I'm watching TV... not really paying much attention to it.
My little man brings in the coffee. He's wearing that cute little apron we found last week. That's all he's wearing. I watch his bare feet, then up along the backs of his legs to his butt cheeks as he walks away, off to do the laundry.
Weekends are nice, when you're a Domme. What new little torment can I think of for my little man...?
I hear the washing machine start up. Then the clothes dryer starts up. I like the smell of fresh dried clothes and how nice and warm they are when they first come out of the machine.
"Little man...?" I call to him.
His head pops around the doorway, ""Yes, Madam."
"Bring those towels from the dryer, here."
In a minute he is back with the towels, not yet folded. I press one to my face, so warm and soft. There are not half a dozen towels in the pile, but I only need one more. No point in making him re-wash all of them.
Standing up, I take off my shirt, slip my pants down to my ankles and step out of them. From the bottom of the pile, I pull out the warmest towel and set it down on the couch behind me, spread out. Before I sit down I pull off my panties. When I sit down I feel the warm towel on my butt cheeks, it's soothing and comfortable.
"Kneel before me, boy."
He does, his face looking hopeful. His breathing has changed, but I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed all these little things about himself. His eyes are on my boobs, the only part of me still clothed.
I smile at him then lean forward to kiss him and give his bottom lip a little bite. "Unfasten my bra."
I flip my hair forward, making sure it brushes his face and chest. His hands are sure and quick at the hook and eyes behind me. I hold the front of my bra rather than let it fall off too easily. Leaning back I smirk up at him as I wiggle myself forward inching my hips to the end of the couch. He has to back up before my knees push him away.
"This towel is so nice and warm on my bum. Feel my bum."
His hands start on my knees, one on each side. He slides his hands down my thighs, his fingertips gradually slipping lower until he is cupping my hips. "You feel very nice." He says.
"My boobies are a bit cold." I whisper.
"May I kiss them?" He asks.
"Not yet. Open my legs and kneel between my thighs."
He knows what to do, what I want. His hands slide back up to my knees, on the outside of my thighs. At my knees his fingers slip between my knees, pushing them apart slightly. Then he runs his hands up along the inside of my thighs, gently pushing my legs apart. I'm already wet and I know he can smell and see how much I'm enjoying this. I relax back against the couch, letting my thighs fall open farther.
"Now you can kiss my boobies."
I know this is not exactly what he wanted at that moment. The flicker of disappointment on his face makes me laugh quietly.
My bra is removed, but he holds back a moment, admiring the curves of my breasts and my nipples. He presses his face between my breasts, kissing the valley before moving to the peaks. I pretend not to notice his hands, placed on top of my thighs with his thumbs just brushing the lips of my pussy. The almost there touches are making me want more.
By now he is kissing and sucking one breast and then the other. He makes those funny little noises and I can see the apron has started to tent out in front of him.
"Stop." He freezes in place. "Lean back so I can see you, lift your apron so I can see your cock."
Reluctantly he removes his hands from me and lifts his apron. "Should I take it off?"
"No. It looks cute covering your happy, little cock." He lets the apron fall. "What may I do for you now, Madam?"
"You may kiss and lick my pussy and suck on my clit."
"Thank you, Madam."
"You'e welcome." It really is nice being a Domme on the weekends.
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19 August 2011
BDSM Flashers
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday June 24, 2004
A BDSM flasher is a story in a hundred words or less, with a BDSM theme or topic. Of course there are standard flashers too, I don't mean streakers. Just stories about general topics. Flasher, in this case, means it has a very tight word limit. Not all that different from writing haiku which has a limit of syllables, rather than words.
Can you do it? Think of it as a writing exercise. If you think this is too easy try cutting the word limit in half, you sadist. It does have to tell a story with a beginning, a middle and an ending. Just writing a short scene won't cut it.
Here's mine. As done for the BDSM Scribes http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BDSMScribes/ email list.
"Take off your clothes, little man." She circled him, grinning wickedly.
His skin tingled, anticipating her first touch. Squirming, breathing in short gasps, heart pounding, craving her domination, he hovered at the edge of jerking himself off.
"Do you really know what it means to be mine, slut?"
"Yes!" He said, feeling almost mad with heat and need.
"It means I can play any games I want. Or, I can send you home, right now."
"No!"
"Yes, little man. Go home. Obey."
So he left, without his clothes.
She sent an email. Tomorrow his real training would begin.
Now it's your turn. I know some of you are writers. See if you can top me. *evil grin*
A BDSM flasher is a story in a hundred words or less, with a BDSM theme or topic. Of course there are standard flashers too, I don't mean streakers. Just stories about general topics. Flasher, in this case, means it has a very tight word limit. Not all that different from writing haiku which has a limit of syllables, rather than words.
Can you do it? Think of it as a writing exercise. If you think this is too easy try cutting the word limit in half, you sadist. It does have to tell a story with a beginning, a middle and an ending. Just writing a short scene won't cut it.
Here's mine. As done for the BDSM Scribes http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BDSMScribes/ email list.
"Take off your clothes, little man." She circled him, grinning wickedly.
His skin tingled, anticipating her first touch. Squirming, breathing in short gasps, heart pounding, craving her domination, he hovered at the edge of jerking himself off.
"Do you really know what it means to be mine, slut?"
"Yes!" He said, feeling almost mad with heat and need.
"It means I can play any games I want. Or, I can send you home, right now."
"No!"
"Yes, little man. Go home. Obey."
So he left, without his clothes.
She sent an email. Tomorrow his real training would begin.
Now it's your turn. I know some of you are writers. See if you can top me. *evil grin*
03 August 2011
Small, Mysterious White Box
A small white box can hold all kinds of things, treasures, wonderful surprises and tricks too.
"Open the box." She said with a smile.
"What's in it?" He asked.
"Just open it." She said, pushing the box towards him.
"I don't trust you, you've got that look on your face. Dangerous." He held the box out, giving it back to her.
"Don't be silly."
"I'm not opening this box until I know what's in it." He said, pushing the box back to her.
"How are you going to know what's in the box until you open it?" She laughed.
"I just won't open it until you tell me."
"Well, I'm not planning on telling you."
"Fine!" He stated.
She took the box back and slipped it into her purse.
"Is that all? Are you just going to take it, without telling me anything?" He asked.
"Yes." She finished her latte and took the cup back to the coffee shop counter. Then she walked out and left. She didn't look back.
He watched her walk down the street until she was too far away to see from the window he was still sitting at. He stayed awhile. Long enough to know she wasn't coming back and she wasn't going to tell him what was in the box.
The word at Wank Wednesday today is box.
"Open the box." She said with a smile.
"What's in it?" He asked.
"Just open it." She said, pushing the box towards him.
"I don't trust you, you've got that look on your face. Dangerous." He held the box out, giving it back to her.
"Don't be silly."
"I'm not opening this box until I know what's in it." He said, pushing the box back to her.
"How are you going to know what's in the box until you open it?" She laughed.
"I just won't open it until you tell me."
"Well, I'm not planning on telling you."
"Fine!" He stated.
She took the box back and slipped it into her purse.
"Is that all? Are you just going to take it, without telling me anything?" He asked.
"Yes." She finished her latte and took the cup back to the coffee shop counter. Then she walked out and left. She didn't look back.
He watched her walk down the street until she was too far away to see from the window he was still sitting at. He stayed awhile. Long enough to know she wasn't coming back and she wasn't going to tell him what was in the box.
The word at Wank Wednesday today is box.
20 July 2011
Under the Clouds
I hadn't really looked at the clouds in years. I'd been busy. I'd been frustrated and I'd been indoors. This had been his idea, getting back to nature he'd said. Camping didn't seem like a good idea to me. I like running water!
But, here I am. In the middle of nowhere, in a woodsy area. Quiet. Lying on a blanket, sunbathing for the first time in years. The clouds float far over my head. The sky so blue in between. If this were a horror story I'd be in big trouble right about now. It's always the girls who have sex that die. The little virgins live on to film again.
The first orgasm had been nice, like a quick kiss. He still knelt between my thighs. His hands on me, lightly skimming touches over my the skin of my thighs, my belly and up to my breasts. Obediently waiting for me to tell him to kiss me or make love to me again.
The stress headache I'd carried around like an ogre on my back is gone. Instead I feel lighter and the back of my neck doesn't creak. I am content to just lie here, feeling sun warm my skin. Puffy white cotton balls slowly coast through the sky. Right now it's just me and those clouds. Hmm... that one looks like a dragon.
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This time Wank Wednesday is all about the clouds.
But, here I am. In the middle of nowhere, in a woodsy area. Quiet. Lying on a blanket, sunbathing for the first time in years. The clouds float far over my head. The sky so blue in between. If this were a horror story I'd be in big trouble right about now. It's always the girls who have sex that die. The little virgins live on to film again.
The first orgasm had been nice, like a quick kiss. He still knelt between my thighs. His hands on me, lightly skimming touches over my the skin of my thighs, my belly and up to my breasts. Obediently waiting for me to tell him to kiss me or make love to me again.
The stress headache I'd carried around like an ogre on my back is gone. Instead I feel lighter and the back of my neck doesn't creak. I am content to just lie here, feeling sun warm my skin. Puffy white cotton balls slowly coast through the sky. Right now it's just me and those clouds. Hmm... that one looks like a dragon.
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This time Wank Wednesday is all about the clouds.
07 July 2011
06 July 2011
Man Slut Gets Wet
The word for Wank Wednesday this week is: shine.
Man Slut Gets Wet
Water dripped from the end of his nose. Poor baby.
There he was, standing in a kiddie pool in the middle of the backyard, naked and feeling the chill even on such a humid day. I'd been hosing him with cold water while I watered the garden. My new innovation was to keep him blindfolded so he never knew when (or where) to expect the next soaking from the garden hose.
Blue balls are amusing; blue lips were a sign that the fun was over for him. Turning off the hose, I brought the big white towel and wrapped him up, rubbing it over his skin to take the chill off my poor little man slave.
"If you keep rubbing me that way something is going to pop out at you." He joked, his lips still shivering.
"Will I get three wishes?" I asked.
"Depends on what you wish for." He said.
Wrapping the towel around him, tucking his arms inside tightly, I took a moment to think. "Hmm, I wish for... real, home made hamburgers for dinner tonight."
He gave me a half bow. "That can be arranged to your satisfaction."
"Then I'd like to spend the evening reading the new book I started on the train this morning."
"Is that all you want to do this evening?" He asked.
"Mmm... I think so. Was there something else?"
"Well, I thought you might want to be nice to your man slave."
"True, I have taken a shine to him. He's been especially good lately."
"Good in what way?"
"Is he digging for compliments?" I laughed.
"No, no... He just wants to know what he did right so he can do it even better, and more often."
"I see. Well, he did let me laugh at him while he froze in the backyard today."
"So, he keeps you amused?"
"Yes." I pulled him out of the kiddie pool, careful he didn't slip while his arms were still tightly bound with the towel.
"Is that all?"
"He's a very good cook and a barista too. He makes me a great latte. He comes in handy when I don't want to carry all the groceries into the house. He's a good kisser too." I smiled, wickedly, pulling him down so I could let him kiss me.
The kiss was short, he was still too cold for me to let him stand there in the sliding door, half inside and half outside the house.
"He likes kissing you."
"Go to the bedroom man slave. You're still too cold. Luckily, I know how to warm you up, while being very nice to you."
"Yes Lady", he said. He turned, let the towel slip down his back and rest just under his butt cheeks as he walked away.
I laughed, "What a good little man slut you are!"
Man Slut Gets Wet
Water dripped from the end of his nose. Poor baby.
There he was, standing in a kiddie pool in the middle of the backyard, naked and feeling the chill even on such a humid day. I'd been hosing him with cold water while I watered the garden. My new innovation was to keep him blindfolded so he never knew when (or where) to expect the next soaking from the garden hose.
Blue balls are amusing; blue lips were a sign that the fun was over for him. Turning off the hose, I brought the big white towel and wrapped him up, rubbing it over his skin to take the chill off my poor little man slave.
"If you keep rubbing me that way something is going to pop out at you." He joked, his lips still shivering.
"Will I get three wishes?" I asked.
"Depends on what you wish for." He said.
Wrapping the towel around him, tucking his arms inside tightly, I took a moment to think. "Hmm, I wish for... real, home made hamburgers for dinner tonight."
He gave me a half bow. "That can be arranged to your satisfaction."
"Then I'd like to spend the evening reading the new book I started on the train this morning."
"Is that all you want to do this evening?" He asked.
"Mmm... I think so. Was there something else?"
"Well, I thought you might want to be nice to your man slave."
"True, I have taken a shine to him. He's been especially good lately."
"Good in what way?"
"Is he digging for compliments?" I laughed.
"No, no... He just wants to know what he did right so he can do it even better, and more often."
"I see. Well, he did let me laugh at him while he froze in the backyard today."
"So, he keeps you amused?"
"Yes." I pulled him out of the kiddie pool, careful he didn't slip while his arms were still tightly bound with the towel.
"Is that all?"
"He's a very good cook and a barista too. He makes me a great latte. He comes in handy when I don't want to carry all the groceries into the house. He's a good kisser too." I smiled, wickedly, pulling him down so I could let him kiss me.
The kiss was short, he was still too cold for me to let him stand there in the sliding door, half inside and half outside the house.
"He likes kissing you."
"Go to the bedroom man slave. You're still too cold. Luckily, I know how to warm you up, while being very nice to you."
"Yes Lady", he said. He turned, let the towel slip down his back and rest just under his butt cheeks as he walked away.
I laughed, "What a good little man slut you are!"
21 June 2011
A Conference of Dommes
Read more about Wank Wednesday and the smut written for the writing prompt "conference".
Three of us arrived at the coffee shop. You would think we had planned it that way, so co-ordinated. Of course, it wasn't planned at all. In spite of what the men like to think, Dommes have a life outside of fetishes. Anyway, that's just my pet peeve. We did get there, right at the door, at the same time. I knew the others were Dommes right away by their tattoos, black leather and other fetish wear. They had no idea about me.
They walked in and picked a table by a window. I didn't go over, instead I went to the counter and got my latte first. I considered something gooey and chocolate too but I am trying very hard to be good and resist sweets. My sister is getting married and I'd like to have a few less curves at the wedding. Don't think I am too slender, one of those women forever working on her shape. I'm better than voluptuous already. I licked my lips, looking at the chocolates from a local bakery and ordered a toasted cream cheese bagel instead. I was going to miss lunch anyway.
Turning around with my latte and the tag that promised a bagel would be delivered soon, I assessed the room and sucked in a breath. I don't fit in. That's not a size thing, I just don't look the way people picture a Dom woman should look. I look like me. It's really enough just being me. I've taken about 40 years to get this far so I really don't want to be someone else or get into some role play to suit anyone else. Life should be less complicated than that.
Both of the women were up at the counter now. The sub had arrived however, and was guarding the table and the three empty seats around him. He had a little of the shell shocked look, nervous and yet clingy looking and wanting to please too. Too much. Not going to be one I'd have fond memories of. Too needy was never a good thing in male submissives.
I picked my way over to the table, plonked my purse down on the floor to one side of a chair and set down my latte with the care a good coffee deserves. I set the bagel claim tag in the middle of the table, easily visible. I did not look at the sub or acknowledge him. I could feel him noticing me, nervous, wondering why I had chosen to sit there and how was he going to ask me to move, politely. Silly man. They really can't see beyond the black leather they expect.
The other women came to the table, together again. They must know each other. But we had all met virtually, through the online D/s group. This conference was planned a week ago. It took that long to work out the time and day for everyone. We greeted each other by just meeting eyes across the table. It wasn't an informal occasion and we were going to keep the subbie nervous and guessing intentionally. There were no introductions from the women but the sub knew the protocol and we were letting him sink or swim with it. So far he was sinking.
My cream cheese bagel was brought and I smiled and thanked the barista. Still the sub was silent, looking at each of us in turn but not following the program. It could be a really short conference at this rate. My latte was really good. The other women were quietly drinking their coffee as well. Both had gone the bagel route as well. Looks like I'm not the only one not giving in to chocolate temptations.
The male sub had nothing, he wasn't allowed to order anything himself. He had to ask for anything he wanted during this conference. But, he was to introduce himself first. Then he was to get to the point of this conference by offering himself as a male sub for the Domme Tea Party being organized in the Spring, next year. We needed to be really picky about the men attending. They had to really know their place and yet not be the needy, begging, clingy types. It was a fine line.
I pulled my purse onto my lap and pulled out my little ladybug watch to check the time but mostly to give this sub half a clue. It was a quarter of an hour since I had walked in the door. If he didn't start soon I could leave in about 20 minutes and still use my original transfer to catch the bus home. As nice as it would be to save a few bucks...
