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Caution: Trigger for rape. Not erotica.
She looked at the petals that were scattered on the ground. As she moved her hand towards them, the mere shift in the air scattered the closest ones. The scent of the flowers was heady, especially right under the bushes where she lay. »Read More
He could hear the sound of metal on metal, making his skin crawl until he recognised that it was a swingline can opener being used. His eyes grew big under the mask as he could smell different things starting to come to him while he knelt where she had put him. Sweet and savory and vinegary... It all mixed as he took in a deep breath.
A hand on his shoulder and a calm word let him up from his place on the floor. The blindfold was taken off, the light much brighter than before he had been in darkness. The Dom smiled as he looked and saw the cans of food that had been opened and then dished into clear bowls. Chocolate pudding. BBQ beans. Tomato ketchup. A few things he did not recognize. He was wondering, and hoping, about the large dill pickles.
A towel was on the armless chair and some cling-wrap was on the sturdy table. The Dom moved and he saw that she had taken her boots off, a slight moistness on her feet from her washing them as he had been kneeling. Her hands went to her top and started to undo it, the breasts he had been hoping to see finally released. She sat on the table and smiled. She reached for the pudding and a large spoon. His eyes were transfixed as she scooped out some of the pudding and brought one foot up to smear it along her instep and toes. More was ladled out and her nipples were covered with the chocolate.
“I think it is snack time.”
The Mistress had him over the arm of the couch, his bare ass up and to be used as she wished. He felt a hand on his back and then heard what he would find out was the swish of the cane coming towards him. It hit, the intensity of it blocking out everything for a moment. He couldn’t even react until the third or fourth strike on the back of his thighs. He closed his eyes to the tears that almost stung as much as the stripes he was getting from the cane in her hand. The pain was excruciating and got worse if she paused, letting the welts come up, the blood rush to the injured area.
She stopped, lightly rubbing the skin where she had been hitting him. He could feel the fingertips running along the lines she had just laid out. She smacked him with an open palm, his hips jerking into the couch arm. She laughed lightly at that and her palm hit his other cheek. He tried to stay still, but the combination of the caning and her starting to spank him was almost too much. Almost.
He was blindfolded. He was face down on the table, wondering why there was cling-film under him. There was a slight ‘click’ and he could hear her move. She ran her hand down one side and then the other side of his exposed back, gently caressing him. He could not help but call out when the first drops of the wax hit his skin. The first few drops landed, and then she stopped. She let it cool slightly and then more drops were on him. There was a build-up, of wax and heat until he could not stand it any more, and she poured on the wax, not drip by drip. He sucked in his breath and let it out as a stuttering moan after he couldn’t hold it any more. He felt her fingernails on his skin and then under the edge of the wax. She was prying it off, scraping with her fingernails to loosen and then pulling, taking some of his hair with it. He felt her breath on his skin and he smiled as the sensation as she blew across the cooling area.
It is hard to sit. I left your side less than an hour ago and I cannot stay still. It isn’t the waiting for the plane. It isn’t the awful molded plastic seats. It is the hand prints you left on my ass before we left the parking structure.
The lot was mostly full as you drove us in, taking a ticket from the machine and winding your way up the levels. You found a place near the elevator, but did not allow me to leave the van as you pulled my luggage from the back. You opened the side doors and a simple command brought me through the van and kneeing on the edge of the doorway. You motioned and I turned, my back to you as I knelt.
I can feel each finger of your hand as I try to stay still. You had pushed me forward and pulled down my pants. My underwear was little padding against the two smacks you landed on me. Each cheek still smarts and feels warm even through my pants.
You pulled the underwear down and looked at me, my ass in the air as a family walked past, talking about their vacation. I knew they could not see me in the van, but it still made my stomach flutter thinking they may be able to tell what you were doing.
I gasped and bit my lip when I felt your fingers go into me. I thought you were going to fuck me right there and I could feel the heat of my face was almost as hot as my ass. You played with me making me hold back moans and then stopped. It was exquisite frustration.
