Apr 27, 2012

Friday Fiction

She tried to relax as he pulled the final rope tight, tried not to think about how terribly helpless she now felt.

He stood back and admired his handiwork.  His sweet sub lay blindfolded on the bed, her arms above her head, hands cuffed to one of the iron bars that made up their headboard.  Her legs were pulled up and spread wide, feet almost back above her shoulders, her naked pussy open and exposed.  He reached down, stroked one finger up her already moist slit, causing her to moan softly.

"You look beautiful, my little one," he whispered, bending to place a gentle kiss on her clit.  He straightened and laid a stinging slap where his lips had just been, rewarded by her surprised squeal.

He turned away, then paused.  "Almost forgot."  She felt him place something on the bed between her legs, then there was the sound of the door shutting, and all was silent.

Wait a minute, did he leave?

She listened intently for some sound, but the room felt empty, Dom-less.

"Sir?" she whispered.  Nothing.  She took a few deep breaths, wondering what he was doing, knowing that he'd never put her in any kind of danger.  The seconds ticked by, turning into long minutes...

The sound of the door being pushed open was so faint, she thought she may have imagined it, but a moment later, a soft laugh made her jerk in surprise.

" 'Eat Me' hm?" an amused voice came from the end of the bed.  Paper rustled as he removed the sign from in front of her pussy.  "I can do that."

Who...?  her thoughts were interrupted as she felt weight press the bed down, and then his warm breath was on the bare, sensitive skin between her legs, giving her goosebumps. His tongue slipped slowly between her cunt lips, curling into her, then immediately back out, as though she were being taste-tested.  The thought made her shiver, and her pussy contracted involuntarily, raising another low chuckle from her unknown visitor.

"Yummy," he whispered, his lips grazing her.  Then his mouth came down on her with authority, clearly savoring this unexpected entree.

She couldn't see, couldn't move; she could only breathe and moan and feel.  'Helpless' suddenly took on a whole new meaning as the man between her legs masterfully controlled her arousal with his lips, tongue, teeth... 

Her first climax left her breathless and too-sensitive, but she couldn't push him away.

No no no, too much... she wasn't even sure she'd said it out loud

He didn't pause to let her recover.  Instead, he turned his head slightly sideways and began kissing, sliding his tongue between her lips and into her still-clenching pussy like he was making out with her.  The sudden gentleness felt amazing, and she relaxed under him, feeling her arousal spiral back upwards again.  She laid her head back and completely gave in.

The bed was damp and her cunt was throbbing and dripping before her nameless visitor finally had his fill.  He shifted over her and she had a moment to smell her own scent before his lips pressed against her own, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he forced her to taste what he'd so recently been enjoying.

He kissed her passionately for a few moments before pushing away.  She whimpered into the darkness, missing his company.

The next sound in the room was her sharp cry of pain as leather made loud contact with her exposed backside.  The blow was followed by another and another, laying fiery trails across her ass and the backs of her thighs.  She'd never been spanked in this position before; she couldn't even close her legs, and more than one time, her swollen pussy lips felt the sting of the strap as well.  Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes, even as she felt her cunt begin to drool again.

"Look at my little slut, getting turned on even after she's already come so many times."  Her Dom's voice surprised her.

He'd been the one whipping her?  How long had he been in the room?  Was he watching as she so wantonly enjoyed the pleasure another man gave?

She felt the ropes holding her ankles up go slack, sighed as her legs were let down onto the bed.  Then he was turning her over, arms still held captive by the handcuffs.

Master's hand wrapped tightly in her hair, his breath hot in her ear. "On your knees, ass up.  Beg your new friend to fuck you."

Even as she opened her mouth to obey, she felt hands spreading her from behind.  That expert tongue carressed her again, starting at her pussy and going all the way up her slit until it delved into the damp hollow of her asshole.  She moaned deeply, eliciting a chuckle from her Sir.

"Good girl," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Saliva dripped down to lubricate, and then a finger was pushing into her, claiming her ass.  She relaxed, opened, offering herself.

Please please fuck me...

Large hands gripped her hips, pulling her back, sliding her onto a thick cock.  His low groan made her shiver and press backwards. He began slowly, then became rough, fucking her hard, dominating her as skillfully as her Master did.