When I looked up the other two women were looking at the sub, less patiently. He must be feeling like a turkey trussed up for the oven if their heated glares were anything to go by. I'd laugh, but this was a formal meeting.
The sub jumped up from the table and ran into the washroom. Then I did laugh. The other women sort of laughed and rolled their eyes.
"Should we wait for him or just strike him off the subbie list now?" One of them asked. I'm pretty sure she was Jeannette, the one who liked black leather.
"I think we're done here, as far as the conference goes. At least the coffee really is good. I'll be back next time I'm in the area." I said.
"How was the trip? Did the bus get there in good time?" Shondra was the other woman. She had gotten a ride today but was a regular bus taker too. So she appreciated the hour long bus ride.
"It was all good. I still have my trusty Walkman."
We didn't have much else to say then. Shondra didn't want to keep her ride home waiting any longer than necessary so she left first. Jeannette finished her bagel and coffee. I think she was just curious to see if the subbie put in another appearance or tried to slink out unnoticed. But, he didn't. She offered me a ride home, which was very nice of her. But, I was enjoying the latte and being a latte poke, I was quite happy to sit there by the window with a good book for awhile longer. So she left too.
I pulled out my book but people watching from the window kept me from reading much. It was so nice to be out, having the rest of the day to myself, unplanned and unpromised.
I think I did jump a bit, startled, when the sub came out of hiding and sat back down in his same seat next to me. "Hi." He said. His breath smelled bad. Likely he had worked himself up and done more than just wash his hands in there. In the time between I had gotten out of formal mode and didn't really want to deal with him. I guess I should have known I'd be stuck with him if I didn't leave when the others did. Sometimes I am just really bad at picking up on the social things. I bet Jeannette thought I had intentionally stayed to talk to the subbie. I hadn't.
"Hello." I said back, the Canadian nice girl thing not letting me ignore him after a direct greeting. I didn't offer a smile or any friendly encouragement. Maybe he'd just go away.
"I guess I really blew the whole thing." He looked down at the table for a moment. But snapped up again with a sparkle of hope in his eyes. "Do you think they'd give me another chance?"
I would have given him a polite answer at that point. But, he leaned towards me, I could really smell his barf breath, then he put his hand on my thigh. Well, what would you do if that were you?
It isn't my way to lose my own dignity in a public place, especially a place with such great coffee. I just stood up, packed up my purse with my book and the few bites left of my bagel wrapped up in a napkin. I pushed the lid onto my latte and walked out the door. No looking back. It was ruined by the fact that I had to wait for the bus, almost right outside the door. But, this one time in my life, the bus arrived right when I needed it to. No one got off and no one but me got on. So off I went.
Did he get the clue, you may wonder? No, he did not. Next day he was back posting to the Tea Party forum and asking for another conference. He even insisted he had gotten three bad Dommes who didn't understand or give him a real chance. But, a month later he was nothing but gone. Usually those wanker types don't have any endurance, in any way that matters.
20 June 2011
Little Virgin
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday August 18, 2003
He looks brave, standing there. His hands skim my naked skin like butterflies, intense yet without direction. I like it. I know this is very intense for him, his first time.
He's not handsome but there was something about him. When he let it slip that he was still a virgin I couldn't resist the sexual drama of being the first. After all, a woman only gets so many chances to truly be worshipped.
So, here we are. The hotel is nice, the carpets are soft and white. The sheets are smooth and white. His shirt is crisp, cotton, white and still covering his body. I know he's feeling intimidated by my nakedness. I like it. I love knowing I'm in control of my own seduction.
"Would you like to lie down?" I ask.
"Yes." He says quickly, highly agreeable.
I smile and vamp my way to the bed. Hips swaying, a flip of the hair and a backwards look to guide him. "Why don't you take off some clothes? Have you ever thought about stripping for a woman?"
I wonder if it's too much added pressure but he smiles, softly and at least takes off his shoes.
"Come on, let me see you. I like touching my lovers."
He becomes an eager puppy and begins pulling off clothes like a teenager just in from a ten week camping trip. I didn't mean for him to be so quick and I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. "Slow down, we've got all night. Fold your clothes and stack them on the chair, there."
He rolls his eyes at me but obeys. I don't wait for an invitation I just walk over and lightly run my fingernails over his butt cheeks. I laugh at his surprised look. "I'm not your Mother, just cause I want you to be tidy."
"My Mother? She's older than you are. I don't think she's very sexy, the way you are."
Not much on the compliments but what did I really expect from a 20 year old virgin? "Come to bed now." I pick up his tie and wrap it around his neck in a loose knot, using it to lead him. I've always liked having a man at the end of my rope.
We lie on the bed, facing each other, side by side. He is focused on my breasts. Completely focused, I immerse myself in the feeling of goddessness. "Touch them, Michael. See how hard the nipples are getting, just waiting for you to play."
"Can I lick you there?" He asks.
"I'd like that." He lacks finesse but not enthusiasm. I almost giggle when he finds a few ticklish spots.
He squeezes my nipple and I moan in surprised pleasure. "Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?" I cover his fingers with mine, urging him on.
"No, I'd like you to suck them now." My fingers find his cock, it's hard, very hard. The tip is already wet with pre-cum. Of course, I can't resist gripping his cock and playing my own game of tug of war. It's so soft and firm. I'm already eager to have it inside me.
I shift position and lie on my back. I can feel my pussy getting tight and leaking past the lips.
"Can I... feel your pussy?" He asks. I just wiggle closer and open my legs. His fingers are trembling slightly as they reach the lips of my pussy. I can feel his arm settle over my thigh. His breath is fanning my wet nipples causing them to tighten painfully. By now, I'm not sure which of us is more aroused, more ready.
His fingers sink into my pussy, exploring the juiciness and brushing my clit accidentally a few times before finding it and grabbing on. Suddenly he seems to turn into a master of the game. He spreads the lips of my pussy and shoves his face in. His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks, hard. I almost have an orgasm as the pace rockets right out of foreplay and off the map. I begin to doubt he was a virgin after all.
Two fingers discover the source of all that wetness running between my thighs. Plunging into me, making room for a third finger as his tongue continues to ravish my clit. My fingers curl through his hair, holding on, needing to hold onto something. I can no longer lie still, my body twists and bucks under his.
Just as I think I can't take any more he rises up and penetrates my clenching vagina with his hard cock. I was so tight I feel like the virgin now. He doesn't ask if he hurt me, maybe he thinks women are always that tight. It wasn't easy but it feels exceptionally good. I am full of cock, stretching to hold him inside of me. My muscles grip him and I'm too far gone to let go.
He is grunting, gripping my waist so hard I know there will be bruises. Somehow his cock penetrates deeper, I can feel him bumping up against my cervix. I'm so full of cock and so ready to come I can't stand it.
Then he leans down, breathing into my ear, "You really like that don't you?" His hips rock forward, pushing me into the mattress, grinding his hips into mine. "You really like teasing and seducing virgins, don't you?" He drags his hands up my body, over my belly, twisting my nipples and then grabbing my shoulders, pinning me down with his hands and his cock.
"I don't think it occurred to you that just cause I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want. I'm going to ride you hard and then I'm going to take MY time and do everything I've seen in all that smut, to you."
I'm speechless as his mouth covers mine, kissing hard, pushing his tongue through my lips. His hands return to my breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling my breasts up into points.
I come, fast and hard and long. My body tenses up, my pussy grips his cock, pulling it even deeper as I orgasm. Then, I'm spent, limp under him, unable to move.
As I wait, wondering if he will come now too, I am startled into awareness to find he is handcuffing me to the night stand. He kisses me, almost tenderly this time. "I'm not done yet..."
He looks brave, standing there. His hands skim my naked skin like butterflies, intense yet without direction. I like it. I know this is very intense for him, his first time.
He's not handsome but there was something about him. When he let it slip that he was still a virgin I couldn't resist the sexual drama of being the first. After all, a woman only gets so many chances to truly be worshipped.
So, here we are. The hotel is nice, the carpets are soft and white. The sheets are smooth and white. His shirt is crisp, cotton, white and still covering his body. I know he's feeling intimidated by my nakedness. I like it. I love knowing I'm in control of my own seduction.
"Would you like to lie down?" I ask.
"Yes." He says quickly, highly agreeable.
I smile and vamp my way to the bed. Hips swaying, a flip of the hair and a backwards look to guide him. "Why don't you take off some clothes? Have you ever thought about stripping for a woman?"
I wonder if it's too much added pressure but he smiles, softly and at least takes off his shoes.
"Come on, let me see you. I like touching my lovers."
He becomes an eager puppy and begins pulling off clothes like a teenager just in from a ten week camping trip. I didn't mean for him to be so quick and I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. "Slow down, we've got all night. Fold your clothes and stack them on the chair, there."
He rolls his eyes at me but obeys. I don't wait for an invitation I just walk over and lightly run my fingernails over his butt cheeks. I laugh at his surprised look. "I'm not your Mother, just cause I want you to be tidy."
"My Mother? She's older than you are. I don't think she's very sexy, the way you are."
Not much on the compliments but what did I really expect from a 20 year old virgin? "Come to bed now." I pick up his tie and wrap it around his neck in a loose knot, using it to lead him. I've always liked having a man at the end of my rope.
We lie on the bed, facing each other, side by side. He is focused on my breasts. Completely focused, I immerse myself in the feeling of goddessness. "Touch them, Michael. See how hard the nipples are getting, just waiting for you to play."
"Can I lick you there?" He asks.
"I'd like that." He lacks finesse but not enthusiasm. I almost giggle when he finds a few ticklish spots.
He squeezes my nipple and I moan in surprised pleasure. "Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?" I cover his fingers with mine, urging him on.
"No, I'd like you to suck them now." My fingers find his cock, it's hard, very hard. The tip is already wet with pre-cum. Of course, I can't resist gripping his cock and playing my own game of tug of war. It's so soft and firm. I'm already eager to have it inside me.
I shift position and lie on my back. I can feel my pussy getting tight and leaking past the lips.
"Can I... feel your pussy?" He asks. I just wiggle closer and open my legs. His fingers are trembling slightly as they reach the lips of my pussy. I can feel his arm settle over my thigh. His breath is fanning my wet nipples causing them to tighten painfully. By now, I'm not sure which of us is more aroused, more ready.
His fingers sink into my pussy, exploring the juiciness and brushing my clit accidentally a few times before finding it and grabbing on. Suddenly he seems to turn into a master of the game. He spreads the lips of my pussy and shoves his face in. His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks, hard. I almost have an orgasm as the pace rockets right out of foreplay and off the map. I begin to doubt he was a virgin after all.
Two fingers discover the source of all that wetness running between my thighs. Plunging into me, making room for a third finger as his tongue continues to ravish my clit. My fingers curl through his hair, holding on, needing to hold onto something. I can no longer lie still, my body twists and bucks under his.
Just as I think I can't take any more he rises up and penetrates my clenching vagina with his hard cock. I was so tight I feel like the virgin now. He doesn't ask if he hurt me, maybe he thinks women are always that tight. It wasn't easy but it feels exceptionally good. I am full of cock, stretching to hold him inside of me. My muscles grip him and I'm too far gone to let go.
He is grunting, gripping my waist so hard I know there will be bruises. Somehow his cock penetrates deeper, I can feel him bumping up against my cervix. I'm so full of cock and so ready to come I can't stand it.
Then he leans down, breathing into my ear, "You really like that don't you?" His hips rock forward, pushing me into the mattress, grinding his hips into mine. "You really like teasing and seducing virgins, don't you?" He drags his hands up my body, over my belly, twisting my nipples and then grabbing my shoulders, pinning me down with his hands and his cock.
"I don't think it occurred to you that just cause I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know what I want. I'm going to ride you hard and then I'm going to take MY time and do everything I've seen in all that smut, to you."
I'm speechless as his mouth covers mine, kissing hard, pushing his tongue through my lips. His hands return to my breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling my breasts up into points.
I come, fast and hard and long. My body tenses up, my pussy grips his cock, pulling it even deeper as I orgasm. Then, I'm spent, limp under him, unable to move.
As I wait, wondering if he will come now too, I am startled into awareness to find he is handcuffing me to the night stand. He kisses me, almost tenderly this time. "I'm not done yet..."
10 June 2011
Secret Bedroom Confession
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday March 24, 2003
Shhh... I have to type softly, he's still sleeping. But while it's all still fresh in my mind and on my skin, I wanted to tell you my secret bedroom confession. Of course, I'm only telling this to you cause... well... I don't really know why. I guess it's like that whole mountain climbing thing, you were there at the time.
It all started when he saw me at the McDonalds. I just wanted a coffee but I was all out of change. Pretty sad, and I really needed a coffee. I turned to face him, knowing already that a hunky looking guy was behind me in line. I'd spent all the 4 minutes he was there brushing my behind against his jacket. I'm sure he noticed me.
Anyway, I smiled and let my coat slip away from my breasts. I wasn't wearing much of a shirt. It was a hot day, in more than one way, if I know what I mean. He looked, I knew he would. But, he didn't say anything to me. Just reached out to the counter and put a dollar down. It was enough for my coffee. Then he brushed past me and told the cashier to add his own order to that. I had to wait for my coffee. I was kind of annoyed, I'm not a girl who's used to waiting.
He pretty much ignored me. But I put that down to playing some kind of hard to get game. Men that say I'm too easy tend to like that kind of game. I think they just want the chase. So I let them.
I took my coffee from his tray and then sat down, one seat away from him. He ate his lunch, a greasy burger and fries and he seemed to forget all about me. Of course, I'm ME! So I knew he was just playing that game.
I finished my coffee, I wanted to be ready when he was. He was ready, boy was he ready! In just a few seconds he surprised me, picking me up and carrying me out the door. I only just managed to grab my purse! I think he even took his tray to the garbage. That was thoughtful. The other customers in the store looked surprised but no one did anything, other than gape at us.
I didn't really say much. What was there to say? He seemed to know what he was doing and I knew damn well what I wanted. Words would just get in the way. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell or ask names or much of anything else.
We ended up going to his place. It's not the home of a neat freak that's for sure. But, since he made a beeline for the bed I didn't spend much time looking around. I did notice this computer and I wondered if we had ever met online. Maybe this would really be our second date. But, I didn't have time to ask him if he was into cyber sex. He was yanking off my clothes as if I were some mannequin or blow up doll. Now that I think about it, I can see some suspicious looking plastic under his bed.
Anyway, the sex was good. Fast, hard and deep. He rocked my world for about 15 minutes. At least I did manage to have an orgasm before he passed out.
So, here I am. My shirt got ripped so I've taken one from his closet. So far I haven't found my other boot. I did find his wallet though. His name's Wally, of all things. I can't believe I slept with a Wally. Well, now you know.
Shhh... I have to type softly, he's still sleeping. But while it's all still fresh in my mind and on my skin, I wanted to tell you my secret bedroom confession. Of course, I'm only telling this to you cause... well... I don't really know why. I guess it's like that whole mountain climbing thing, you were there at the time.
It all started when he saw me at the McDonalds. I just wanted a coffee but I was all out of change. Pretty sad, and I really needed a coffee. I turned to face him, knowing already that a hunky looking guy was behind me in line. I'd spent all the 4 minutes he was there brushing my behind against his jacket. I'm sure he noticed me.
Anyway, I smiled and let my coat slip away from my breasts. I wasn't wearing much of a shirt. It was a hot day, in more than one way, if I know what I mean. He looked, I knew he would. But, he didn't say anything to me. Just reached out to the counter and put a dollar down. It was enough for my coffee. Then he brushed past me and told the cashier to add his own order to that. I had to wait for my coffee. I was kind of annoyed, I'm not a girl who's used to waiting.
He pretty much ignored me. But I put that down to playing some kind of hard to get game. Men that say I'm too easy tend to like that kind of game. I think they just want the chase. So I let them.
I took my coffee from his tray and then sat down, one seat away from him. He ate his lunch, a greasy burger and fries and he seemed to forget all about me. Of course, I'm ME! So I knew he was just playing that game.
I finished my coffee, I wanted to be ready when he was. He was ready, boy was he ready! In just a few seconds he surprised me, picking me up and carrying me out the door. I only just managed to grab my purse! I think he even took his tray to the garbage. That was thoughtful. The other customers in the store looked surprised but no one did anything, other than gape at us.
I didn't really say much. What was there to say? He seemed to know what he was doing and I knew damn well what I wanted. Words would just get in the way. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell or ask names or much of anything else.