You pulled my clothing back into place and rubbed where you had left your hand print. You let me come out of the van and I was unsteady and I almost tripped on the way to the elevator. I still am feeling little tremors as I sit here, trying to not show how your attentions excited me.
I don’t know how I am going to last the four hour trip home.
Thank you.
I am your fantasy
You imagine, and I am the form it takes
The look, the feel, the sensation
The leather, the rope, the sweat
Fantasy for an hour
The glow lasts for days
Real life chafes, the fantasy is strong
Imagine, the feet you kneel at
Look up, see your fantasy come to life
She looked at the little red box. It had been left on the table along with the envelope with his payment. She had known him long enough to know that he had given her what had been negotiated, never less, and sometimes a little more. The red box was new.
She had not mentioned anything about a birthday or anniversary or even a holiday. He had left something for her, just because.
She ignored the envelope and picked up the box. Not too big and not heavy. It did rattle, though. The red foil top was sealed down with a small piece of tape easily slit with her fingernail. She opened the box and smiled.
Two things were in the box. The practical of the two was gift card for a local store. She had seen him there several times while she was shopping. It was good to know he paid attention. The second item was a key.
It was a small key with a plastic coating on the end. It could have been for just about anything. She couldn’t see the brand mark under the plastic. The brass colored key was obviously new.
The one part of the gift she knew what she was going to do with. She had been eyeing something for a while and now she knew she could afford it. The other... She started to put the box back together when she saw that there was a folded piece of paper in the bottom.
It was his handwriting. All it said was, “for next time”, with a web address written under that. She smiled and went to her computer to look it up. She smiled wider when she saw what they key went with.
The key in it’s box was labeled and put into his file. She nodded to herself and looked forward to using it on him. It was always nice to know what her clients wanted, and this was going to be fun.
The Detective looked at the scrawl on the wall. It had dripped, but the blood had started to congeal and dry before the person had finished what they had written. Whomever had done it had gone, the source of the blood gone, too.
He looked at the chain and manacles. He had experience with such, but he backed out of the scene and pulled his gloves off before calling his expert.
“Madame Mo... Detective Metcalf? Is that you?”
He nodded knowing she couldn’t see him. “Ash, do you know the playspace that Desmond was advertising?”
He heard a hesitation. “Is this business or pleasure, Dick?”
The detective grimaced, feeling his greying stubble pull where he had missed it that morning. “I’m not sure what happened over here, Ash. But it looks like we will need you on this one.”
There was a sigh before he heard, “How much time can I take? I had a client coming in less than twenty minutes.”
“The blood is fresh.” »Read More
He looked at the single sheet of writing paper I had just handed him from the ream I had brought with me. He was confused and looked back up at me. “Paper?”
I nodded. He looked at it, trying to see if it was more than the plain, store bought lined paper it was. I watched his confusion and frustration grow.
I handed him a pen. “Twenty lines.”
A flash of pain went across his face, but he knew not to argue. “Yes, Ma’am.”
It was a simple sentence, but it took him a while to write it as he was kneeling on the floor with his pants around his ankles. I waited and when he sat back up, I stood and held my hand out for the page. He had rushed on a few of the lines, but it was not the lines that was the point of the punishment.
I smiled, but not kindly. “Stand.” I took the pen from him as he stood, his bunched pants making it difficult for him to stand for a second. I marked the errors on the page and turned so that he could see the marks I put on the paper.
I walked to the open space on the wall and judged his height. I held the page onto the wall with my finger and moved so he could see. “Come here.”
He shuffled over and looked at the paper where I had marked it. He grimaced, but did not say anything. I positioned him and held his forehead against the wall, holding the paper to the wall, his eyes too close to see it, but he knew what was on the page.
“Stay there until I say you can move. And don’t let the page fall.” »Read More
The holidays were done. The dull winter had set in, many people leaving their lights and decorations up to keep the festive air going. It was back to the routine of work for many.
Mark was helping Jackie pack. They were going away for almost two weeks, but not on vacation. There was a convention in Miami that they and two others from the company were going to, the four of them to man the booth in the vender’s hall and schmooze with as many potential clients as possible.
