instead.  When you hear the door close, you may dress and go to your desk. I want you to sit there and read your next envelope, and since you chose disobedience, you can leave the toy in all day.”  I moan quietly again, but nod my head in agreement.

I feel myself mastered completely and know in the future I will be completely obedient.  His weight disappears from my body and I hear the door close.  I lean against the wall breathing hard.  Keeping my eyes closed for just a moment longer I savor the feel of the very air I’m breathing to not every forget what has happened here.  I stand there for a moment taking deep breaths and trying to find my way back to reality before gathering my clothes and dressing.  The light pants I have worn that day are going to be a torment against my arse whether sitting, standing or moving around, but my nipples are still tight in an ongoing arousal as the very pain traveling my body reminds me of how owned I am.

Opening the door, I glance at the clock, astounded only ten minutes have passed, but somehow my entire life has changed.  I am greatly relieved none of my coworkers are here yet as I need time to recover and process what has happened to me today.  I return to my desk and pick up the next envelope wondering what he has in store for me now.  As I sit at the desk and read it, I squirm happily against the chair, the sensations of the anal plug deep within me and the pressure against my well beaten ass helping me imagine that my master is tormenting me even as he has gone elsewhere….

What Have I Begun Part 2
By MoonmagicLady

The next morning I pull in to work a little early, quite an accomplishment considering my usual arrival time is 5:30-6:00am.  I turn my key in the ignition and slide it in my purse and grab my nametag.  I’m not ready to go in just yet thought.  For a moment, I just sit and stare into the distance, thinking about the previous day’s activities and what today might hold for me.

I had tossed and turned in my bed the previous night, telling myself at first that although certainly playing this game could be fun, it wasn’t really what I wanted.  I told myself over and over that I wasn’t such a slut that I would follow the commands of an unknown person, or take the risks it might entail at my job.  I didn’t have those dark and terribly slutty yearnings like he had said… of course I didn’t.  I was a modern, independent, free-thinking woman in control of her own sexuality.  I had told myself that, but I knew it wasn’t the truth, or at least not the complete truth.

The complete truth was that I was both women; the modern confident one who was self sufficient and in control of her sexuality and her life, and (as the letter had read) the needy whore who wanted nothing more than to be a slave and release all her inhibitions and desires into the hands of another.  There had been sleepless night after night, I couldn’t even count how many where I had spun many a dark fantasy in my mind and let my hands rove my own body and satiate my own need while yearning for the discipline of another’s hand.  How many fevered nights had I touched myself imagining vividly such a scenario as I was now being presented?  Could I even begin to count them? It seems I had never met a man who knew what I needed and how I yearned to be used… until now.  The opportunity was here, what would I do with it?

This unknown stranger (or was it?), in only few short words he had shown me how much of a submissive slut am.  He had somehow seen deep inside me into what a needy, cock hungry whore I am.  Not only had he shown me that there was someone out there who KNEW what a slut I am and who KNEW what I wanted, needed, and yearned for; he had shown me that he was willing to explore that darkness within me together.

Could I walk away from this? Yes, I could, but I wouldn’t.  I had decided I wanted to feel the surrender, the fulfillment of completely submitting to and obeying another.   I wanted to let him take me to my limits and find out just what those are outside of fantasy.   I wanted to embrace this while it was here, not run away from the opportunity, or my own needs when this chance might never come again.