We ended up going to his place. It's not the home of a neat freak that's for sure. But, since he made a beeline for the bed I didn't spend much time looking around. I did notice this computer and I wondered if we had ever met online. Maybe this would really be our second date. But, I didn't have time to ask him if he was into cyber sex. He was yanking off my clothes as if I were some mannequin or blow up doll. Now that I think about it, I can see some suspicious looking plastic under his bed.
Anyway, the sex was good. Fast, hard and deep. He rocked my world for about 15 minutes. At least I did manage to have an orgasm before he passed out.
So, here I am. My shirt got ripped so I've taken one from his closet. So far I haven't found my other boot. I did find his wallet though. His name's Wally, of all things. I can't believe I slept with a Wally. Well, now you know.
04 May 2011
A Bad End: A Bride Denied
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday February 20, 2004
"Greg, I'd be lying if I said this was going to hurt you as much as it's going to hurt me. It's not going to hurt me at all. In fact, I'm going to have fun while you squirm." Sharon jerked on his collar and slipped the leash through one of the metal loops. "Get up, you've got a long night ahead of you."
She yanked on the leash and pulled him along, back to the main room. Kicking the box and packaging out of her way she sat down on the couch and hauled him down over her lap. His hands were grabbed one at a time and locked onto the sides of his collar with handcuffs. It was very uncomfortable to have his arms twisted up mostly behind his back. He wasn't putting up with this!
Without saying anything Sharon began spanking him. Greg was so surprised he didn't even feel the sting of her hand right away. He started to get up but she jerked on the leash again, pulling him back down. When he still struggled to stand the leash was removed, she dug an elbow into the small of his back and then began whipping his ass with the leather leash. That really stung. Greg, struggled harder but she thwarted him by jabbing in her elbow harder. Other than becoming violent himself there was little he could do but let himself be spanked. It was humiliating.
The spanking didn't become painful, just stinging repeatedly. It felt like wasps were stinging his butt cheeks over and over again. Just as he was wondering how much more he could tolerate she stopped, hooked the leash back into his collar and shoved him off her lap and onto the floor. He looked up at her, his ass and his pride abused, and started getting mad.
"You have no right to do anything like that to me." He demanded.
"I have every right Greg. You're my male bride. You signed the contract, you handed over your identity and your life to the agency and myself." Sharon, pushed him over and stood up. "As far as the world is concerned you don't even exist any more. You belong to me, completely and until death."
Sharon left him on the floor. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold water. When she came back she had one for him, in a babyish plastic cup. "You didn't really read all those papers, did you?" She tossed the thick stack of papers at him and freed his hands so he could pick them up. "You should read them now. You really should have read them before. Though, I seriously doubt you would be here if you had." She laughed softly, without much sympathy and left him. She went to bed in her own room. He heard the door close, softly.
Greg spent the next several hours reading the contracts and paperwork. Finding out just how little control he now had over his own life and just how little he could do about it. At some point he tried to leave the apartment. But, it was locked from inside. No one would be coming in or getting out without some help from a security expert or the owner of the apartment and the security.
His ass was too sore to sit down so he went back to the bathroom and had a shower. He felt better then. He tried her bedroom door as he went by but it was locked. He was shut in the apartment and shut out of her room. Alone. Feeling pretty depressed and fatalistic he went into the smaller bedroom and feel asleep on top of the bed.
She was there when his eyes opened. She was the one who actually peeled his eyes open and prodded his numb ass. "It's Friday, I took off today and the weekend. Get up. Your first job of each day is to be up early and make the coffee. After that you can start what ever cleaning needs to be done. I make my own breakfast and will let you know when you can be fed. This morning I'll make my own coffee but it will be the last time."
He moaned but she didn't show any pity. When he turned over his ass felt on fire. So he half rolled off the bed, realizing he was alone again and went into the bathroom. She'd left out soap and a towel for him. Both had his name written on them in laundry marker. There were a few cupboards but each were locked. If he wanted anything to put on his ass he'd have to actually ask her for it. That was just a bit too much, he'd rather live with the pain.
Sharon had already made breakfast and was finishing her first cup of coffee when he finally wandered into the kitchen. So far she wasn't too impressed with Greg. He seemed more like a sulky kid than anyone you'd want to spend real time with. He was definitely ruining her long weekend. Little jerk. Well, she had already phoned the agency to come over and bring a replacement. Bianca, the agency founder had taken the call herself. She'd apologized for the unsatisfactory bride. There wasn't much to do until Bianca came over.
"You may as well have breakfast Greg. There's a kiddie bowl on the sideboard. Don't make a mess." Sharon was too annoyed to sit with him so she gathered up her coffee and went into the next room.
"What's for breakfast?" Called Greg. She ignored him. Was he really that dense?
"There's nothing here but Sugar Flakes." He whined. Yes, he really was that dense. Thankfully she wasn't going to be stuck with him.
Sharon spent the morning reading the paper and waiting for Bianca. Greg spent the morning lolling around her apartment, not cleaning up the wrappings from yesterday or his own breakfast mess from this morning. Sharon could feel her annoyance building into anger. Bianca had promised to be there just after noon. It couldn't be too soon.
"Greg, I'd be lying if I said this was going to hurt you as much as it's going to hurt me. It's not going to hurt me at all. In fact, I'm going to have fun while you squirm." Sharon jerked on his collar and slipped the leash through one of the metal loops. "Get up, you've got a long night ahead of you."
She yanked on the leash and pulled him along, back to the main room. Kicking the box and packaging out of her way she sat down on the couch and hauled him down over her lap. His hands were grabbed one at a time and locked onto the sides of his collar with handcuffs. It was very uncomfortable to have his arms twisted up mostly behind his back. He wasn't putting up with this!
Without saying anything Sharon began spanking him. Greg was so surprised he didn't even feel the sting of her hand right away. He started to get up but she jerked on the leash again, pulling him back down. When he still struggled to stand the leash was removed, she dug an elbow into the small of his back and then began whipping his ass with the leather leash. That really stung. Greg, struggled harder but she thwarted him by jabbing in her elbow harder. Other than becoming violent himself there was little he could do but let himself be spanked. It was humiliating.
The spanking didn't become painful, just stinging repeatedly. It felt like wasps were stinging his butt cheeks over and over again. Just as he was wondering how much more he could tolerate she stopped, hooked the leash back into his collar and shoved him off her lap and onto the floor. He looked up at her, his ass and his pride abused, and started getting mad.
"You have no right to do anything like that to me." He demanded.
"I have every right Greg. You're my male bride. You signed the contract, you handed over your identity and your life to the agency and myself." Sharon, pushed him over and stood up. "As far as the world is concerned you don't even exist any more. You belong to me, completely and until death."
Sharon left him on the floor. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold water. When she came back she had one for him, in a babyish plastic cup. "You didn't really read all those papers, did you?" She tossed the thick stack of papers at him and freed his hands so he could pick them up. "You should read them now. You really should have read them before. Though, I seriously doubt you would be here if you had." She laughed softly, without much sympathy and left him. She went to bed in her own room. He heard the door close, softly.
Greg spent the next several hours reading the contracts and paperwork. Finding out just how little control he now had over his own life and just how little he could do about it. At some point he tried to leave the apartment. But, it was locked from inside. No one would be coming in or getting out without some help from a security expert or the owner of the apartment and the security.
His ass was too sore to sit down so he went back to the bathroom and had a shower. He felt better then. He tried her bedroom door as he went by but it was locked. He was shut in the apartment and shut out of her room. Alone. Feeling pretty depressed and fatalistic he went into the smaller bedroom and feel asleep on top of the bed.
She was there when his eyes opened. She was the one who actually peeled his eyes open and prodded his numb ass. "It's Friday, I took off today and the weekend. Get up. Your first job of each day is to be up early and make the coffee. After that you can start what ever cleaning needs to be done. I make my own breakfast and will let you know when you can be fed. This morning I'll make my own coffee but it will be the last time."
He moaned but she didn't show any pity. When he turned over his ass felt on fire. So he half rolled off the bed, realizing he was alone again and went into the bathroom. She'd left out soap and a towel for him. Both had his name written on them in laundry marker. There were a few cupboards but each were locked. If he wanted anything to put on his ass he'd have to actually ask her for it. That was just a bit too much, he'd rather live with the pain.
Sharon had already made breakfast and was finishing her first cup of coffee when he finally wandered into the kitchen. So far she wasn't too impressed with Greg. He seemed more like a sulky kid than anyone you'd want to spend real time with. He was definitely ruining her long weekend. Little jerk. Well, she had already phoned the agency to come over and bring a replacement. Bianca, the agency founder had taken the call herself. She'd apologized for the unsatisfactory bride. There wasn't much to do until Bianca came over.
"You may as well have breakfast Greg. There's a kiddie bowl on the sideboard. Don't make a mess." Sharon was too annoyed to sit with him so she gathered up her coffee and went into the next room.
"What's for breakfast?" Called Greg. She ignored him. Was he really that dense?
"There's nothing here but Sugar Flakes." He whined. Yes, he really was that dense. Thankfully she wasn't going to be stuck with him.
Sharon spent the morning reading the paper and waiting for Bianca. Greg spent the morning lolling around her apartment, not cleaning up the wrappings from yesterday or his own breakfast mess from this morning. Sharon could feel her annoyance building into anger. Bianca had promised to be there just after noon. It couldn't be too soon.
03 May 2011
Male Order Bride
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday February 12, 2004
The package was delivered on time, wrapped in bright yellow paper and tied around with a neon pink ribbon. Just as it was shown in the fancy catalogue. Three men delivered it to her apartment, high in the sky of downtown Toronto. It was a heavy package. The men lingered, expecting a tip for services rendered. They didn't know her of course. She wasn't a big tipper, not for those kind of services anyway. They soon left and she was alone with her package.
All was quiet for awhile. She took her time, made fresh coffee, kicked off her high heeled work shoes and flipped through the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She knew it wouldn't stay quiet for ever. She was right, as usual.
The package began making moaning sounds. Before long it began moving, being bumped from within. She wasn't alarmed. She knew she could expect just what she had ordered. The company was very reliable. None of her orders had been anything less than perfect in the past. The only difference was this time it was personal. This time she had ordered for herself. Not another friend, a co-worker or a needy relative. This one was all hers.
So, when she finally had enough thrill of suspense she unwrapped her package. The ribbon unwound and the yellow paper ripped easily. The lid of the box was at last opened by the man not quite patiently waiting inside, her own male order bride.
Getting out of the box was interesting. She laughed as he tried to figure out how to escape a cardboard box without looking foolish. It was a losing battle. How could any naked man not look foolish while trying to escape from a cardboard box? She gave him a break and tipped him over. It seemed to hurt his dignity to have to crawl out, like a lizard, on his belly. But she liked it.
"I'm Sharon. Do you have your papers, little man?" She said.
"Yes." He pulled a thick envelope out of the box and gave it to her. He remained on his knees in front of her, waiting as he had been told to do.
"So... Greg, welcome to my home. You may make use of the washroom while I check your papers."
"Thank you." He dashed off quickly before realizing he had no idea where to go. He turned back to ask but she had already turned away, leaving him on his own.
However, he found it wasn't a big place and after opening a door to her bedroom and a second bedroom he found the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shower would have been great but the agency had prepared him with lotions and such and he didn't want to wash all that off before he knew she was pleased enough to keep him and sign all the papers. At least she was easy on the eyes. That had been one of his worries. It wouldn't be easy to please a woman he didn't find pleasing.
Sharon, meanwhile, had already skimmed the papers and signed them. The agency had sent her a copy to check over already, the paperwork sent with the bride was just an extra copy for him to keep. To let him think he still had some options. Sharon was about to let him know differently.
Greg had just finished washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. He almost protested the invasion before remembering the bargain he'd made. He was her bride, as they called him. In exchange for his room, board and spending money, he now belonged to her. Not a bad deal if you can get it. So his friends had told him. He was less sure now than he had been when he first signed up. Still, it was a lot better than being homeless.
"Everything seems in order Greg. But I want to check more than your paperwork." She circled around him, trailing her fingers over his naked skin. "Make your cock hard so I can see how you look with a hard on. When you're ready come into the hallway." She turned off the bathroom light and left him.
Greg felt pretty strange. As if being unwrapped from a box, naked, wasn't unordinary enough. But, it was a simple enough thing to do. He began stroking his cock, slowly at first. Thinking about her and what he had seen of her body through her skirt and blouse. The red colour had been quite a turn on. It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to achieve a good erection and find his way into the hall still stroking his now hard cock.
She was waiting with a stop watch. "Very good Greg. Not bad time at all for the first time. Now you can go into your bedroom, lie on the bed and wait for me. Keep your cock hard until I come to use you." She pointed him to the smaller bedroom beside her own.
Sharon brought a leash and collar with her when she came back. They were red with silver studs. The collar had several large loops for attachments. The collar was locked around his neck with a thick padlock.
"This is a training collar. Later you will have a permanent collar which will be welded shut around your neck. Now, my little man bride, lie down on your bed and be a good boy."
Sharon pushed him backwards until he mostly fell across the bed. She pulled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties and sat astride his hips. Greg was getting harder, liking the rough treatment and the promise of sex of course. Sharon rose up a little, took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip along her pussy lips. Greg felt her wetness as his cock dipped in, between her wet lips. Sharon shifted up and took his cock inside her, pushing down against him until his cock filled her pussy. Greg gasped, bucking his hips up, penetrating her himself. The agency had denied him sex for months but he was kept in a state of almost constant arousal. This was what he had been begging for! His balls began to tighten and he could feel his cock pounding with building pressure, needing so much to come.
That's when Sharon slapped him. Not a hard slap. Just a quick, sharp smack on one cheek to get his attention. It did.
"You may not come yet my bride. You have to please me first. If you can't do that you will go without yourself, do you understand?"
"Yes" Greg managed to gasp. He tried to think of something that would cool down his raging need to come. Nothing much came to mind, just her round, firm breasts, bouncing slightly as she continued to ride his cock. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around his cock, the feel of her wet pussy... He couldn't help it. He came all at once, all of a sudden. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
"Well little bride. You haven't pleased me, not very well at all."
Greg couldn't even answer.
Sharon leaned down over his prone and now slack body. She whispered in his ear, "You're going to be punished now."
The package was delivered on time, wrapped in bright yellow paper and tied around with a neon pink ribbon. Just as it was shown in the fancy catalogue. Three men delivered it to her apartment, high in the sky of downtown Toronto. It was a heavy package. The men lingered, expecting a tip for services rendered. They didn't know her of course. She wasn't a big tipper, not for those kind of services anyway. They soon left and she was alone with her package.
All was quiet for awhile. She took her time, made fresh coffee, kicked off her high heeled work shoes and flipped through the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She knew it wouldn't stay quiet for ever. She was right, as usual.
The package began making moaning sounds. Before long it began moving, being bumped from within. She wasn't alarmed. She knew she could expect just what she had ordered. The company was very reliable. None of her orders had been anything less than perfect in the past. The only difference was this time it was personal. This time she had ordered for herself. Not another friend, a co-worker or a needy relative. This one was all hers.
So, when she finally had enough thrill of suspense she unwrapped her package. The ribbon unwound and the yellow paper ripped easily. The lid of the box was at last opened by the man not quite patiently waiting inside, her own male order bride.
Getting out of the box was interesting. She laughed as he tried to figure out how to escape a cardboard box without looking foolish. It was a losing battle. How could any naked man not look foolish while trying to escape from a cardboard box? She gave him a break and tipped him over. It seemed to hurt his dignity to have to crawl out, like a lizard, on his belly. But she liked it.
"I'm Sharon. Do you have your papers, little man?" She said.
"Yes." He pulled a thick envelope out of the box and gave it to her. He remained on his knees in front of her, waiting as he had been told to do.
"So... Greg, welcome to my home. You may make use of the washroom while I check your papers."
"Thank you." He dashed off quickly before realizing he had no idea where to go. He turned back to ask but she had already turned away, leaving him on his own.
However, he found it wasn't a big place and after opening a door to her bedroom and a second bedroom he found the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shower would have been great but the agency had prepared him with lotions and such and he didn't want to wash all that off before he knew she was pleased enough to keep him and sign all the papers. At least she was easy on the eyes. That had been one of his worries. It wouldn't be easy to please a woman he didn't find pleasing.
Sharon, meanwhile, had already skimmed the papers and signed them. The agency had sent her a copy to check over already, the paperwork sent with the bride was just an extra copy for him to keep. To let him think he still had some options. Sharon was about to let him know differently.
Greg had just finished washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. He almost protested the invasion before remembering the bargain he'd made. He was her bride, as they called him. In exchange for his room, board and spending money, he now belonged to her. Not a bad deal if you can get it. So his friends had told him. He was less sure now than he had been when he first signed up. Still, it was a lot better than being homeless.