She wondered if she'd know him when the blindfold came off. 

She wondered if her Master was still watching...

Feb 2, 2012

Groundhog Day

February 2

She woke up smiling, yawned, stretched, wriggled her toes.  What a great morning.

Wait a moment... she was definitely not a morning person.  What the heck?

Lttle wisps of dream came floating back through her brain: clean white sheets, strong male hands, clear brown eyes... Oh, okay, Mr. Fantasy was the reason for today's good mood.

She felt her pussy get moist, and desperately scrambled to recall more of that dream.  She was underneath him... he was pinning her down, his hands on her wrists, his lips pressed hard against hers.  He smelled clean, like soap and aftershave...  His mouth moved to one of her breasts, teeth skimming across her tight nipple...

Dammit!  The dream was nothing but little snatches of sensation and emotion.  Frustrated, but horny as hell, she reached into her nightstand drawer for her favorite bullet with one hand, the other dipping under the covers to comfort her swollen pussy.

Just then, her phone went off, scaring the crap out of her.  Fuck, alarm, totally not fair!  With a scowl, she switched off the phone, shut the nightstand drawer, and slid out of bed, trying to ignore the urgent throbbing between her thighs.  Mr. Fantasy would just have to wait until later, she couldn't be late today.


She pulled up to a large, warehouse-looking building with ten minutes to spare; early--a first for her!  The sign on the front read: Firing Range and Self-Defense/Weapons Training School.  "Ready for this?" she muttered to herself.

The building seemed large, and she was worried about getting lost, but she easily followed the signs to where the class was going to be held.  The only one in the room was a handsome man, darkly tanned, wearing jean shorts and a T-shirt.  He had a holster strapped to his waist, with some sort of gun in it, and he turned to greet her with the sexiest smile she had ever seen.

"Hi, I'm John, and I'm the instructor for this class."  He reached out his hand to shake hers, and when they touched, little tingles of electricity shot straight from his fingers to her pussy.  She stared into his brown eyes in shock, holding on for a few moments too long, and swore she saw a look of understanding cross over his face.  Blushing, she dropped his hand, stammering out her name.

The other five students in the class arrived shortly and they began the first lesson of their six-hour day.

At noon, John called a break for lunch... for everyone except her.  "I just want to talk to you for a moment, and then you can join everyone outside," he said.

John half-sat on a table that he'd been using for display purposes.  "Come here," he said softly, an odd, firm tone to his voice.  She found herself easily responding to it.  He reached out, grasped her wrist, pulled her a few inches closer.  "You handle yourself well, but I see something in you.  I know you."

She blinked at him.  What?  He did?

"Call me Professor for the rest of the day, understand?"

She stared up at him, suddenly inhaling the fresh, clean, amazingly male scent of him.  Her brain flashed back to this morning, her dream...  she felt mesmerized...

"Yes, Professor," she whispered.

"Goddammit that's hot," he murmured, standing, pulling her to his side, his hand reaching to twist into her hair and yank her head back.  His lips hit hers in a crushing kiss...


She woke up smiling, yawned, stretched, wriggled her toes.  What a great morning!

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Jan 12, 2012

Oral Exam

He'd already positioned her in front of him, on her knees and naked except for her sheer black thigh-highs and heels.  Her expression was contrite as she stared submissively up at him--now it was contrite anyhow.  It hadn't been that way ten minutes ago...

"Did you understand your instructions clearly, little one?"

"Yes, Master, it's just, I got distracted..."

"Distracted?" He cocked an eyebrow.  "Really?  And you think that's a good excuse, my little slut?"

"Really, it's not that big of a deal!"

He sighed inwardly.  He'd known his new slave would come with some discipline problems, but such outright defiance?  He felt his cock shift as it hardened slightly... a good teaching session was definitely what was needed here.

And that had led to where she was now: properly humbled and on her knees in front of him.  A good start.

"I think you need to learn who your Master is." His voice was calm, and very quiet.  It caused a shiver to run through her, and he knew that if he bent to feel, the soft folds of her cunt would be wet already.

He unzipped his pants.  "Open your mouth, slut."