“Are you sure this is what he wants you to wear?” Mark held up one of the new shirts, looking at how little fabric there was in them, even though they were still a size 20.
Jackie nodded. “The skirts are short, too. I’m not sure why Frank insisted, but Mary and I had to go shopping, and it was on the company dime, too.”
Mark refolded the shirt and put it in the large suitcase. “I think he is micromanaging with this. A new outfit for every day at the convention? Phil and I had to do that, too.”
Jackie sealed the top of the clear bag and tossed her jewelry into the luggage. “I know I don’t want to spend $30 to get a shirt laundered at the hotel.”
Mark blinked. “Wow. Maybe I’ll put in a few extra...”
Jackie laughed. She was happy. She was happy they were both going, and able to share a room. She was also happy that her Mother had liked him, and had not started in on asking when they were getting married, at least until the last day she was there.
“I saw that you had some new shirts, too.”
Mark looked up shyly. He nodded and said, “They are a little tight, but both Phil and I have them. They have the company logo on them, so we have to wear them.”
Jackie put the clear bag with the second pair of heels in the luggage. “Why Phil? He has been in the company only three months and does samples accounting. Not that I am objecting. You two make a pair-”
Mark stepped to Jackie and kissed her. “You know I’ve wanted to see you with him. It would be almost like watching me with you.”
She giggled like a teen and kissed him. It felt so different from before he had made it clear to her that he wanted her and loved her. Mark had let Jackie come out of her shell, and to let herself have permission to grow in many ways. “We will have to see how the timing works out down there...”
His arms were around her, his hands on her round ass. “I don’t know even the slightest how to bring something like that up with him.”
“If it happens, it happens.” Jackie kissed his chin and turned in his arms, his hands sliding on her hips and then holding her to him as she tried to put another pair of shoes into a clear bag. He started to grind slightly into her and she had to steady herself on the closet door.
“We have an hour until the car comes to pick us up...” Mark’s voice was full of lust and promise. His hand went from her stomach to her breast and started to fiddle with the button holding her shirt closed over her breasts.
“Mark!” She gasped as he slid his hand in and started to grope her breast. “We only have an hour! I already took a shower, hun. You cum like a racehorse and I don’t have time-”
He turned her around and reached into his pocket. “I am a boy scout.” A condom was in his hand.
She laughed. “Oh, Mark. I am glad you want to. So do I, but we don’t have time.”
He pouted. “Please?” He started to pull her to the bed. “I will buy you something while we are down there.”
Jackie felt his hands pushing up her skirt and she could not really object. They had not had the time to be together for three days and it had been distracting working together and not being able to do anything about it. “What will you buy me?”
He grinned as he pushed her panties to the side and felt how ready she was. “One of those Miami Bikini’s. Postage stamp sized.”
She used the strength that she had been gaining with the weightlifting and pushed him onto the bed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Mark’s hands were on himself, pulling his hard cock from his pants and pushing the pants and underwear down slightly to keep Jackie’s juices from staining his travel clothes. “Bright purple with yellow polkadots.”
Jackie was straddling Mark as he put the condom on. “I will use it as a slingshot and throw muffins at your window every morning.” She gasped as he slid into her.
“You want to make me go off...my...regimen.” Mark was thrusting up into Jackie and holding onto her hips.
“Fuck you,” Jackie panted as she rolled her hips in time to Mark’s thrusts. “You eat twice, ah, as much as I do and don’t gain, ah! Don’t gain anything.”
He smiled as he said, “That’s because I have to keep pace with... Augh! You!” Mark’s fingers held onto Jackie tight as he started to cum. He went as fast as he could, trying to get her to cum, too, but he knew it was not enough.
They were panting into each other’s mouths. Jackie was still moving slightly, feeling Mark’s cock shrink inside her. He groaned and she knew she had to move before the condom slipped out.
“Now I am going to be horny for the trip. Thank you, hun.”
Mark shakily took off the condom and put it into the wrapper before putting it into the trash beside the bed. “Two bikini’s.”
Jackie slapped his ass when he stood, both of them smiling.