"Everything seems in order Greg. But I want to check more than your paperwork." She circled around him, trailing her fingers over his naked skin. "Make your cock hard so I can see how you look with a hard on. When you're ready come into the hallway." She turned off the bathroom light and left him.
Greg felt pretty strange. As if being unwrapped from a box, naked, wasn't unordinary enough. But, it was a simple enough thing to do. He began stroking his cock, slowly at first. Thinking about her and what he had seen of her body through her skirt and blouse. The red colour had been quite a turn on. It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to achieve a good erection and find his way into the hall still stroking his now hard cock.
She was waiting with a stop watch. "Very good Greg. Not bad time at all for the first time. Now you can go into your bedroom, lie on the bed and wait for me. Keep your cock hard until I come to use you." She pointed him to the smaller bedroom beside her own.
Sharon brought a leash and collar with her when she came back. They were red with silver studs. The collar had several large loops for attachments. The collar was locked around his neck with a thick padlock.
"This is a training collar. Later you will have a permanent collar which will be welded shut around your neck. Now, my little man bride, lie down on your bed and be a good boy."
Sharon pushed him backwards until he mostly fell across the bed. She pulled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties and sat astride his hips. Greg was getting harder, liking the rough treatment and the promise of sex of course. Sharon rose up a little, took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip along her pussy lips. Greg felt her wetness as his cock dipped in, between her wet lips. Sharon shifted up and took his cock inside her, pushing down against him until his cock filled her pussy. Greg gasped, bucking his hips up, penetrating her himself. The agency had denied him sex for months but he was kept in a state of almost constant arousal. This was what he had been begging for! His balls began to tighten and he could feel his cock pounding with building pressure, needing so much to come.
That's when Sharon slapped him. Not a hard slap. Just a quick, sharp smack on one cheek to get his attention. It did.
"You may not come yet my bride. You have to please me first. If you can't do that you will go without yourself, do you understand?"
"Yes" Greg managed to gasp. He tried to think of something that would cool down his raging need to come. Nothing much came to mind, just her round, firm breasts, bouncing slightly as she continued to ride his cock. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around his cock, the feel of her wet pussy... He couldn't help it. He came all at once, all of a sudden. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
"Well little bride. You haven't pleased me, not very well at all."
Greg couldn't even answer.
Sharon leaned down over his prone and now slack body. She whispered in his ear, "You're going to be punished now."
25 April 2011
Dommes Behaving Badly
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Sunday March 09, 2003
This is the rough draft for a story I'm working on. It's not even done to the end yet but there is enough here to get you started.
"I don't want to." Chris looked down at the package Laura has just dropped in his lap. He was relaxing in front of the TV after making breakfast and cleaning up the dishes. It was Saturday and he had planned to have some time for himself.
She stood over him, expectantly, waiting. As he tried to ignore her she grew impatient and sat on his lap. He couldn't pretend to ignore her now. She leaned into his chest and bit his bottom lip. Her fingers curled in his hair and trailed down his arms. "Do you really just want to watch TV?"
Chris wasn't in the mood to resist a good invitation. "What's in the package?" He asked, growling to show her the effect she was having on his temper.
"Just a little something for you to play with. Did I remind you what day it is today?" She licked her way around his lips then pushed her tongue between them, kissing him deeply. Now her fingers had found their way into his pants pockets. She rubbed his lower belly through the pockets, feeling her way lower but taking her time. As her fingers found his hardening cock she ended the kiss. "Looks like you're in a much better mood now." She laughed softly, her breath warming his chin.
Chris picked her up leaving the package to fall to the floor. His immediate plan was to get control of her before she got him too far along to care. She felt good in his arms. He squeezed her close to his body, liking the little surprised squeal she made. He pushed open the bedroom door with his foot and dumped her on the bed. Before she had righted herself he was stripping off his jeans. It would be a close thing but he seemed to be in the lead. Of course, things could change in a heartbeat. He loved when she regained control and made him wait.
She licked her lips, getting a good look at him naked. He knew how much that turned her on. But it was a dangerous game. Having him naked while she was still clothed brought out the Domme in her. He had to take charge now and quickly. "Strip for me little wench." He growled.
"Why should I do that?" She was the saucy wench, determined not to make it easy for him.
"Because that's what I want. Take off your clothes cause I want to see you naked. I'm going feel how wet you are already and then I'm going to fill you up with cock and have my way with you." Her raised eyebrow was a challenge but her delighted squirm gave her away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was winning the battle of dominance today. It felt good to be strong, to be the one in charge. Mostly, it meant he could take her and not be made to wait until his balls were blue.
She stripped off her sweater. Proudly showing him her naked breasts. Playing with her nipples, taunting him. His cock jerked in reaction. Without thinking his hands reached out and took over for hers. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them until they became tightly pointed. Then he leaned down to slip one into his mouth, sucking hard. He kneaded her breast with his hands.
But, she slipped in a surprise move. He grunted as her fingers wrapped around his cock and began firmly milking him in return. He couldn't stop from pumping his hips.
"That's my good boy, get nice and hard for me. You know how much I like seeing your cock so hard and needy. Tell me how much you want me." She whispered.
Damn, he thought. She was making a definite bid for control and it was going to work too. Unless he removed himself from her fingers soon. He pulled his hips back, stepping away from her. Chris took in a deep breath he hoped she didn't notice. "You're being a very bad girl. I think it's time I taught you a lesson." He sighed softly, getting himself in control again. "Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?"
"We have a lot of really great sex with our husbands?" She grinned up at him.
"You're a delightfully saucy wench." He smiled back. But changed his look to that of the dastardly villain as he said, "Someone needs to show you the error of your ways. I think it will be me."
"Really? Do you think you're up to it?" She leered at his erect cock, making her meaning clear.
"In your case, I'm always on top of things." They both laughed. "Now come here wench and take your punishment."
She stripped off her jeans and slinked over to him wearing just her panties. "Oh, you're really scaring me now."
"I do try." He leered. She stood about a foot away, just in reach but not easy reach. He hooked her panties and pulled her to stand skin to skin with him. He could smell her, the scent of her shampoo and her arousal. He knew just how to touch her to make her gasp and squirm. But he held off, just pressing a hand to her back, holding her firmly against him. He listened to her breathing become faster and shallow. Then, he slid a hand down the back of her panties, cupping her bottom, giving her a few good squeezes.
She moaned and pushed herself into his hand. One of his fingers poked up, finding the space between her panties and her leg, pushing up to find her wetness and then easily slipping through to play with her pussy.
She moaned louder. Her breathing became a soft pant as her hands grabbed his shoulder and her nails dug in. Her legs parted and she looked up into his face, showing him how ready she was for him.
Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer himself he pulled her to the bed. This time he just kept her under him while he pulled the panties off, pushed her legs wide with his knees and penetrated her with his rock hard cock. Her legs clamped around him as they both moaned in pleasure. He rode her while she squeezed his cock inside her. In moments they tightened in orgasm, coming almost together. Her little aftershocks shivered along his cock while he finished pumping into her.
It was half an hour before either of them moved. He was dozing off when she wiggled out from under him. She kissed him tenderly and got up. He watched her get dressed, pulling on her jeans over fresh panties. She was still topless when she sat beside his prone body on the bed and kissed him again. Chris managed to move enough to pat her thigh.
"I don't think you remember what I told you about today?" She said, cuddling up to him.
"No, I can't think of anything. I feel too good to think." Chris let his eyes close. Her fingers began stroking his back, tracing patterns over his skin.
"Today is the day the other Dommes are coming over with their subs. We talked about it last month. You thought it was a good idea." She waited for him to reply but he was too stunned. He had completely forgotten. They had laughed about it, how fun it would be to have a munch of their own.
"That's today?" His eyes were open now, wide open and panicking. "I'm indisposed at the moment, do you think you could call them and make other arrangements?" Not that he had much hope for that idea.
"No, they're going to be here in half an hour. Assuming they aren't early." She moved on to trace her fingers over his bottom and the backs of his thighs. "I hope you'll recover soon cause you're going to be my delicious little stud muffin. I've got it all planned."
Chris moaned. Now he knew why she hadn't been too hard on him earlier. She had plans!
"I'm going to shower and you can listen for the door. Don't worry about getting dressed or showering off yourself, you look great just the way you are. Perfect in fact, I couldn't have planned it better myself." He swatted at her as she dashed off to the shower, laughing.
This is the rough draft for a story I'm working on. It's not even done to the end yet but there is enough here to get you started.
"I don't want to." Chris looked down at the package Laura has just dropped in his lap. He was relaxing in front of the TV after making breakfast and cleaning up the dishes. It was Saturday and he had planned to have some time for himself.
She stood over him, expectantly, waiting. As he tried to ignore her she grew impatient and sat on his lap. He couldn't pretend to ignore her now. She leaned into his chest and bit his bottom lip. Her fingers curled in his hair and trailed down his arms. "Do you really just want to watch TV?"
Chris wasn't in the mood to resist a good invitation. "What's in the package?" He asked, growling to show her the effect she was having on his temper.
"Just a little something for you to play with. Did I remind you what day it is today?" She licked her way around his lips then pushed her tongue between them, kissing him deeply. Now her fingers had found their way into his pants pockets. She rubbed his lower belly through the pockets, feeling her way lower but taking her time. As her fingers found his hardening cock she ended the kiss. "Looks like you're in a much better mood now." She laughed softly, her breath warming his chin.
Chris picked her up leaving the package to fall to the floor. His immediate plan was to get control of her before she got him too far along to care. She felt good in his arms. He squeezed her close to his body, liking the little surprised squeal she made. He pushed open the bedroom door with his foot and dumped her on the bed. Before she had righted herself he was stripping off his jeans. It would be a close thing but he seemed to be in the lead. Of course, things could change in a heartbeat. He loved when she regained control and made him wait.
She licked her lips, getting a good look at him naked. He knew how much that turned her on. But it was a dangerous game. Having him naked while she was still clothed brought out the Domme in her. He had to take charge now and quickly. "Strip for me little wench." He growled.
"Why should I do that?" She was the saucy wench, determined not to make it easy for him.
"Because that's what I want. Take off your clothes cause I want to see you naked. I'm going feel how wet you are already and then I'm going to fill you up with cock and have my way with you." Her raised eyebrow was a challenge but her delighted squirm gave her away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He was winning the battle of dominance today. It felt good to be strong, to be the one in charge. Mostly, it meant he could take her and not be made to wait until his balls were blue.
She stripped off her sweater. Proudly showing him her naked breasts. Playing with her nipples, taunting him. His cock jerked in reaction. Without thinking his hands reached out and took over for hers. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them until they became tightly pointed. Then he leaned down to slip one into his mouth, sucking hard. He kneaded her breast with his hands.
But, she slipped in a surprise move. He grunted as her fingers wrapped around his cock and began firmly milking him in return. He couldn't stop from pumping his hips.
"That's my good boy, get nice and hard for me. You know how much I like seeing your cock so hard and needy. Tell me how much you want me." She whispered.
Damn, he thought. She was making a definite bid for control and it was going to work too. Unless he removed himself from her fingers soon. He pulled his hips back, stepping away from her. Chris took in a deep breath he hoped she didn't notice. "You're being a very bad girl. I think it's time I taught you a lesson." He sighed softly, getting himself in control again. "Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?"
"We have a lot of really great sex with our husbands?" She grinned up at him.
"You're a delightfully saucy wench." He smiled back. But changed his look to that of the dastardly villain as he said, "Someone needs to show you the error of your ways. I think it will be me."
"Really? Do you think you're up to it?" She leered at his erect cock, making her meaning clear.
"In your case, I'm always on top of things." They both laughed. "Now come here wench and take your punishment."
She stripped off her jeans and slinked over to him wearing just her panties. "Oh, you're really scaring me now."
"I do try." He leered. She stood about a foot away, just in reach but not easy reach. He hooked her panties and pulled her to stand skin to skin with him. He could smell her, the scent of her shampoo and her arousal. He knew just how to touch her to make her gasp and squirm. But he held off, just pressing a hand to her back, holding her firmly against him. He listened to her breathing become faster and shallow. Then, he slid a hand down the back of her panties, cupping her bottom, giving her a few good squeezes.
She moaned and pushed herself into his hand. One of his fingers poked up, finding the space between her panties and her leg, pushing up to find her wetness and then easily slipping through to play with her pussy.
She moaned louder. Her breathing became a soft pant as her hands grabbed his shoulder and her nails dug in. Her legs parted and she looked up into his face, showing him how ready she was for him.
Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer himself he pulled her to the bed. This time he just kept her under him while he pulled the panties off, pushed her legs wide with his knees and penetrated her with his rock hard cock. Her legs clamped around him as they both moaned in pleasure. He rode her while she squeezed his cock inside her. In moments they tightened in orgasm, coming almost together. Her little aftershocks shivered along his cock while he finished pumping into her.
It was half an hour before either of them moved. He was dozing off when she wiggled out from under him. She kissed him tenderly and got up. He watched her get dressed, pulling on her jeans over fresh panties. She was still topless when she sat beside his prone body on the bed and kissed him again. Chris managed to move enough to pat her thigh.
"I don't think you remember what I told you about today?" She said, cuddling up to him.
"No, I can't think of anything. I feel too good to think." Chris let his eyes close. Her fingers began stroking his back, tracing patterns over his skin.
"Today is the day the other Dommes are coming over with their subs. We talked about it last month. You thought it was a good idea." She waited for him to reply but he was too stunned. He had completely forgotten. They had laughed about it, how fun it would be to have a munch of their own.
"That's today?" His eyes were open now, wide open and panicking. "I'm indisposed at the moment, do you think you could call them and make other arrangements?" Not that he had much hope for that idea.
"No, they're going to be here in half an hour. Assuming they aren't early." She moved on to trace her fingers over his bottom and the backs of his thighs. "I hope you'll recover soon cause you're going to be my delicious little stud muffin. I've got it all planned."
Chris moaned. Now he knew why she hadn't been too hard on him earlier. She had plans!
"I'm going to shower and you can listen for the door. Don't worry about getting dressed or showering off yourself, you look great just the way you are. Perfect in fact, I couldn't have planned it better myself." He swatted at her as she dashed off to the shower, laughing.
21 April 2011
Hiring a Husband
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday May 31, 2003
"So, why do you want this job, Jack?" She looked him over, slowly. He wasn't what she had been expecting at all. He was tall, a little slender in that wiry way. Short sleeves showed off the muscles of his arms and she especially liked good biceps on a man. But, why would this guy want a job as her personal caretaker and sex pet?
He was quiet too. Just watching her right back, maybe thinking, maybe reconsidering this whole idea. Whatever idea had brought him this far.
"I need the money and this was the only job that sounded interesting. I don't see myself as the sales or customer service type." He smiled and showed off really nice, white teeth.
"I'm sure you can do better than this. You're not old, uneducated and you don't look lazy. From reading your letter you seem to have quite a lot of skills: carpentry, mechanic, landscaping... You've done a lot in the last dozen years." He had great hands too. Big hands, strong, capable hands that would feel really good on her skin. "Surely, there is something better paying out there for you."
"On the contrary, Joan, I think this job will pay very well. Better than any I've had up until now." Now the smile turned sexy and it was stunning. She caught herself starring at his lips, the way his mouth moved and the wrinkles on his face, just the way she always liked. No, this wouldn't work at all. He was far too sexy, she'd never be able to do anything but watch him. She'd easily spend a day mooning over him and get nothing else done. This was crazy, he couldn't really just want this job, or her as he seemed to be saying. His face wasn't that honest, good boy type, there was no way she should trust him. Allow him into her home, her life, her bed.
"When can you start?" She asked, surprised to hear the words coming from her mouth.
"I brought everything with me, I can start right now." He leaned forward, taking her hand from the desk and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Maybe you'd like me to start in the garden? It's a nice day for working outside and there's a lot of cleaning up to do now that Spring is here."
"OK" She said. How did this happen, she was supposed to be the one in charge.
"I'll get started then. Would you like anything first?" He stood, towering over her while she still sat behind her desk.
"No, I've already got coffee and plenty to keep me busy here. Thanks." She wondered if he knew how flustered she felt. His body walked away and slowly her wits returned. She had hired him! Actually hired a hunk of a man to be her husband. What was he expecting, what did he think of her? What would a guy think of a woman who employed a man as a jack of all trades and a jack in her bed at night? Never mind, she told herself. Just push it aside and get to work. Things will sort themselves out. Besides, he must have some ulterior motive and when she found out she'd just ask him to leave. Probably.