Feeling the warm, thick head of his cock slide past her open lips almost made him lose his composure--almost.  She tried to slide her lips all the way down his shaft and he wrapped his hand in her long hair and jerked her back.

"No!"  It was a low, sharp rebuke that took her so completely by surprise that she dropped him out of her mouth entirely.

"Master?" Her eyes were big and confused.

His expression softened a bit.  "Little slave, I told you that you are learning who your Master is, didn't I?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl.  Then I control you; your only job is to please me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."  Her eyes gazed adoringly up at him.

He controlled the smile that wanted to flash across his face; she was definitely eager to please him.

Fingers still entwined tightly in her hair, he guided her back into position, pushing just the head of his tightly-throbbing cock past her lips.

"Wrap your lips around it and use your tongue to explore it," he directed.  Her instant obedience pleased him, as did her wet tongue, as he slowly inserted himself deeper into her mouth, pausing often to let her explore the length of him.

When she reached his base, he instructed her to suck him for a few moments, pleasantly surprised that she'd managed to take his whole length without choking.  But when his hand tightened in her hair, she stopped and held perfectly still, awaiting his next instructions.

"Mmmm," he growled appreciatively. "Very good, slut.  Now it's my turn. Open up for me."

He yanked her hair harshly, forcing a little squeal of pain out of her as he pulled her head back so that he could see her face.  "Don't close your eyes, keep looking at me, understand?"

She nodded a fraction, focusing her gaze on his.

He fucked her mouth slowly at first, savoring how wet it was, relishing the feeling of his cock-head hitting the back of her throat with each stroke.  Languidly he gazed down at her, admiring her full breasts, her beautiful ass...

He pushed his cock as far down her throat as possible and smacked her sharply enough across the cheek that a tear came to her eye.

"Your hand, slut.  I didn't authorize you to touch yourself."  She struggled beneath him, trying not to choke on the fullness in her throat.  "Hands behind your back."  That calm, stern voice again.  "Right.  Now."

Her hands flew behind her back and locked themselves together.  He pulled free of her, leaving her gasping in front of him.

"Lay back, slut."  It was a terse order, one with an expectation of being immediately obeyed.

He admired the pose for a moment: her on her knees, bent back, lying on her hands, legs apart, dripping pussy completely exposed to him.  Then he bent and smacked her wet, swollen cunt... hard.

She cried out in surprise and pain, but he could tell she'd controlled the impulse to move.

"Whose pussy is this?" he murmured, inserting two fingers into her.  She moaned, her muscles clenching around him.

"Yours, Master," she whispered.

"Do you touch your Master's toys without permission, slave?"

She shuddered as he started pushing his fingers in and out of her, rubbing small circles around her clit with his thumb.  "N-n-no, M-master."

"I think my little slut wants to cum," he said thoughtfully.

"Oh yes, yes please Master!" Her voice was so hopeful.

He played with her for a few more seconds then withdrew his fingers and smacked her again, harder this time.  "Good, slut.  I like it when you're wet for me.  Now sit up, and keep your arms behind you from now on."

He ignored her pout as he slid his cock back into her mouth and twined his fingers back into her hair.   This time, he didn't hesitate, but took her forcefully, fucking her mouth like he would fuck her cunt: hard and rough.  Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks; saliva began to pool off her lower lip; her cheeks were flushed with passion and she could hardly keep from gagging on him.  God she looked beautiful!

He held her gaze, his cock slamming into her thoat once, twice more, then suddenly withdrew.

She kept her eyes on his and her mouth open for him.  Good slut.

With a shudder, he came on her, painting her face with his seed, marking her as HIS.  She closed her eyes as she felt his warmth spatter across her, but kept her mouth open, her tongue out, wanting to taste him.

She stayed perfectly still, eyes still closed, awaiting his instructions, as he zipped up.

He tapped the jizz-free end of her nose, smiling at what a pretty picture she made.  "Good girl," he growled.  "Now take some of what I gave you onto your fingers and use it to play with MY pussy.  I want you to cum for me."

"Yes Master," she murmured, opening her legs wider and reaching up to wipe some of his already-thickening semen off her cheek.  Her fingers went to her pussy, starting into slow, tentative circles...