So, my mind resolved, I head into work, clock in and then go to check my inbox.  My pulse quickens in excitement as I find another letter.  I’m not sure how I know it’s from him and not simply another work related item as I pick it up, but I DO know. The envelope feels heavy in my hand, but it’s not, it’s just the feelings of anticipation and rolling inside me. My name is plainly written across the front, as if simply another piece of paperwork, but somehow I know it isn’t.  I feel a shiver slide down my spine and goose bumps rise up on my skin as I open the envelope and begin to read what my master has written…

“Good Morning Moon,

What a naughty little bitch you are to still be doing this.  I’m actually in awe at what a whore you are… giving yourself to an unknown person to fulfill whatever commands they give or whims they might have to use you.  Was it hard to swallow your pride and admit to yourself that you crave being owned? Or did a simple slut like yourself just devour the idea?  What kind of a skank does something like that?  Only a natural slave like yourself.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to remind you right now just how much of a natural slave you are.  You’re first assignment, and you are to do it RIGHT NOW, is to kneel down on the floor where you are, bow your head, and say out loud, ‘I love being my Master’s slut.’ Do it right now slave, right there in your office, before you even read any further…”

I glance around my department and make sure there is no one around, thankful that I arrive at work so early, not many coworkers around at this time, and then quickly lower myself to my knees.  I drop my head in submission to my unseen Master and say out loud in a quiet but steady voice. “I LOVE being my Master’s Slut.”

My mind races, my body reacting immediately and I savor the response this submission to my day’s first command has brought, I can feel my pussy lips swelling and aroused, and I shift my hips slightly to cause my pants to rub over my hard clit.  I remain on my knees for a moment longer, then stand on shaky legs, already aroused and considering going to the ladies room to masturbate.  He wouldn’t approve of me doing so without His permission though, so I take my papers, go sit at my desk, and continue reading the letter…

“Well little slut, I hope you enjoyed that.  I bet your heart is racing right now, the fear of being caught combined with the arousal of completely submitting your will to me.  I bet if you were to slide your hand into your pants right now, you would find your pussy soaking wet.  You’re such a whore!  Such a needy cum-hungry slut, you need to be fucked Moon, fucked every way you have ever fantasized about, treated like the slave you are on the inside.  I’m going to give you what you are craving so badly, I’m going to give it to you so much, and take you so far into the darkness of your own fantasies that you will be appalled at the level of your sluttiness.  I’m going to do all that to you and more. I know what you want, at least what you think you do, and what your body and mind are craving and I’m going to make sure you understand what a fuck-toy you really are.  You are meant to be used and owned completely, and before we are finished you will know that down to your bones.

All day today Moon, you are to think about the possibilities of what could happen between us.  As you work, I want your mind thinking on different ways that I might use and punish your body.  You see, I know that about you.  You’re not just a common slutty whore Moon, you’re a slut who needs her body to be punished and her mind to be under discipline.  You need to be spanked and spanked hard, you need to be flogged and have your nipples tormented with clamps and clips and candle wax.  This is only the bare surface of what you want and crave though isn’t it?  You know deep inside you that those dark sensations contrasting  with the nirvanic highs that getting fucked hard and nasty brings you is the ultimate prize for a whore like yourself.

You crave discipline, don’t you Moon?  You need to be pushed to those limits where you want to rebel against your Master, and then taken and fucked hard to remind you WHY you always submit.  You NEED that pain to punish you, not injure or hurt you, but to show you what a bad girl you are for being such a slut.  You don’t just need it one time either (you are SUCH a whore), but over and over again you need to be taken and used.  You NEED to be a slut, because you crave that downward spiral into darkness as your body climaxes over and over again, you NEED to embrace it and kneel before me because that is the only way you can find yourself and find just how deep your own darkness goes.

Its okay Moon, you don’t need to worry any more.   I’m going to use you the way you need to be used.  I’m going to use my body to pin yours down and keep you from moving.   I’m going to control the very breath you breathe while I fuck every hole you have, fuck you so hard you try to scream your need into the air but you won’t be able to because your mouth is full.  And when it’s done, when I’ve cum all over your face, or in your ass and made you lick every up; you are going to drop back up to your knees, thank me, and tell me again how much you LOVE being my slut and beg for it to start all over again!  We both know this is what you want, what you’ve always needed, but have been afraid to ask for or even hint at.  You don’t have to ask me Moon, I KNOW what you need, and I’m going to take you and force it on you in exactly the right way.