Hours later, her coffee cold, she finished writing her article for the newspaper column, stretched her back and flexed her fingers. The house was quiet now that she wasn't so focused on her computer. It was afternoon. Outside she could see him working still. He had worked steadily since the interview. After awhile he had taken off his shirt. It wasn't all that warm out, he seemed to want to show off for her. Now, she was ready to appreciate the show, up close.
Leaving the window view she decided to make some tuna sandwiches and take them outside as a picnic lunch. He had gotten a lot done in the garden. She admired the pile of branches and scrub put aside then turned to admire the man who had done the work. "You work fast."
"Not always, sometimes I like to work slowly, take my time till the job's done." He didn't smile but the look he gave her smoldered. When she said nothing he reached for the old blanket she had brought out for the picnic. She passed it to him, still on auto pilot.
"I made tuna, do you like tuna?" He pulled her and the plate of sandwiches down to the blanket with him. She sat in the middle of his crossed legs, her back against his chest, this was going a bit fast.
"I like tuna. Thanks for lunch but I'm not really hungry for tuna now. I watched you working all morning. You're cute when you work, so focused and so much passion while you write. I kept wanting to go in there and feel that passion, touch you."
"Look, Jack, this is going a bit fast for me. I'm kind of old fashioned, I've never jumped into sex with a man I just hired a few hours ago."
"I understand, you want to know me better. You want to know how I feel about you, if I respect you, if I love you. Women always want that." He laughed softly. "But you hired me to be your husband, to be all those things and do odd jobs too."
"Well, yes, in effect it is sort of a husband job..."
"You think I just read an ad in the newspaper and came over to apply? No, Joan, you're not the only one whose lonely, looking for something more than a warm body to pick up in the local bar. I know who you are. I'm not a stalker but I've looked into you, who you are, the person you are. I wanted to meet you but you never give anyone a chance. Men come onto you and you brush them aside like lint on your sleeve. They don't get close to you and I wanted to get very close to you. So, here I am. Your ad was too good to pass up."
"I don't know what to say."
"That's OK. It is going a bit fast. We can take our time, just know that I'm not letting you get away, you aren't brushing me off your sleeve." Jack picked a sandwich from the plate and let her slip off his lap. When she started to move away he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side.
They ate in silence. Joan listened to the birds, saw a few pecking at the bird feeder he had refilled. It felt kind of nice to be held close, his arm around her back. He smelled nice too, a manly scent on top of some kind of cologne. His arm was warm but the side of her that touched his chest was even warmer.
When the sandwiches were gone he moved the plate off the blanket. "Would you mind getting me some water? I'd get it myself but I don't know where the kitchen is yet."
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Jack quickly stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers. He lay back on the blanket, waiting, thinking of how nice she had felt sitting in his lap. When Joan came back his cock was erect. She was stunned to see him nude.
"Just a nice day to be naked outside, maybe get a bit of tan." He said. "No neighbours can see your backyard, none of the houses are close enough. You don't mind do you?"
"I guess not..." Joan trailed off.
"Come and sit with me again. Let's talk. Did you have any plans for the garden this year? I thought that rose bush that didn't make it could be replaced with something stronger." He waited for her to sit down, pretending to be casual, ignoring his hardening cock.
For some reason she did sit on the blanket again, though a bit farther away than he wanted. "Aren't you cold?" She asked.
"No" He answered, rolling over onto his side closer to her. His arm snaked around her, catching her around the hips, holding her. But that was all he did. The silence stretched out between them. Joan watched a few bugs walk over blanket and onto his naked skin. An ant journeyed up his thigh but he didn't seem to notice. She did, she watched the little legs crawling over his smooth skin, wondering how far the ant would go. How far would he let it go.
He slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans. "Do you want to test drive me?" He grinned.
Joan decided it was time for her to take back control of things, after all, this was her idea, her home and he was her employee, of sorts. "Yes, I do. Let's see what I'm paying for." She pulled her shirt off over her head, her nipples poked out from a lacy white bra. He unfastened the bra in record time. Next her jeans were being coaxed off. When she was left in just her white panties he sat up, drew her to him and kissed her. It was a dangerous kiss, nothing to be taken lightly. Joan felt he was stamping his ownership on her with his lips.
Before the kiss ended her panties were gone and she was under him. His body was hard and all that male flesh felt so good pressing her into the picnic blanket. Not wasting time, or giving her time to think, he entered her hard and fast. She gasped and tried to twist away. He held her though, pushing his cock all the way inside of her, stretching her pussy and spreading her legs farther apart. "That's it Joan, take me, all of me." His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into a stiff peak. "Tell me what you like, what you want." He moaned.
"More." Was all she could say.
Jack pumped his cock into her faster and deeper. The little noises and moans he made excited her, gave her back some of the feeling of power she thought lost. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing hard, trapping his cock inside her. Not one to just lie there, Joan raised her head to bite his lip. Her hands went to work on his nipples, pulling them and twisting them, just a little viciously. He didn't seem to mind, grunting once when she twisted a little too hard.
She wanted to feel more of his skin. Sliding her feet up the back of his thighs she poked them into his butt as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She wanted him to play with her breasts but he was completely focused on her pussy. His eyes were closed and it seemed he was only waiting for her. Joan tightened her thighs around him, pulling him down into her, not letting him have any space for moving, keeping him tightly locked into her pussy.
The orgasm building inside of her erupted suddenly, her whole body tensed around him, her fingers grabbed his shoulders and she couldn't hold back a yell of triumph. He came along with her, filling her, grinding his hips into hers.
Their bodies sticky with sweat, getting chilled by the air they remained there, clutched together as the afternoon became the evening. She explored his body, leisurely. He talked to her, telling her how much he wanted her. They made love again when it was almost fully dark outside. But this time he was slow, taking his time to enjoy her, making sure she got to know him really, really well.
"So, why do you want this job, Jack?" She looked him over, slowly. He wasn't what she had been expecting at all. He was tall, a little slender in that wiry way. Short sleeves showed off the muscles of his arms and she especially liked good biceps on a man. But, why would this guy want a job as her personal caretaker and sex pet?
He was quiet too. Just watching her right back, maybe thinking, maybe reconsidering this whole idea. Whatever idea had brought him this far.
"I need the money and this was the only job that sounded interesting. I don't see myself as the sales or customer service type." He smiled and showed off really nice, white teeth.
"I'm sure you can do better than this. You're not old, uneducated and you don't look lazy. From reading your letter you seem to have quite a lot of skills: carpentry, mechanic, landscaping... You've done a lot in the last dozen years." He had great hands too. Big hands, strong, capable hands that would feel really good on her skin. "Surely, there is something better paying out there for you."
"On the contrary, Joan, I think this job will pay very well. Better than any I've had up until now." Now the smile turned sexy and it was stunning. She caught herself starring at his lips, the way his mouth moved and the wrinkles on his face, just the way she always liked. No, this wouldn't work at all. He was far too sexy, she'd never be able to do anything but watch him. She'd easily spend a day mooning over him and get nothing else done. This was crazy, he couldn't really just want this job, or her as he seemed to be saying. His face wasn't that honest, good boy type, there was no way she should trust him. Allow him into her home, her life, her bed.
"When can you start?" She asked, surprised to hear the words coming from her mouth.
"I brought everything with me, I can start right now." He leaned forward, taking her hand from the desk and lifting it to his lips for a kiss. "Maybe you'd like me to start in the garden? It's a nice day for working outside and there's a lot of cleaning up to do now that Spring is here."
"OK" She said. How did this happen, she was supposed to be the one in charge.
"I'll get started then. Would you like anything first?" He stood, towering over her while she still sat behind her desk.
"No, I've already got coffee and plenty to keep me busy here. Thanks." She wondered if he knew how flustered she felt. His body walked away and slowly her wits returned. She had hired him! Actually hired a hunk of a man to be her husband. What was he expecting, what did he think of her? What would a guy think of a woman who employed a man as a jack of all trades and a jack in her bed at night? Never mind, she told herself. Just push it aside and get to work. Things will sort themselves out. Besides, he must have some ulterior motive and when she found out she'd just ask him to leave. Probably.
Hours later, her coffee cold, she finished writing her article for the newspaper column, stretched her back and flexed her fingers. The house was quiet now that she wasn't so focused on her computer. It was afternoon. Outside she could see him working still. He had worked steadily since the interview. After awhile he had taken off his shirt. It wasn't all that warm out, he seemed to want to show off for her. Now, she was ready to appreciate the show, up close.
Leaving the window view she decided to make some tuna sandwiches and take them outside as a picnic lunch. He had gotten a lot done in the garden. She admired the pile of branches and scrub put aside then turned to admire the man who had done the work. "You work fast."
"Not always, sometimes I like to work slowly, take my time till the job's done." He didn't smile but the look he gave her smoldered. When she said nothing he reached for the old blanket she had brought out for the picnic. She passed it to him, still on auto pilot.
"I made tuna, do you like tuna?" He pulled her and the plate of sandwiches down to the blanket with him. She sat in the middle of his crossed legs, her back against his chest, this was going a bit fast.
"I like tuna. Thanks for lunch but I'm not really hungry for tuna now. I watched you working all morning. You're cute when you work, so focused and so much passion while you write. I kept wanting to go in there and feel that passion, touch you."
"Look, Jack, this is going a bit fast for me. I'm kind of old fashioned, I've never jumped into sex with a man I just hired a few hours ago."
"I understand, you want to know me better. You want to know how I feel about you, if I respect you, if I love you. Women always want that." He laughed softly. "But you hired me to be your husband, to be all those things and do odd jobs too."
"Well, yes, in effect it is sort of a husband job..."
"You think I just read an ad in the newspaper and came over to apply? No, Joan, you're not the only one whose lonely, looking for something more than a warm body to pick up in the local bar. I know who you are. I'm not a stalker but I've looked into you, who you are, the person you are. I wanted to meet you but you never give anyone a chance. Men come onto you and you brush them aside like lint on your sleeve. They don't get close to you and I wanted to get very close to you. So, here I am. Your ad was too good to pass up."
"I don't know what to say."
"That's OK. It is going a bit fast. We can take our time, just know that I'm not letting you get away, you aren't brushing me off your sleeve." Jack picked a sandwich from the plate and let her slip off his lap. When she started to move away he put his hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side.
They ate in silence. Joan listened to the birds, saw a few pecking at the bird feeder he had refilled. It felt kind of nice to be held close, his arm around her back. He smelled nice too, a manly scent on top of some kind of cologne. His arm was warm but the side of her that touched his chest was even warmer.
When the sandwiches were gone he moved the plate off the blanket. "Would you mind getting me some water? I'd get it myself but I don't know where the kitchen is yet."
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Jack quickly stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers. He lay back on the blanket, waiting, thinking of how nice she had felt sitting in his lap. When Joan came back his cock was erect. She was stunned to see him nude.
"Just a nice day to be naked outside, maybe get a bit of tan." He said. "No neighbours can see your backyard, none of the houses are close enough. You don't mind do you?"
"I guess not..." Joan trailed off.
"Come and sit with me again. Let's talk. Did you have any plans for the garden this year? I thought that rose bush that didn't make it could be replaced with something stronger." He waited for her to sit down, pretending to be casual, ignoring his hardening cock.
For some reason she did sit on the blanket again, though a bit farther away than he wanted. "Aren't you cold?" She asked.
"No" He answered, rolling over onto his side closer to her. His arm snaked around her, catching her around the hips, holding her. But that was all he did. The silence stretched out between them. Joan watched a few bugs walk over blanket and onto his naked skin. An ant journeyed up his thigh but he didn't seem to notice. She did, she watched the little legs crawling over his smooth skin, wondering how far the ant would go. How far would he let it go.
He slipped his fingers into the waist of her jeans. "Do you want to test drive me?" He grinned.
Joan decided it was time for her to take back control of things, after all, this was her idea, her home and he was her employee, of sorts. "Yes, I do. Let's see what I'm paying for." She pulled her shirt off over her head, her nipples poked out from a lacy white bra. He unfastened the bra in record time. Next her jeans were being coaxed off. When she was left in just her white panties he sat up, drew her to him and kissed her. It was a dangerous kiss, nothing to be taken lightly. Joan felt he was stamping his ownership on her with his lips.
Before the kiss ended her panties were gone and she was under him. His body was hard and all that male flesh felt so good pressing her into the picnic blanket. Not wasting time, or giving her time to think, he entered her hard and fast. She gasped and tried to twist away. He held her though, pushing his cock all the way inside of her, stretching her pussy and spreading her legs farther apart. "That's it Joan, take me, all of me." His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking the nipple into a stiff peak. "Tell me what you like, what you want." He moaned.
"More." Was all she could say.
Jack pumped his cock into her faster and deeper. The little noises and moans he made excited her, gave her back some of the feeling of power she thought lost. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing hard, trapping his cock inside her. Not one to just lie there, Joan raised her head to bite his lip. Her hands went to work on his nipples, pulling them and twisting them, just a little viciously. He didn't seem to mind, grunting once when she twisted a little too hard.
She wanted to feel more of his skin. Sliding her feet up the back of his thighs she poked them into his butt as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She wanted him to play with her breasts but he was completely focused on her pussy. His eyes were closed and it seemed he was only waiting for her. Joan tightened her thighs around him, pulling him down into her, not letting him have any space for moving, keeping him tightly locked into her pussy.
The orgasm building inside of her erupted suddenly, her whole body tensed around him, her fingers grabbed his shoulders and she couldn't hold back a yell of triumph. He came along with her, filling her, grinding his hips into hers.
Their bodies sticky with sweat, getting chilled by the air they remained there, clutched together as the afternoon became the evening. She explored his body, leisurely. He talked to her, telling her how much he wanted her. They made love again when it was almost fully dark outside. But this time he was slow, taking his time to enjoy her, making sure she got to know him really, really well.
04 April 2011
Suit and Tie
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday April 19, 2003
"Hmm.. Have I told you lately how much I really like a man in a suit?" She purred, her warm breath lifting the hairs along the back of his neck.
"Yes, I think you have, once or twice, usually just when you're working on getting me out of my suit." He laughed wickedly.
"That's just a coincidence." She said. Standing in front of him she leaned into his chest, biting his chin lightly, holding it between her teeth a few seconds. Her tongue played over the stubble left from a long day away at the office.
"I don't think it's a coincidence, especially since it seems to be happening again, right now." His hands wrapped snugly around her waist, fitting her even closer to his body.
A button popped off his white dress shirt as she pulled it from his pants roughly, not caring about buttons as much as skin. Her fingers trailed softly up from his waistband, up over his belly to tease his nipples. "If I say it's a coincidence, that's what it is. Domme is always right." She grinned.
"Is that how it works?"
"Yes." One of her hands wandered over his belly, past his waistband and over his pants to tease the bulge of his cock. "I made dinner and cleaned everything in the kitchen. All that's left for you to do is serve dinner. But you better take off your suit, in case it gets messy."
"That's a good idea, in case you make me get messy." He teased.
She looked up at him with raised eyebrow just the barest trace of a smile on her lips. "You don't need me to be messy. Want to test the theory tonight?"
"I don't think so, testing theories with you is dangerous work. I'd need more insurance."
She laughed, kissed him and stepped back to admire the mussed up look of him. "You look good in a suit. But you'll look even better in just a tie. Why don't you go fold your suit all nice and tidy then come serve dinner. Keep the tie on."
"What if my tie gets messy?"
"...and what if it doesn't, won't that be even more disappointing for you?" She leered at him like the villainess in an old movie.
"Ahh" he sighed, "A woman after my own heart."
"More like a woman after her own dinner. I'm hungry, don't take too long."
He came back and found her sitting in front of the TV, two TV tray tables in front of the couch. A commercial for toothpaste was on as he went into the kitchen to serve dinner. He had expected to serve at the table as they always did. Where did she get TV trays from anyway?
"Dinner is served!" He announced, placing a plate in front of her and his own next to it. "Would you like anything to drink with dinner?"
"Not yet. Come sit down beside me." It wasn't easy to get comfortable with a hot plate and a bare lap. The TV tray wasn't in easy reach for him. She managed just fine though.
"I think I'll just move to the regular table. I don't want anything to spill off my plate." He decided.
Before he stood up she reached into his lap, pushing him back down. "No, you stay here, right beside me. If you sit forward you'll be able to reach the TV tray just fine." So, that's what he did. He was managing all right and nearly finished dinner when her fingers walked their way into his lap.
She was finished and ready for something else. But she wasn't looking at him, her gaze was focused on the TV. A comedy was on, he wasn't sure which one. Being pretty much naked sitting next to her was a big distraction.
Trying to be nonchalant, he opened his thighs, giving her fingers more options. She took them. Slipping her hand around his cock she found the balls. Her touch was light, stroking his balls, finding that place just underneath. When he was fully erect she stopped.
