The Chase

Her breath came in short, painful gasps as she ran through the trees, scanning for places to hide. She knew there were spots; she wasn't completely unfamiliar with this setting.

He was somewhere back there. On her trail. Coming for her. She could almost smell his desire. She paused, shivering in the darkening gloam of the evening. Her ears were on high alert, listening for any trace of a sound that might tell her he was close.

The tree she had stopped beside was rough against her nearly bare skin. All she wore was a simple dress, more of a shift really, that barely covered the fact that she wore no bra and only flimsy panties.

What was that? Her head turned toward the sound. Did a branch crack? Without a sound, she was off again, darting to the right, where she vaguely remembered there might be an old barn...

Low underbrush scraped at her legs, leaving red lines. She barely noticed, even when a particularly thorny plant snagged her skin and left a small trail of blood to snake down her thigh.

There! A dim shape suddenly rose out of the gloom: a weathered old barn, its creaky doors sitting unguarded and askew, its roof obviously half caved in. It gently invited her to hide in its depths.

She paused at the entrance, cocked her head, listening. He was out there, hunting her... but he was too good: she couldn't sense a thing. Without a sound, she slipped into the crumbling structure.

The smell of musty hay and oil greeted her nostrils. She had to pick her way over various wooden beams, farm tools, and other, unidentified objects.  Near the back of the structure, she found some old horse stalls. Perhaps she could crouch inside a nook or cranny there…

One look into the small wooden horse pens made her realize that these were too obvious; he'd find her in an instant. This barn offered nothing for her. She turned to find an escape, but there he was, silhouetted against the entrance.

He was so large that his form seemed to fill the entryway. She shuddered and instinctively ducked, although he couldn't see her from his angle.

As quietly as possible, she slipped into the nearest stall; there were no other options. Maybe if she hid right against the wall... didn't even breathe...

"I know you're in here, little fawn..." His voice carried through the barn, even though he spoke softly.

She tried to suppress her shiver of fear, ignoring the way the cleft between her thighs began to heat.

He moved like an animal, intent on rousting his prey, seeming to come straight for her hiding space... But no—he’d stopped to look in another area.

She dared  to lean forward, stealing a glance between the rotting boards. He was like a wolf, scenting for her. She wondered if he could smell her fear, or perhaps her growing arousal.

When she pulled back, the traitorous boards creaked, the small sound like a gunshot in the still darkness of the barn. She actually felt his teeth bare in a satisfied smile, even from across the distance between them.

"I've found you, my little one," he murmured, stalking toward her location. "And I'm very very hungry..."

With a shriek, she jumped up and tried to push past him, intent on gaining her freedom. He caught her easily, his body blocking her escape, his arms encircling her much smaller frame.

With a laugh that sounded to her ears like a triumphant howl, he wrapped one fist in her hair while the other encircled her throat. Then he pushed her back into the stall.

With ease, he pressed her back, dropping her flat onto the dusty old hay covering the floor, his body coming down to cover hers. Her instincts took over and she kicked and squirmed, trying to escape. A low snarl escaped her lips as he pinned her wrists against the ground.

His body on top of hers, his hands holding her wrists, he bent and found her throat, his mouth closing on one side of her neck. His teeth bit into her, gently at first, then harder, until her body stiffened, and she squealed with pain.

Then he sat up and looked her in the eyes. "Mine," he growled at her. He pushed her wrists together, grasping both with one of his large palms. His other hand slipped between them, grasping her panties and effortlessly pulling them down. His fingers felt for her pussy, held it. "Mine," he said again.

Her eyes were big as she stared up at him. She was trembling, but she couldn't tell any more whether it was with fear or desire. Both warred within her.

He wasn't waiting for her to decide. She was his prey, and he wanted to taste her. With a grunt, he pushed her dress up around her chest, bent, and pulled one of her breasts into his mouth, his teeth gnawing at the tender nipple. The hand restraining her let go of her wrists as he reached to undo his pants.

Automatically, she pushed at him, her senses kicking back in. She must fight, run! She wasn't held down now! She pushed at his shoulders, clawed at his back, tried to kick at him.

With a curse, he grabbed her by the hair and roughly yanked her head to one side, causing her to gasp with pain. His other hand went to his waist, where he slid off his belt. With seeming ease, he flipped her over and pulled her to her feet as he rose. Then he pushed her against the side of the stall, looping the thick leather strap around a rusted metal bar that ran between the stalls and securing her hands.

Her back to him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him so that her ass stuck out. She wasn't prepared for his large hand to come down on her naked flesh. He struck her rapidly, spanking her so hard that it took her breath away. Whimpers of pain escaped her throat with each blow until she broke down and began to sob.

Suddenly, he was against her, his hard cock easily thrusting into her body. Finding her pussy so wet and eager for him, he groaned, one hand grasping her hip tightly enough to leave bruises. Wrapping his fist in her hair again, he pulled her back against him and fucked her hard, the animal in him enjoying this position, enjoying the soft grunts that escaped her every time he buried himself deep inside her.

When he felt himself close to coming, he let go of her hair and bent down, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her breasts with his large, rough hands, pinching her nipples to make her cry out. He felt her pussy clench around him, sank his teeth into the back of her shoulder, and came hard inside of her. Her answering pants and the way her pussy throbbed around him only inflamed his climax as she came hard on his cock.

When it was over, he stood and looked at her. "I should just leave you here, bad little girl," he teased gently.

She gazed up at him with big, trusting eyes. “What? And leave me as prey to the wolves?” she countered softly. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and bent to undo the belt.

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...

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.

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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...

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

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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...

Late, but still loved!

Darn, I can't believe this!  I missed Love Our Lurkers Day!  I'm so bummed.  So... I know this is belated, but thank you to all of you who come and read.  I love the sense of freedom I get from having a place like this to come and share my thoughts, feelings, and innermost wants and needs.  There isn't much in my actual world that can compare to that; sometimes it feels like all we do is walk around with different masks on all day long! 

To those that have commented: thank you for the feedback and for stopping to take time out of your day to say that you care or that something I have said affected you somehow.  And to those who come and read and never say a word: thanks for coming!  Thanks for taking time to want to know what I have to say.  I can only pray that my words are helping to reinforce the sense of community we've all tried so hard to foster, and that perhaps I've helped inform someone out there of... something.  I know that writing this blog does so much for me; I hope that it has done something to touch some of you as well.

To all of my readers: I like to imagine that if we met, we'd be friends.