Remember Moon, I want you to think about this today, all day.  Me owning you. Me punishing you.   Me pleasuring you is all you are to think on in any leisure moment you have.   Know that every breath you breathe now is mine, every touch across your skin is a caress across a body I own and furthermore know that your very thoughts are mine to command.  You will give me everything you have and beg me to find more to take from you.

After you think about all this through your day it will be time for your next assignment.

Today you are going somewhere after work for me.  I want you to drive down to the adult toy store down town, go inside and buy yourself some lubricant oil, and 2 anal plugs.  Make sure you ask the girl at the counter for her suggestions so that she has no doubt what a slut you are.  I want you to tell her that you require two butt plugs for now, one medium sized and one larger.  Don’t forget to mention that you are an ass whore who can’t wait to try both of them.

After you pay for it, I want you to look at the woman behind the register straight in the eyes and tell her your Master says you have to use your new toy immediately and beg to use her bathroom.  If she allows you, you may go in there to insert the smaller of the two plugs into your tight ass.  If she says no, you are to drop to your knees and beg her.  If she still denies you permission, you must insert it out in the car, where any passers-by can see what a slut you are.  Have a good day my little slave-slut.”

I exhale a deep breath and reread the letter hungrily, savoring the words and phrases that he has used and the dark games that are beginning.  Part of me hates that I am this much of a slut, but the other part of me loves the knowledge that someone wants to control me so completely, someone understands that I want to be owned, a possession, HIS in every sense of the word.

The challenge would be to balance that with my everyday life.  I slide the letter in my purse and start on the rest of the paperwork in the stack that has to be completed.  As commanded, I hold the thoughts of being possessed and a slave never far from my mind.  I focus completely while interacting with patients, but more than one time during paperwork I blush deeply as someone asks what has me so distracted today.  I just shake my head and mumble some senseless excuse, not even sure what to say.  I feel my pulse traveling my body all day, hot and heavy pounding through my semi-arousal.   I become impatient in the last hour of work, yearning for my day to end so I can drift back into the fantasy I am living.

I roll down the windows of the truck as I leave work, enjoying the breeze across my face.  I never tire of tropical skies and enjoy the day as I drive to the nearest adult store and follow the instructions I have been given.  Inpatient, but slightly unwilling to enter the sex shop alone, I sit for a moment in the hot parking lot hoping my pulse will stop racing, and wishing in embarrassment that my pussy was not already dripping wet.  I take a breath and continue to show what a slut I am by exiting the care and heading into the shop.

The bell rings as I enter the store, and the woman at the counter looks up at me for a moment before returning to her magazine.  I blush and browse through the toys for a while fascinated by the selection.  I finally find a plug that will make me feel nice and full, but hopefully not hurt too much, then a second one I really couldn’t even say that much about.  Slightly apprehensive, I approach the register, already blushing bright red at the thought of following the next part of my directions.

I check out and blushing harder than I ever thought possible, do as I have been ordered and explain to the girl that I have been commanded to use the toy immediately.  The girl looks at me with an expression both amused and slightly intrigued, it widens a slightly cruel smile and she asks what will happen if I don’t obey.  I shiver and tell her that I will have to perform my duties in the car then.  The girl holds out a key towards me and tells me the bathroom is in the back of the store.  “Unfortunately,” she adds, “we don’t allow sluts to use it.” With a taunting grin, she pulls the key back and adds, “Guess you’ll have to go use your car naughty girl.”

I glare at her for a moment, furious to be forced into this position and then turn and stalk out of the store.  I am even more upset when she leaves behind me, turns to lock the door and then grins right in my face.  “It’s my break. I think I will take it right here.”  I’m livid, but determined to obey my master.  I get into my car and trying to ignore the girl staring straight in my windshield, begin to slide up my skirt.  She stands at watches me, rubbing lightly across the front of her shirt where her nipples show she must be enjoying what she sees.  I’m almost in tears I’m so angry at her watching, but there is nothing to be done about it.