"If you're finished you can clear away the dinner things now. The TV trays fold up and there is enough space between the stove and counter to store them."
"Could it wait for later?" He asked.
"Later than what?" She asked.
"Well, I'm kind of in the middle of something..."
"Yes, you are." She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and sealed her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, pressing her body into his. "Now you're even more in the middle of something, but you still need to tidy up." She smiled as their noses touched. "Come back for the big finish." She giggled, licking his stubbly cheek.
With a huge dramatic sigh he stood up, picked up the dishes and left. In the kitchen he rinsed off the dishes and left them to wash later. When he came back for the TV trays she was topless. But, he pretended not to notice. He left with the trays, put them away and waited. The clock hands ticked out one full minute before he walked back out to her. Then he just flopped down on the couch, just out of her reach.
Of course, his erection spoiled the whole act.
"Is this for me?" She asked as she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Have you been a good girl, do you deserve a treat?"
"No, I haven't been good at all. I've spent the day plotting my husband's downfall."
"Hmmm, he doesn't look too down." He said.
"He's just trying to be nice about it. I'm spoiled you know?" She stood up and pulled off her jeans. Tonight's panties were red satin with a tiny bow on the front. Just inches from the bow he could see the beginning of a wet spot from her pussy.
"Spoiled? How?" He asked, trying to keep focused on the banter.
Sitting astride his leg she said, "Well, he never says no to me when I do something like this. See what I mean?"
"Ummm yes..."
She picked up his hand and slipped his fingers into the front of her panties. "Or this..." She said. Her hips rocked forward to trap his hand. She picked up his tie, still around his neck and pulled his head to her waiting lips. A soft kiss, dainty licks around his lips, then, when he started to push his tongue into her mouth she bit it and held it between her teeth. Not hard enough to be painful, just enough to keep it there.
Deciding that was enough foreplay he pushed his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit. His other hand found her breast and the hard nipple. She had to release his tongue as she arched her back and tightened her thighs around his leg.
Now her breasts were in easy reach for sucking on. He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. She moaned. Her pussy was very wet and his fingers were coated with her juices. She was ready. But he was almost beyond ready. The panties nearly ripped in his urgency to get them out of the way. Using both hands he lifted her hips and waited while she guided his aching cock inside her wet pussy. Then he was inside and she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, making them both moan and wriggle.
"I'm so spoiled." She whispered. He pumped himself into her pussy, hardly aware as she removed his tie. Her breasts bounced as he thrust up into her. He stood up, gripping her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her into the bedroom and fell onto the bed with her on top. Then he noticed the tie in her hands as it dangled down sweeping over his chest.
"Put up your hands." She wrapped the tie around his wrists then looped them through the hooks in the wall. From there it was all her game. She bit his nipples, teased her fingers over his arms, chest and even reached back to tickle his thighs. His gasps, whimpers and moans excited her. Her own moans had him tight fisted, fighting for control and the focus to hold off until she let him come.
Grinding her hips, clenching around his cock she finally orgasmed. Her pussy spasmed once, twice, and then a third time before she gave him the command, "Now!". He came so hard and fast he thought he would buck her right off the bed. But she hung on, riding him to the end.
At last they lay panting together. He reached to pull up a blanket, forgetting he was tied. She grinned up at him. "You really do look good in just a tie and now your arms won't get in the way if I want to have my way with you later." She laughed softly, wriggling into his side, finding the blanket and covering them both, for at least a little while.
"Hmm.. Have I told you lately how much I really like a man in a suit?" She purred, her warm breath lifting the hairs along the back of his neck.
"Yes, I think you have, once or twice, usually just when you're working on getting me out of my suit." He laughed wickedly.
"That's just a coincidence." She said. Standing in front of him she leaned into his chest, biting his chin lightly, holding it between her teeth a few seconds. Her tongue played over the stubble left from a long day away at the office.
"I don't think it's a coincidence, especially since it seems to be happening again, right now." His hands wrapped snugly around her waist, fitting her even closer to his body.
A button popped off his white dress shirt as she pulled it from his pants roughly, not caring about buttons as much as skin. Her fingers trailed softly up from his waistband, up over his belly to tease his nipples. "If I say it's a coincidence, that's what it is. Domme is always right." She grinned.
"Is that how it works?"
"Yes." One of her hands wandered over his belly, past his waistband and over his pants to tease the bulge of his cock. "I made dinner and cleaned everything in the kitchen. All that's left for you to do is serve dinner. But you better take off your suit, in case it gets messy."
"That's a good idea, in case you make me get messy." He teased.
She looked up at him with raised eyebrow just the barest trace of a smile on her lips. "You don't need me to be messy. Want to test the theory tonight?"
"I don't think so, testing theories with you is dangerous work. I'd need more insurance."
She laughed, kissed him and stepped back to admire the mussed up look of him. "You look good in a suit. But you'll look even better in just a tie. Why don't you go fold your suit all nice and tidy then come serve dinner. Keep the tie on."
"What if my tie gets messy?"
"...and what if it doesn't, won't that be even more disappointing for you?" She leered at him like the villainess in an old movie.
"Ahh" he sighed, "A woman after my own heart."
"More like a woman after her own dinner. I'm hungry, don't take too long."
He came back and found her sitting in front of the TV, two TV tray tables in front of the couch. A commercial for toothpaste was on as he went into the kitchen to serve dinner. He had expected to serve at the table as they always did. Where did she get TV trays from anyway?
"Dinner is served!" He announced, placing a plate in front of her and his own next to it. "Would you like anything to drink with dinner?"
"Not yet. Come sit down beside me." It wasn't easy to get comfortable with a hot plate and a bare lap. The TV tray wasn't in easy reach for him. She managed just fine though.
"I think I'll just move to the regular table. I don't want anything to spill off my plate." He decided.
Before he stood up she reached into his lap, pushing him back down. "No, you stay here, right beside me. If you sit forward you'll be able to reach the TV tray just fine." So, that's what he did. He was managing all right and nearly finished dinner when her fingers walked their way into his lap.
She was finished and ready for something else. But she wasn't looking at him, her gaze was focused on the TV. A comedy was on, he wasn't sure which one. Being pretty much naked sitting next to her was a big distraction.
Trying to be nonchalant, he opened his thighs, giving her fingers more options. She took them. Slipping her hand around his cock she found the balls. Her touch was light, stroking his balls, finding that place just underneath. When he was fully erect she stopped.
"If you're finished you can clear away the dinner things now. The TV trays fold up and there is enough space between the stove and counter to store them."
"Could it wait for later?" He asked.
"Later than what?" She asked.
"Well, I'm kind of in the middle of something..."
"Yes, you are." She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and sealed her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, pressing her body into his. "Now you're even more in the middle of something, but you still need to tidy up." She smiled as their noses touched. "Come back for the big finish." She giggled, licking his stubbly cheek.
With a huge dramatic sigh he stood up, picked up the dishes and left. In the kitchen he rinsed off the dishes and left them to wash later. When he came back for the TV trays she was topless. But, he pretended not to notice. He left with the trays, put them away and waited. The clock hands ticked out one full minute before he walked back out to her. Then he just flopped down on the couch, just out of her reach.
Of course, his erection spoiled the whole act.
"Is this for me?" She asked as she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Have you been a good girl, do you deserve a treat?"
"No, I haven't been good at all. I've spent the day plotting my husband's downfall."
"Hmmm, he doesn't look too down." He said.
"He's just trying to be nice about it. I'm spoiled you know?" She stood up and pulled off her jeans. Tonight's panties were red satin with a tiny bow on the front. Just inches from the bow he could see the beginning of a wet spot from her pussy.
"Spoiled? How?" He asked, trying to keep focused on the banter.
Sitting astride his leg she said, "Well, he never says no to me when I do something like this. See what I mean?"
"Ummm yes..."
She picked up his hand and slipped his fingers into the front of her panties. "Or this..." She said. Her hips rocked forward to trap his hand. She picked up his tie, still around his neck and pulled his head to her waiting lips. A soft kiss, dainty licks around his lips, then, when he started to push his tongue into her mouth she bit it and held it between her teeth. Not hard enough to be painful, just enough to keep it there.
Deciding that was enough foreplay he pushed his fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit. His other hand found her breast and the hard nipple. She had to release his tongue as she arched her back and tightened her thighs around his leg.
Now her breasts were in easy reach for sucking on. He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and teeth. She moaned. Her pussy was very wet and his fingers were coated with her juices. She was ready. But he was almost beyond ready. The panties nearly ripped in his urgency to get them out of the way. Using both hands he lifted her hips and waited while she guided his aching cock inside her wet pussy. Then he was inside and she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, making them both moan and wriggle.
"I'm so spoiled." She whispered. He pumped himself into her pussy, hardly aware as she removed his tie. Her breasts bounced as he thrust up into her. He stood up, gripping her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around him. He carried her into the bedroom and fell onto the bed with her on top. Then he noticed the tie in her hands as it dangled down sweeping over his chest.
"Put up your hands." She wrapped the tie around his wrists then looped them through the hooks in the wall. From there it was all her game. She bit his nipples, teased her fingers over his arms, chest and even reached back to tickle his thighs. His gasps, whimpers and moans excited her. Her own moans had him tight fisted, fighting for control and the focus to hold off until she let him come.
Grinding her hips, clenching around his cock she finally orgasmed. Her pussy spasmed once, twice, and then a third time before she gave him the command, "Now!". He came so hard and fast he thought he would buck her right off the bed. But she hung on, riding him to the end.
At last they lay panting together. He reached to pull up a blanket, forgetting he was tied. She grinned up at him. "You really do look good in just a tie and now your arms won't get in the way if I want to have my way with you later." She laughed softly, wriggling into his side, finding the blanket and covering them both, for at least a little while.
12 March 2011
Erotic Oddity
Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Saturday September 20, 2003
"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.
He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"
"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."
"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"
"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."
He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"
"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.
"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.
"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."
He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"
"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."
"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."
"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"
"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."
He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.
"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .
She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.
"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.
She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.
"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.
"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."
Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.
Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.
"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.
He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"
"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."
"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"
"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with."
He came into the room and sat down on a corner of the bed, feeling defeated. "Haven't I pleased you at all?"
"Yes, of course you have. How could you not be pleasing when you were designed to pleasure women. Not just your body but your voice, your personality and your... other attributes." She blushed but still her eyes were drawn to his cock, he was ready to perform, as always. His body was muscular, hairless in all the right places and his face was sculpted just the way she liked it. Nothing was really left to chance and yet that was part of the problem.
"I think you're too easy. I know you want me and I can have you any time I choose. There are no surprises. There's no real seduction, no spontaneous sensuality. Sex is good but not very passionate." She walked over to the closet door and indicated he should return to his box.
"No, I don't want to be put back in my box like a good toy, a mere battery operated sex toy you can dispose of at whim. I'm more than that, I'm a man. If not flesh and blood still a man with feelings, ideas and needs. You can't make me go back in my box today!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from the closet door. He shoved the door closed with his foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Behaving like a brute won't help."
He ignored her protests. As she tried pulling at his hair, pounding and kicking at him he stripped off her jeans and shirt, then her panties and bra until she was as naked as he was. He stopped to admire her struggling body, holding her prisoner with her arms above her head and her feet not quite touching the carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, kicking at him even as she knew it would hurt her foot more than it would bother him. "You'll be terminated for doing this. It's against all your programming!"
"I know. Maybe it's a way to show you I'm not just an unfeeling android. But, I'm going to have you now, on my terms, as I see fit and for as long as I choose to. I won't be going back to the closet when you have your last shivering orgasm. Not this time. This time you're mine. All mine. You belong to me."
"You can't be doing this, this can't be happening. You're not supposed to be able to rape me."
"Shhh," he whispered soothingly against the skin of her belly, "I'm not going to hurt you. This isn't violence against women, it's passion."
"No, stop now before it's too late. If you do this you can never go back. You will have to be dismantled for aberrant behaviour!"
"No, that won't happen. I won't let it." He pulled her closer to his body, slipping his hands down her body to rest on the cheeks of her bottom and grip her tightly. "You're already wet for me." He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, finding her pussy and playing with the slick wetness. "I could slip my cock right up inside of you standing here, or I could pin you to the bed and take you doggie style."
He laughed at her gasp. "Was that outrage or desire?" His hands captured her wrists again and held her in front of him. He moved her slowly, turning her like a ballerina in a pirouette. His cock was hard and eager to slip inside her. The tip pushed inside slipping in easily through her wet lips. She moaned, her body twisting to give him better access.
"That's it, that's a good girl. I know you want this." Pushing her down onto the bed he entered her from behind, completely filling her with his girth, plunging his cock inside of her and opening her legs until she was gripping his full length and width. "Most women don't order an extra wide cock, but you really wanted to be full of cock didn't you? That's why you asked for ridges too. You want to feel a cock inside of you, know a cock is inside of you, pulsing and pumping, taking your pussy." His voice rasped against her ear as he began pumping into her. "You want to be penetrated with cock. Isn't that right?" .
She moaned again, unable to speak just feel and push herself up to take him in even deeper.
"That's it, grind yourself into my big cock. Take it all." He slid his hands under her body knowing just how to pull on her clit and drive her over the edge. As her body spasmed in orgasm he gripped her between his thighs and rode her, grinding his hips into her. His balls tightened, ready to shoot off an orgasm of his own. But, he held back, just barely.
She was limp underneath him. Her pussy tremored with after shocks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before turning her over. "You're mine Deborah," he said softly biting down on her nipple and sucking it through his teeth.
"No," she whimpered. His legs held her own open, unable to close and keep him from entering her again. His cock sank in deep.
"You're mine." He gripped a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, feeling her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands. "You're all mine."
Deborah squirmed under his hard body. His cock filled her body and his words filled her mind. She'd never felt so full of cock and so good being so stuffed full. Her hips shifted and she nearly orgasmed again as his cock slid deeper, penetrating her, taking her, making her want it so desperately. She didn't even know how she panted for it, squirmed so much, needing more. But he did. He watched her with that part of his mind that was always detached, able to rationalize and analyze. She was his now, fully and completely and there was no going back. He would never let her go now.
Without warning he pushed his cock hard inside her, stuffing her. Silencing her moans with his mouth over hers, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Taking her mouth as he took her pussy. Taking over and leaving her nothing but shuddering reaction. This time he orgasmed right after her own scream of ecstasy. He decided to impregnate her. That was something else she didn't know about. But, once she was pregnant they'd never agree to take her away from him. Those scientists would be glad to give her to him if only he would show them how he learned to impregnate a human woman. Silly humans, assuming they knew everything. Why, any half-wit alien could come down and take over their whole planet, one woman at a time.
10 November 2010
The Wish
The Wish
Originally posted to Adult BackWash.com: Friday January 17, 2003
It was old, dusty and had traces of what could be dried blood on it. But, the bottle seemed intact. Jake blew dust away from the surface, peering at the label. A tiny spider trailed down over his hand and onto the floor to be lost in the clutter, dust and dirt. Whatever the label said was lost on Jake, he couldn't read the language, wasn't even sure what language it might be. Under the grime the bottle shined, something inside might have glittered. Peering through the dirt, he gave it a shake but couldn't tell what might be in it. He packed it up in the cardboard box of things to take downstairs and out of the abandoned house.
The box was nearly full, generations of treasures passed down to the current heir, himself. It was too bad the house was in such sad shape structurally. The whole thing would have to come down. So, Jake had rented a truck, gathered packing boxes and arranged to spend a weekend clearing out whatever was salvageable. There was less than he thought.
More than a few rodents and other wildlife had made the house their refuge. None of them were kind about being disturbed. The attic floor was in danger of caving in so he was glad to be finished with his explorations. Jake stacked the box at the top of the stairs down to the main floor. The attic space was musty, full of mildew and giving him full blown allergies. Dust and cobwebs covered his clothes and hair. A hole in the ceiling was the only ventilation, without it the attic would have been a mildew sauna.
Jake picked up both boxes, being careful as most of the contents were breakable. He gingerly walked down the steps, remembering which ones had been broken or rotting. Mice scattered out of his way as he came to the landing. They'd be cute if they weren't just one more sign of decay.
Loading the boxes into the truck, Jake was glad to step back outside, shake off some of the grime and reverse the truck out of there. Back at the motel he was soon soaking in a hot tub, his hair freshly washed. A second allergy pill had helped him breathe easier. But his clothes were still full of the smells from the house. The best thing he decided, would be to toss all of them into the tub when he was done. He could even pull the boxes out of the truck and let some of those soak too. That bottle, would be first. There was something about it... something kind of mysterious, beautiful and maybe even dangerous.