I get my skirt up and pour some of the oil into my palm and rub it across my tight ass.  The girl is rubbing her breasts harder now, occasionally dropping her other hand to rub over the crotch of her jeans.  I can’t watch her any more at the moment now because I’ve pulled the smaller of the two toys out of my bag and trying to prepare myself for the idea of pushing it up into my tight ass.

Almost in a trance, mesmerized by the play of the light on the oil, I let it drip onto and down the side of the toy.  Squirming around and raising my hips, I remind myself again of why I do yoga, especially while  trying not to bruise myself on the steering wheel, I reach behind myself to slide more of the oil up inside my tight rosebud and whimper almost silently at the sensation.

I push the plug up into my ass, slowly… imagining it is my Master’s fingers or throbbing cock violating that private spot.  I whimper again as it spreads me wider, the base almost painful, then inhale sharply as my ass tightens around the shaft and it tucks up against my backside.  When I lower my hips down to sit on the seat, the pressure pushes the toy deep and firmly inside me.  I let my skirt fall back down and try hard slow my breathing.  I open my eyes to see the girl outside my windshield licking her fingers as if she has just pulled them out of her own wet pussy.

She throws me a kiss and I want to simply get out of the car and slap her.  Instead, I look at my reflection in my rear view mirror and prepare to drive home.  Wide eyed, my reflection in the mirror takes in the flush across my face and chest, my disheveled hair and the swollen redness of my lips.  I whisper in the heat, “See Master… See what a good girl I am?” and smile at the slut in the mirror.

The girl from the shop taps on the window and with a sigh I lower it down.  “What?” I snap at her , still angry for her actions.  She gives me a wide sensual smile and hands me an envelope.  The word , “Moon” is typed very simply across the front of it. With “Open when you get home.” Underneath in smaller letter.  I look at her for a moment and then thoughtfully start the car to drive home….

What Have I Begun?
By Moonmagiclady

It had been a smooth morning so far.  I had woke up and done yoga, gotten ready for work, hopped online for a few minutes to chat with my friends, then headed out the door.  On the drive in I let my wander again into wondering why I couldn’t seem to find a lover who I could be happy with.  It just seemed like every guy I ended up with wanted to do the same straight forward vanilla activities in bed.  Although I fantasized constantly about finding a lover whom I could trust to play the games I craved so badly, I was beginning to seriously doubt it could ever happen.  With a small cynical smile I cut off the car and got out to start my work day.

I stroll in to work, my mind still only half on what I was doing as I clocked in and then pulled out the piled up paperwork from my box.  It’s early, not even 6:00am yet, but I like being at work early, it means I have lots of time later in my day and gives me the therapy gym to myself for at least an hour most of the time.  I shuffle through the papers sorting them into the “take care of” and “safely ignore” piles when a plain white envelope drops out onto the floor with my name neatly typed on the front.  I pick it up and open it up to pull out the paper inside.

“CHECK YOUR EMAIL.” Is the only thing written on it.  I look at the paper for a moment, shrug and stick it in the “take care of pile” and wander off to one of the computers. It’s probably a new article about a treatment for a patient, or a new list of changed red tape procedures we will all have to learn before it changes again.   Again, my mind wanders to my fantasy lover and I wish I had something to distract me from my growing cynical mindset at work.

Taking a moment to send a good morning text to some of my friends, I sigh and wait on the computer to decide whether I can log in or not.  The sexual teasing and energy that my friends and I share is one of the things that keeps me going on the bad days, but the true friendship we have for each other is even more important.  After the computer finally boots up, I log into my email account and scan through the items.  About third down is one titled, “DEAR MOON”.  I don’t use my chat nickname at work, so my curiosity rising, I click on the email to see what it reads.

Dearest Moon,

I’ve watched you lately here at work.  I’ve gotten to know you very well and the things you do betray you.  Shall I tell you how?  I’ve watched the slight sway of your hips in the way you walk, the soft touchable texture of the clothes you wear.  I’ve noticed how you make sure to wear things that caress your body in a constant teasing torment while you walk, I’ve noticed how similar to a choker or a simple collar for a pet are every one of the necklaces that you wear.  I’ve noticed your flushed cheeks when you check the texts on your phone and the small hidden sensual smile as you reply to them.

I’ve seen the languorous expression on your face as you flow through your yoga on your lunch break, feeling the stretch and deep manipulation of each muscle and I’ve seen you savor both the pain of the stretch and the rush of endorphins your body sends to counter-act that pain.  I’ve watched you look off into the distance with a hungry look on your face.  It might not be obvious to those oblivious idiots you keep dating because they don’t see you the way I do.  I know what you want.  And I know what you need… slut.   No one here knows what a slut you are on the inside, no one here can help you…. no one except me.  I know, and I can help you.

I don’t even have to see you right now to know that you are shaking your head in denial, you want to cling to the idea that you are a “good girl.”

Shall I tell you what you want? Shall I tell you what I’ve looked into the shadows of your eyes and known that you need?

Shall I prove to you that I can tell the yearnings of your hidden desires?

Pay attention now slut: You…. Want…. To…. Be …Taken.

You want to be taken and accepted for the sensuous dirty little slut you are. You want to do nothing more but kneel on a cushion at your Master’s feet and be led into mutually darker desires.  A woman like you, she needs to be fucked and used like a sex toy every day, or she starts getting restless and easily distracted…because deep down… the true you… is a whore who likes nothing better than to service her Master or whoever he orders you to serve.  What a wanton tramp you are!

I can see it in you, the need, the deep yearning that quivers through your belly and leaves your quim lightly damp when you think about it.  It’s so obvious to anyone who knows what the signs are.  I know you are getting more wet and flushed as you read this.   I bet you had to shift weight from one foot to the other, causing that slight rub of the seam in your pants crotch across your swollen clit, rubbing across your already dewy pussy lips even while you read the above sentence.  I would even be willing to bet that you are biting your lip slightly right now.  Other women might be worried at this moment, but you, such a natural slave slut, you are just aroused.  I suppose even a whore like you might be a little worried, but I’m fairly certain your natural tendencies and your deep need to get fucked are much stronger than the worry.

I want to help you Moon.  I want to give you what you want…what you need.  I only demand one thing in return.  You just have to obey and do as you are told…that’s all.  It’s only a small thing really, an easy guideline to agree to, one simple rule.  You will have no more choices about your actions, your obedience, or your body. It will all belong to me.  I will control every time you think about sex, every time you touch yourself or touch another, even what way you touch yourself or what with will be my decision.

I won’t touch your slave body, or even tell you who I am until you can prove to me that you are worth my time.  But know that I’m around, and if you decide to accept what we both know what you want, I’ll give you ways to prove your worthiness.  I’ll know when you do as I tell you, and when you don’t.  I will find ways to reward you that will bring your body pleasure beyond what you have fantasized for being good and punish you in ways that the darkest of your imagination yearns for when you are disobedient.

There will be both pleasure and pain, reward and punishment my luscious tramp because I know in your dark room at night, or when you are touching your naughty pussy for your perv friends on cam, that is the combination you are craving.  I will make your reality so much deeper and darker than your fantasies are that you will be amazed.  You have no clue right now the depths your body can be taken to and the needs that you can be taught to crave.  I can give you all that, every touch you have ever yearned for in your sweetest nightmares, but only if I decide that you are worthy of being mine.

I’m going to give you your first chance to prove yourself to me right now.  I want you to go in the bathroom immediately and rub your clit until you climax.  When you climax, I want you to use your other hand to pinch your nipples as hard as you can.  You are NOT allowed to put even one finger inside your pussy no matter how hungry it might be.