By the time his pizza was delivered Jake had his clothes out drying over a chair and the tub was full of his treasures. The water in the tub was charcoal grey. Pretty gross. He didn't want to put his hand in there to drain the tub so he worked on designing a metal coat hanger to do the job for him. The water left a filmy black ring around the tub. It looked like an oil slick. Nothing came out of the tub clean. But it was better.
Running fresh water to rinse everything, he picked up the mysterious bottle and held it under the faucet. Clean, warm water revealed more of the bottle's design and colour. It was green and blue, sort of swirled together. There were tiny veins of red and gold in the green. Strangely, it looked like glass but didn't feel like glass. It was heavy and not entirely smooth. The base was flared, the middle curved like a woman's figure and the top curved in to be held shut by a small matching lid. Jake dragged a clean towel from the rack and began cleaning streaks of dirt from the bottle. Soon he could see how the gold did glitter and the red seemed to glow. Suddenly he put it down on the floor, it seemed to be heating up in his hands.
Leaving the bottle he went back to his pizza, TV with a remote control, and soon fell asleep. For a long time the only sounds came from the TV. But, gradually, the abandoned bottle began to glow, tiny sparks of heat appeared around the lid and slowly, daintily it lifted into the air. It glided through the bathroom door and landed, gently, on the floor by Jake's sleeping body. Steam slithered out from under the lid. The bottle glowed blue, then green, then gold and finally when it was glowing bright red the lid popped off to land in the hand of the woman who had just escaped from the bottle. She caught the lid in her hand and smiled.
Jake remained sleeping. She looked down at him, enjoying his vulnerability. He wore a towel around his waist, nothing more. Her eyes lit up with mischief. Taking a handful of her long chestnut hair she trailed tendrils over Jake's belly. She laughed softly when he rolled over in his sleep. She unwrapped his towel to admire his strong, nicely muscled body. She took her time, deciding where to start.
Settling down on the bed, she raked her fingernails over his back and lower, trailing over his cheeks and thighs. When that didn't get enough reaction from him she pulled her skimpy vest over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Standing up to untie her silken pants letting them slide down her legs. If he had been awake Jake would have admired her perfect figure, lush breasts, tiny waist and round hips. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Her eyes blue, then green when she laughed softly and settled herself astride Jake's bare back.
Jake stirred and almost woke up when he felt her weight on him. But, he had been really worn out and even that didn't fully penetrate his deep sleep. The woman wasn't concerned. She leaned over his back, pressing her breasts into him while she played with his still damp hair. Jake's hair was soft and silky, just long enough to be fun to finger comb. There were only a couple of knots to be tugged out so she invented a few more. Jake only grunted and slept on.
When his hair was dry she played lower, stroking his back, exploring his muscles with her kneading fingers, leaning down to lick and taste his skin. In his sleep Jake moaned, enjoying an erotic dream.
The woman felt her wet pussy and slid her wetness along Jake's back, leaving her mark on him. Scooting up and down his back, the friction pleasured her but she wanted more. She laughed softly, it wasn't enough to be the only one awake.
Jake began to wake up as she urged him to turn over. The woman was eager to enjoy his hard cock, she wrapped her hand around it, pumping Jake's cock to become even harder. Jake's eyes opened to find a woman with breasts he ached to suck, sexy hair he wanted to wrap around himself and a naked bottom pressed into his thighs while she teased his throbbing cock. At this Jake became fully awake.
"Who are you!" He gasped.
Her only answer was to tweak his nipples.
"How did you get in here? Stop that!" He grunted when she leaned down and bit his nipple.
"What..." Jake could only moan as she pushed herself up, over his throbbing cock then slid down, guiding his cock inside her. No woman could ever feel this good and he hadn't even been awake to enjoy the build up. She was like a succubus, she seemed to know just what he liked, just how hard or soft to touch and exactly where to touch. But, each time he would have come she stilled the game, slowed it down until he was back building up pressure, being driven mad by her torment of his body. Each gasp and moan made her laugh. Each grunt of pleasure and pain made her grin. Maybe she wanted to kill him.
It seemed days later when she finally tired of stroking his belly, teasing, pinching his thighs, biting his jaw, kissing his lips and rubbing his nipples. She simply said "Now," Jake's balls tightened into raisins and he exploded deep inside her pussy. Her muscles clenched around his cock, drawing him in even deeper, draining everything from him.
Her own orgasm lasted much longer, there were still ripples as Jake was catching his breath and able to think again. He pulled her down to lie with him. Her skin was smooth and soft. Somehow he hadn't been able to touch her at all. Maybe they could do it again, his way, before he had to start asking questions. He was planning his way and everything he would do to her as he fell asleep again.
The woman relaxed on his body. She liked the feel of a hard male body under her. But she wasn't sleepy. Years in a cramped bottle had given her plenty of time to relax. Now she was ready to see what else was out there. There were more men to conquer, clothes to be bought and fun to be had. But, now, a really good coffee and something fresh and tasty for breakfast sounded even better. Later, she would come back for this man again. His body was good and, of course, there was still the matter of his wish. What would this one wish for she wondered?
Using a little magic she designed herself something to wear, but then, changed her mind and raided his clothes instead. When she left the room she took currency from his wallet and the room key from the side table. One last bit of magic to hide her bottle and she was gone. Her mischievous laugh raked over Jake's sleeping mind like fingernails on his back.
Originally posted to Adult BackWash.com: Friday January 17, 2003
It was old, dusty and had traces of what could be dried blood on it. But, the bottle seemed intact. Jake blew dust away from the surface, peering at the label. A tiny spider trailed down over his hand and onto the floor to be lost in the clutter, dust and dirt. Whatever the label said was lost on Jake, he couldn't read the language, wasn't even sure what language it might be. Under the grime the bottle shined, something inside might have glittered. Peering through the dirt, he gave it a shake but couldn't tell what might be in it. He packed it up in the cardboard box of things to take downstairs and out of the abandoned house.
The box was nearly full, generations of treasures passed down to the current heir, himself. It was too bad the house was in such sad shape structurally. The whole thing would have to come down. So, Jake had rented a truck, gathered packing boxes and arranged to spend a weekend clearing out whatever was salvageable. There was less than he thought.
More than a few rodents and other wildlife had made the house their refuge. None of them were kind about being disturbed. The attic floor was in danger of caving in so he was glad to be finished with his explorations. Jake stacked the box at the top of the stairs down to the main floor. The attic space was musty, full of mildew and giving him full blown allergies. Dust and cobwebs covered his clothes and hair. A hole in the ceiling was the only ventilation, without it the attic would have been a mildew sauna.
Jake picked up both boxes, being careful as most of the contents were breakable. He gingerly walked down the steps, remembering which ones had been broken or rotting. Mice scattered out of his way as he came to the landing. They'd be cute if they weren't just one more sign of decay.
Loading the boxes into the truck, Jake was glad to step back outside, shake off some of the grime and reverse the truck out of there. Back at the motel he was soon soaking in a hot tub, his hair freshly washed. A second allergy pill had helped him breathe easier. But his clothes were still full of the smells from the house. The best thing he decided, would be to toss all of them into the tub when he was done. He could even pull the boxes out of the truck and let some of those soak too. That bottle, would be first. There was something about it... something kind of mysterious, beautiful and maybe even dangerous.
By the time his pizza was delivered Jake had his clothes out drying over a chair and the tub was full of his treasures. The water in the tub was charcoal grey. Pretty gross. He didn't want to put his hand in there to drain the tub so he worked on designing a metal coat hanger to do the job for him. The water left a filmy black ring around the tub. It looked like an oil slick. Nothing came out of the tub clean. But it was better.
Running fresh water to rinse everything, he picked up the mysterious bottle and held it under the faucet. Clean, warm water revealed more of the bottle's design and colour. It was green and blue, sort of swirled together. There were tiny veins of red and gold in the green. Strangely, it looked like glass but didn't feel like glass. It was heavy and not entirely smooth. The base was flared, the middle curved like a woman's figure and the top curved in to be held shut by a small matching lid. Jake dragged a clean towel from the rack and began cleaning streaks of dirt from the bottle. Soon he could see how the gold did glitter and the red seemed to glow. Suddenly he put it down on the floor, it seemed to be heating up in his hands.
Leaving the bottle he went back to his pizza, TV with a remote control, and soon fell asleep. For a long time the only sounds came from the TV. But, gradually, the abandoned bottle began to glow, tiny sparks of heat appeared around the lid and slowly, daintily it lifted into the air. It glided through the bathroom door and landed, gently, on the floor by Jake's sleeping body. Steam slithered out from under the lid. The bottle glowed blue, then green, then gold and finally when it was glowing bright red the lid popped off to land in the hand of the woman who had just escaped from the bottle. She caught the lid in her hand and smiled.
Jake remained sleeping. She looked down at him, enjoying his vulnerability. He wore a towel around his waist, nothing more. Her eyes lit up with mischief. Taking a handful of her long chestnut hair she trailed tendrils over Jake's belly. She laughed softly when he rolled over in his sleep. She unwrapped his towel to admire his strong, nicely muscled body. She took her time, deciding where to start.
Settling down on the bed, she raked her fingernails over his back and lower, trailing over his cheeks and thighs. When that didn't get enough reaction from him she pulled her skimpy vest over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Standing up to untie her silken pants letting them slide down her legs. If he had been awake Jake would have admired her perfect figure, lush breasts, tiny waist and round hips. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Her eyes blue, then green when she laughed softly and settled herself astride Jake's bare back.
Jake stirred and almost woke up when he felt her weight on him. But, he had been really worn out and even that didn't fully penetrate his deep sleep. The woman wasn't concerned. She leaned over his back, pressing her breasts into him while she played with his still damp hair. Jake's hair was soft and silky, just long enough to be fun to finger comb. There were only a couple of knots to be tugged out so she invented a few more. Jake only grunted and slept on.
When his hair was dry she played lower, stroking his back, exploring his muscles with her kneading fingers, leaning down to lick and taste his skin. In his sleep Jake moaned, enjoying an erotic dream.
The woman felt her wet pussy and slid her wetness along Jake's back, leaving her mark on him. Scooting up and down his back, the friction pleasured her but she wanted more. She laughed softly, it wasn't enough to be the only one awake.
Jake began to wake up as she urged him to turn over. The woman was eager to enjoy his hard cock, she wrapped her hand around it, pumping Jake's cock to become even harder. Jake's eyes opened to find a woman with breasts he ached to suck, sexy hair he wanted to wrap around himself and a naked bottom pressed into his thighs while she teased his throbbing cock. At this Jake became fully awake.
"Who are you!" He gasped.
Her only answer was to tweak his nipples.
"How did you get in here? Stop that!" He grunted when she leaned down and bit his nipple.
"What..." Jake could only moan as she pushed herself up, over his throbbing cock then slid down, guiding his cock inside her. No woman could ever feel this good and he hadn't even been awake to enjoy the build up. She was like a succubus, she seemed to know just what he liked, just how hard or soft to touch and exactly where to touch. But, each time he would have come she stilled the game, slowed it down until he was back building up pressure, being driven mad by her torment of his body. Each gasp and moan made her laugh. Each grunt of pleasure and pain made her grin. Maybe she wanted to kill him.
It seemed days later when she finally tired of stroking his belly, teasing, pinching his thighs, biting his jaw, kissing his lips and rubbing his nipples. She simply said "Now," Jake's balls tightened into raisins and he exploded deep inside her pussy. Her muscles clenched around his cock, drawing him in even deeper, draining everything from him.
Her own orgasm lasted much longer, there were still ripples as Jake was catching his breath and able to think again. He pulled her down to lie with him. Her skin was smooth and soft. Somehow he hadn't been able to touch her at all. Maybe they could do it again, his way, before he had to start asking questions. He was planning his way and everything he would do to her as he fell asleep again.
The woman relaxed on his body. She liked the feel of a hard male body under her. But she wasn't sleepy. Years in a cramped bottle had given her plenty of time to relax. Now she was ready to see what else was out there. There were more men to conquer, clothes to be bought and fun to be had. But, now, a really good coffee and something fresh and tasty for breakfast sounded even better. Later, she would come back for this man again. His body was good and, of course, there was still the matter of his wish. What would this one wish for she wondered?
Using a little magic she designed herself something to wear, but then, changed her mind and raided his clothes instead. When she left the room she took currency from his wallet and the room key from the side table. One last bit of magic to hide her bottle and she was gone. Her mischievous laugh raked over Jake's sleeping mind like fingernails on his back.
31 October 2010
Merry Samhain
Merry Samhain
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Saturday August 03, 2002
Chris stumbled along, blindfolded and unable to see whatever he was stumbling over. He was glad to be wearing boots at least. The trail had far too many rocks and tree branches scratching his upper body. With his hands secured in front of him, he was unable to protect himself. His Governess had strapped a heavy pack onto his back and he could feel something solid thud into his back each time he stumbled. The wind blew the chill of autumn nipped at his bare skin, bringing goose bumps and shivers along his tall frame.
His Governess walked behind him encouraging him to keep moving. She used something that made the sound of a whip and had the sting of a whip too. Chris knew she didn't own a whip though. Chris plodded along, trying to feel for his steps but not being given the time to do so with his Governess whipping his tender bottom and urging him to keep going.
It must still be daylight; he could hear birds somewhere. He could not ask the time or anything else, he was to keep silent until allowed to speak. She had brought him here, blindfolded and tied into his seat. He knew she had brought some of her scented candles. They had scented the car on the drive, a small pleasure she had not denied him. Other smells tempted his nose too. He was sure he could smell pumpkin pie, one of his favourite things. But he hadn't seen Governess making any pies other than the apple pies from Thanksgiving. Those were long gone, all too quickly divided up with friends and family. Chris felt lucky to have had a couple of pieces himself.
"Stop your grumbling, little man." His Governess swatted his naked bottom and laughed lightly. "Don't think I can't read your thoughts, if I couldn't figure out your mumbles any way." Playfully, she shoved him along the path.
Chris said nothing. Just in time, he remembered he was ordered to keep silent. They didn't walk too much farther before Governess called out to him to halt. Chris was glad to be relieved of the weight of the pack. He could hear it thud on the ground behind him as she slid the straps off his shoulders.
"Be a good boy, Chris, just stand against this tree while I get everything ready. If you attempt to wander off you might fall into the ravine and get hurt. So I will be forced to tie you for your own protection if you get fidgety." She patted his bottom firmly and left, dragging the pack along with her.
It was cold to be out in the middle of who-knows-where naked. Chris shivered and wished he could walk around or swing his arms to warm up a bit. He couldn't hear her any more. She could be out of view by now, maybe he could at least move around in the spot where she had left him. Chris turned around in a circle once, testing his limits. Nothing happened. Chris flexed his arms and legs, driving a little of the chill from them.
Suddenly from right beside his ear, she whispered, "Don't say I didn't warn you little man."
She pushed Chris against a pine tree; the bark scraped his back and bottom. She quickly looped a rope around him and then tightened it around both him and the tree. His wrists were added to the knot She ran the rope between his legs and made it just a little too snug for his comfort. He couldn't see what she did then. But he felt well put in his place.
"That should take care of you until I'm ready for your part in today's sacrifice." She jerked once on the rope between his legs, digging it into his tender cock and nudging his balls uncomfortably. She laughed nastily, kissed his chest leaving him with a last biting tug on his nipple.
All at once, the word sacrifice sprang out in Chris's mind. What could she mean by that? She couldn't have Pagan sacrifice in mind. Sure he knew she was Pagan. She had taught him some of her ideas and beliefs. They had even done a ritual together when her Aunt had died. Chris had been very honoured to be a part of it.
She was back again, removing his boots and socks, until he stood with his feet as bare as the rest of him. He was untied from the tree she used the rope between his legs to lead him this time. The first unexpected pull was painful as it tugged his balls and dug into his cock. But then he was moving, making sure to keep up no matter how sharp the stones and cut grass were on his feet. His only real thought was how much pain he would feel if he should stumble or even fall now!
"Stop!" She ordered. Chris stopped right away. It was probably the fastest he had ever obeyed one of her orders.
"Kneel." Chris hesitated. It was the first time she had ever asked him to kneel. He wanted to look into her face and read her thoughts. She was usually so open. He could look at her and know how she felt, what her mood was and what she was thinking. But now his eyes were covered and her thoughts were concealed.
She said nothing as they stood there with the wind blowing and the sound of a fire crackling somewhere. Time seemed to wait with them. She did not reach out to him in any way. Not a touch, a sound or a smile that he could see. Finally, Chris bent his knees and lowered himself to the ground. When he was kneeling, feeling the grit of the ground on his knees, she said merely, "Thank you." and removed the blindfold.