With every breath in you are to silently think, “I surrender everything…” and with every exhale the thought, “I am his…”  Don’t you dare make a single noise to betray what a hungry whore you are!  While you do as I’ve commanded you,  I want you to imagine what will come next for my pet, what is the next task you will get or what will be your punishment if I suspect  you did not follow every single command I’ve given to the letter.  This is only the beginning. Know in the depth of your heart that the longer this game continues the darker and more twisted we will get.

Of course, if you can’t admit to yourself that this is what you want simply shred this letter and don’t do as I said.  I will never bother you again.  You will get no second chance at this.  Ever.  If you want to continue in your shallow existence simply craving the shadows of the things you truly desire, that is your decision.  But I think we both know how badly you want this to happen.  Now, go do what I told you too, dirty slave, and convince me you can be pleasing.”

The letter is unsigned, but it doesn’t matter.  I print a hard copy; make sure to grab it off the printer, then delete it and run a cleaner to hopefully make sure admin doesn’t run across it.  I don’t know who sent it, but I moments after that I am already locking the stall on the bathroom and sliding my finger around my pussy.  I rub my clit in gentle slow teasing circles, thinking about my fantasies for an Owner, wondering if this could really be happening.  I lean my head against the door of the stall and my breaths become deeper as I follow my instructions.  I begin to rub just a little faster and harder, not so much teasing myself now, as falling deeper into my fantasies of being owned by another.

Inhale. “I surrender everything.”

Exhale. “I am His.”

Inhale. Exhale.  I start to think about where this could go while continuing to carry the two phrases in my head. “I surrender everything.” What would everything mean? I couldn’t risk my job! Would I be allowed to decide what to wear? What if this was all a scam?  But then I continue thinking… What would it be like, to be a complete slave to someone? “I am his.”  What would it be like to follow the every whim of another’s and to be taken down into those dark depths of sensuousness I had craved as long as I could remember? (Damn those Gorean books I read at an impressionable age anyhow!)

I want so badly to slide my fingers deep inside me and I almost do. After all, there is no way he will know what I do in this stall.  Then I hesitate, worried not so much that He will somehow know, but then I will be disobeying Him.  I shiver and realize that I do want it; I want all of it that he is offering me.  He is utterly correct. I want to be possessed and owned, commanded into sensuality and hopefully eventually taken on a whim without a moment’s notice.  I want to be a slave, a toy, a pet for this man who has taken the time and interest to watch me so intently that he has divined my deepest needs and fantasies.  I want to slide my fingers in me, but I won’t.   I won’t because I’m a slave and my master has forbidden me to do so.  Slaves don’t have choices; they must simply do as they are told.

My mind continues to spin out darker and darker fantasies as I rub faster and faster.  My mind is filled with my slave mantra. “I surrender everything. I am his.”  My head throws back in the beginnings of an orgasm and I grab my nipples as hard as I can.  I pinch and pull on one side, then move back to the other as I have been ordered to do and my first climax washes over me making me weak kneed.

I struggle for silence utterly shocked as orgasm after orgasm rocks through me until I stand there shivering with my juices dripping down both thighs.  The sound of the door to the bathroom opening startles me back into reality and I finally remember to pull my pants up.  I lean against the door, weak and breathing slowly for several moments, then exit and wash my hands.

I try to continue my morning as if nothing has happened out of the ordinary.  I manage to maintain my calm and professional (somewhat) outward demeanor through the early morning patients, but my thoughts are spinning.  I try to clear my mind of the thoughts of the letter, but find my mind wandering frequently during my paperwork.  Part of me wonders if I’ve been the victim of a practical joke, as seems ever more likely than my fantasies being hand delivered into my lap.  I check my email fruitlessly a few more times, but nothing but work related things arrive.  I feel my spirits drop as I wonder who has played such a rotten trick on me.

As I sit down to lunch, I find another envelope, this time in my clipboard and glancing around to make sure I have privacy, quickly open it.

“Good Pet” it reads simply…. “I will have a new task for you tomorrow….”  I close my eyes for a moment, listen to my heart race, and exhale deeply wondering,

“What have I begun?”