Chris looked up and at last was able to see his surroundings. First, he looked at his Governess, attired in a very thin white robe with embroidered leaves and mystical symbols around the hems and sleeves. Her body, nipples hard in the cold air, easily seen through the robe. Chris looked at her face. She smiled down at him tenderly and stroked his face.
Turning his face, she showed him her preparations. There on a very large rock sat several squash and pumpkins, a vase with dried flowers, a photograph in a silver frame, some shells and rocks, a blue and silver bowl with water in it, and candles not yet lit. Just to the side of the rock she had a bonfire going.
"Come and be on my altar Chris, watch out for the circle I have dug into the dirt. Chris then noticed the ground and was quick to keep from stepping on the edge of the circle. She guided him to sit and then lie on the rock, in the middle of the pumpkins, rocks and candles. Behind his ear she tucked a sprig of rosemary. Chris remembered 'rosemary for remembrance'. His wrists still caught in front of him. Chris stayed in place; almost feeling to move would be interrupting something very sacred and personal.
His Governess stepped away from him then and began talking in a voice too soft for him to hear. The words had rhythm and Chris thought she was reading poetry to someone. It wasn't for his ears. At different times she tossed things into the fire. Once he noticed her tossing in what seemed to be a piece of paper with a list on it. She looked at the sky, the ground and off into the four directions while she spoke. It was getting dark and the fire was dying down when she stopped.
"I'm going to release your hands now Chris." Governess said as she did so. "I want you to lie still for me now while I give the sacrifice for the cycle of life, death and rebirth." Governess moved his hands to the sides of his body and removed her robe. Her fingers, only a little chilly, wrapped around his cock. She began rhythmically stroking his shaft while she spoke about the cycle of life. Chris began to get hard as she worked on his cock. She knew just how to stroke him to get the most of his reaction.
"Chris, I am going to use you as a sacrifice to the cycles of nature. I don't want you to speak or interrupt in any other way. Just lie back and everything will be over in a little while." She whispered near his ear, smoothing one hand over the skin of his belly. Her fingers dipped low, making Chris squirm in pleasure. "Mmmm. that's my good boy," She whispered.
She stood over him then, removing her hands from his body. Chris couldn't keep back the moan of displeasure as her hands left him and the chill air seemed to seep slowly back into his skin. She placed a rock, a shell, a stick burnt from the fire and a feather on his belly. Then she climbed on the rock and carefully straddled him. This time she stroked his cock firmly, the kind of attention she gave him when she wanted him to get hard quickly. It worked just as it always did. Chris was unable to hold back moans of pleasure, his squirming almost made the bowl of water and the rock fall from his belly. Governess managed to hold them in place with her other hand.
Just as Chris thought he would have to start pumping his hips and let everything fall, she stopped. Chris could hear nothing over his heavy breathing. She was silent for a long time, so it seemed to Chris waiting desperately for her attention to return to him. Then she picked up the picture of her Aunt and kissed it. She pressed the picture to Chris's lips. Lovingly she returned it to its place on the rock, somewhere just over Chris's head. As she leant over him, Chris tried to catch her nipples in his mouth. She wasn't allowing that however and she lightly slapped his cheek in reprimand.
With only her fingertips she lightly stroked his cock, keeping him very hard and not letting him loose any interest in the proceedings. She removed the bowl of water and placed on the rock around him. Chris knew there was some order she followed but her attentive fingers wouldn't let him think enough to remember what that was. She spoke a few soft words; a very poetic sounding speech.
"I want you to come for me this time my Chris. This will be life, as your sperm carries life within it." She placed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked on him hard. Chris's hips bucked the warmth of her mouth felt too good to his aching cock. He came in another minute, arching his back and pumping his come into her mouth. She swallowed some of it and let the rest spurt out over her breasts and belly. Scooping some off herself she pushed her finger between his lips and wiped it off on his tongue. Scooting her hips back along his thighs, she kissed his softening cock.
"You are doing very well little one. Soon we will be done and I can take you home, warm you up and put you all snug in your own little bed. This next part you won't like nearly as much. But when we are done and all cleaned up I have some homemade pumpkin pie for you. I know you were feeling sad not to have had more of the apple pies we made." She lightly skimmed his belly with her fingernails as she talked. It wasn't long before Chris felt his cock begin to stir to life again.
"That's a good boy. I want you to get nice and hard for me again. We have done the cycles of life and death, now is the time for rebirth." Chris didn't know what she had in mind. If the next orgasm was as good as the first he didn't really care.
Governess worked on his cock with her lips, teeth and nails. In only minutes Chris was again as hard as before. His hips strained underneath her, his cock twitched, aching for the release she would give him when she decided he was ready. His breathing became fast and shallow all his attention focused on one area of his body. In the back of his brain, he had enough power to hear his whimpering while he strained under her expert touch.
"That is very good Chris. You may not come this time. I will let you rest there while I pack everything up now. When you have yourself sorted out come and get pie. I have it tucked away in my pack."
She rolled off his straining, aching body and began gathering up her rocks and shells casually as if he wasn't lying on that rock barely able to keep from screaming. Chris looked down his chest his cock was purple and streaming juice out still. Taking one deep breath and forcing himself to hold it, he asked, "Why?"
"Your sacrifice Chris. I did tell you I wanted you as my sacrifice."
When Chris would have reached for his cock and put himself out of his misery she scolded him, "No, no don't you be a bad boy. I want that cock to stay hard awhile longer."
Chris groaned in frustration and a little anger. He rolled off the rock and watched her put the last of her things in the packs. "Put on your pack and I will feed you pie as we walk back to the car. Oh! You need your boots on still. Go run down over there and fetch them. I will start walking and meet you down the hill where the trail begins."
She turned and left. Chris followed, looking for his boots. He wasn't sure which tree to look under. He grumbled as his feet managed to find every sharp twig on the way.
When he finally found her he was just cold. His erection was as cold as the rest of him. He gave her a look showing her as much of his misery as he could fit into it. She only smiled and handed him his clothes.
"I bet you are glad I brought these with us. I know something else that will brighten you up. There is a little town just a half-hours drive from here. There is a very nice hotel there and we have a room booked for the rest of the night." She grinned at him. "Are you ready for that pie now?"
Chris thought Halloween might not be a write off after all. "Can I trick or treat?"
She laughed huskily, "I'm so wet right now you can trick or treat all night long little boy."
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Saturday August 03, 2002
Chris stumbled along, blindfolded and unable to see whatever he was stumbling over. He was glad to be wearing boots at least. The trail had far too many rocks and tree branches scratching his upper body. With his hands secured in front of him, he was unable to protect himself. His Governess had strapped a heavy pack onto his back and he could feel something solid thud into his back each time he stumbled. The wind blew the chill of autumn nipped at his bare skin, bringing goose bumps and shivers along his tall frame.
His Governess walked behind him encouraging him to keep moving. She used something that made the sound of a whip and had the sting of a whip too. Chris knew she didn't own a whip though. Chris plodded along, trying to feel for his steps but not being given the time to do so with his Governess whipping his tender bottom and urging him to keep going.
It must still be daylight; he could hear birds somewhere. He could not ask the time or anything else, he was to keep silent until allowed to speak. She had brought him here, blindfolded and tied into his seat. He knew she had brought some of her scented candles. They had scented the car on the drive, a small pleasure she had not denied him. Other smells tempted his nose too. He was sure he could smell pumpkin pie, one of his favourite things. But he hadn't seen Governess making any pies other than the apple pies from Thanksgiving. Those were long gone, all too quickly divided up with friends and family. Chris felt lucky to have had a couple of pieces himself.
"Stop your grumbling, little man." His Governess swatted his naked bottom and laughed lightly. "Don't think I can't read your thoughts, if I couldn't figure out your mumbles any way." Playfully, she shoved him along the path.
Chris said nothing. Just in time, he remembered he was ordered to keep silent. They didn't walk too much farther before Governess called out to him to halt. Chris was glad to be relieved of the weight of the pack. He could hear it thud on the ground behind him as she slid the straps off his shoulders.
"Be a good boy, Chris, just stand against this tree while I get everything ready. If you attempt to wander off you might fall into the ravine and get hurt. So I will be forced to tie you for your own protection if you get fidgety." She patted his bottom firmly and left, dragging the pack along with her.
It was cold to be out in the middle of who-knows-where naked. Chris shivered and wished he could walk around or swing his arms to warm up a bit. He couldn't hear her any more. She could be out of view by now, maybe he could at least move around in the spot where she had left him. Chris turned around in a circle once, testing his limits. Nothing happened. Chris flexed his arms and legs, driving a little of the chill from them.
Suddenly from right beside his ear, she whispered, "Don't say I didn't warn you little man."
She pushed Chris against a pine tree; the bark scraped his back and bottom. She quickly looped a rope around him and then tightened it around both him and the tree. His wrists were added to the knot She ran the rope between his legs and made it just a little too snug for his comfort. He couldn't see what she did then. But he felt well put in his place.
"That should take care of you until I'm ready for your part in today's sacrifice." She jerked once on the rope between his legs, digging it into his tender cock and nudging his balls uncomfortably. She laughed nastily, kissed his chest leaving him with a last biting tug on his nipple.
All at once, the word sacrifice sprang out in Chris's mind. What could she mean by that? She couldn't have Pagan sacrifice in mind. Sure he knew she was Pagan. She had taught him some of her ideas and beliefs. They had even done a ritual together when her Aunt had died. Chris had been very honoured to be a part of it.
She was back again, removing his boots and socks, until he stood with his feet as bare as the rest of him. He was untied from the tree she used the rope between his legs to lead him this time. The first unexpected pull was painful as it tugged his balls and dug into his cock. But then he was moving, making sure to keep up no matter how sharp the stones and cut grass were on his feet. His only real thought was how much pain he would feel if he should stumble or even fall now!
"Stop!" She ordered. Chris stopped right away. It was probably the fastest he had ever obeyed one of her orders.
"Kneel." Chris hesitated. It was the first time she had ever asked him to kneel. He wanted to look into her face and read her thoughts. She was usually so open. He could look at her and know how she felt, what her mood was and what she was thinking. But now his eyes were covered and her thoughts were concealed.
She said nothing as they stood there with the wind blowing and the sound of a fire crackling somewhere. Time seemed to wait with them. She did not reach out to him in any way. Not a touch, a sound or a smile that he could see. Finally, Chris bent his knees and lowered himself to the ground. When he was kneeling, feeling the grit of the ground on his knees, she said merely, "Thank you." and removed the blindfold.
Chris looked up and at last was able to see his surroundings. First, he looked at his Governess, attired in a very thin white robe with embroidered leaves and mystical symbols around the hems and sleeves. Her body, nipples hard in the cold air, easily seen through the robe. Chris looked at her face. She smiled down at him tenderly and stroked his face.
Turning his face, she showed him her preparations. There on a very large rock sat several squash and pumpkins, a vase with dried flowers, a photograph in a silver frame, some shells and rocks, a blue and silver bowl with water in it, and candles not yet lit. Just to the side of the rock she had a bonfire going.
"Come and be on my altar Chris, watch out for the circle I have dug into the dirt. Chris then noticed the ground and was quick to keep from stepping on the edge of the circle. She guided him to sit and then lie on the rock, in the middle of the pumpkins, rocks and candles. Behind his ear she tucked a sprig of rosemary. Chris remembered 'rosemary for remembrance'. His wrists still caught in front of him. Chris stayed in place; almost feeling to move would be interrupting something very sacred and personal.
His Governess stepped away from him then and began talking in a voice too soft for him to hear. The words had rhythm and Chris thought she was reading poetry to someone. It wasn't for his ears. At different times she tossed things into the fire. Once he noticed her tossing in what seemed to be a piece of paper with a list on it. She looked at the sky, the ground and off into the four directions while she spoke. It was getting dark and the fire was dying down when she stopped.
"I'm going to release your hands now Chris." Governess said as she did so. "I want you to lie still for me now while I give the sacrifice for the cycle of life, death and rebirth." Governess moved his hands to the sides of his body and removed her robe. Her fingers, only a little chilly, wrapped around his cock. She began rhythmically stroking his shaft while she spoke about the cycle of life. Chris began to get hard as she worked on his cock. She knew just how to stroke him to get the most of his reaction.
"Chris, I am going to use you as a sacrifice to the cycles of nature. I don't want you to speak or interrupt in any other way. Just lie back and everything will be over in a little while." She whispered near his ear, smoothing one hand over the skin of his belly. Her fingers dipped low, making Chris squirm in pleasure. "Mmmm. that's my good boy," She whispered.
She stood over him then, removing her hands from his body. Chris couldn't keep back the moan of displeasure as her hands left him and the chill air seemed to seep slowly back into his skin. She placed a rock, a shell, a stick burnt from the fire and a feather on his belly. Then she climbed on the rock and carefully straddled him. This time she stroked his cock firmly, the kind of attention she gave him when she wanted him to get hard quickly. It worked just as it always did. Chris was unable to hold back moans of pleasure, his squirming almost made the bowl of water and the rock fall from his belly. Governess managed to hold them in place with her other hand.
Just as Chris thought he would have to start pumping his hips and let everything fall, she stopped. Chris could hear nothing over his heavy breathing. She was silent for a long time, so it seemed to Chris waiting desperately for her attention to return to him. Then she picked up the picture of her Aunt and kissed it. She pressed the picture to Chris's lips. Lovingly she returned it to its place on the rock, somewhere just over Chris's head. As she leant over him, Chris tried to catch her nipples in his mouth. She wasn't allowing that however and she lightly slapped his cheek in reprimand.
With only her fingertips she lightly stroked his cock, keeping him very hard and not letting him loose any interest in the proceedings. She removed the bowl of water and placed on the rock around him. Chris knew there was some order she followed but her attentive fingers wouldn't let him think enough to remember what that was. She spoke a few soft words; a very poetic sounding speech.
"I want you to come for me this time my Chris. This will be life, as your sperm carries life within it." She placed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked on him hard. Chris's hips bucked the warmth of her mouth felt too good to his aching cock. He came in another minute, arching his back and pumping his come into her mouth. She swallowed some of it and let the rest spurt out over her breasts and belly. Scooping some off herself she pushed her finger between his lips and wiped it off on his tongue. Scooting her hips back along his thighs, she kissed his softening cock.
"You are doing very well little one. Soon we will be done and I can take you home, warm you up and put you all snug in your own little bed. This next part you won't like nearly as much. But when we are done and all cleaned up I have some homemade pumpkin pie for you. I know you were feeling sad not to have had more of the apple pies we made." She lightly skimmed his belly with her fingernails as she talked. It wasn't long before Chris felt his cock begin to stir to life again.
"That's a good boy. I want you to get nice and hard for me again. We have done the cycles of life and death, now is the time for rebirth." Chris didn't know what she had in mind. If the next orgasm was as good as the first he didn't really care.
Governess worked on his cock with her lips, teeth and nails. In only minutes Chris was again as hard as before. His hips strained underneath her, his cock twitched, aching for the release she would give him when she decided he was ready. His breathing became fast and shallow all his attention focused on one area of his body. In the back of his brain, he had enough power to hear his whimpering while he strained under her expert touch.
"That is very good Chris. You may not come this time. I will let you rest there while I pack everything up now. When you have yourself sorted out come and get pie. I have it tucked away in my pack."
She rolled off his straining, aching body and began gathering up her rocks and shells casually as if he wasn't lying on that rock barely able to keep from screaming. Chris looked down his chest his cock was purple and streaming juice out still. Taking one deep breath and forcing himself to hold it, he asked, "Why?"
"Your sacrifice Chris. I did tell you I wanted you as my sacrifice."
When Chris would have reached for his cock and put himself out of his misery she scolded him, "No, no don't you be a bad boy. I want that cock to stay hard awhile longer."
Chris groaned in frustration and a little anger. He rolled off the rock and watched her put the last of her things in the packs. "Put on your pack and I will feed you pie as we walk back to the car. Oh! You need your boots on still. Go run down over there and fetch them. I will start walking and meet you down the hill where the trail begins."
She turned and left. Chris followed, looking for his boots. He wasn't sure which tree to look under. He grumbled as his feet managed to find every sharp twig on the way.
When he finally found her he was just cold. His erection was as cold as the rest of him. He gave her a look showing her as much of his misery as he could fit into it. She only smiled and handed him his clothes.
"I bet you are glad I brought these with us. I know something else that will brighten you up. There is a little town just a half-hours drive from here. There is a very nice hotel there and we have a room booked for the rest of the night." She grinned at him. "Are you ready for that pie now?"
Chris thought Halloween might not be a write off after all. "Can I trick or treat?"
She laughed huskily, "I'm so wet right now you can trick or treat all night long little boy."
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