Wicked fashion...

Seriously love, love, love these:

Reminds me of what I wore the first time my master and I had a rendezvous! I suppose that clerk had some definite opinions of who or WHAT I was! hah.

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The New One (part one)

"I think you have a new one"

"A new one?" he asked. "What do you mean, a 'new one'?"

She said, very quietly, "a new playmate… a new… slave."

"hmmm…" he looked her in her eyes, "and how does that make you feel?"

"oh!... Excited! Very, very excited. And Turned on!"

He could see that she meant it. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. "What is it that excites you so?"

She thought for a moment, "the possibilities… you have always created such exciting possibilities. And with another in the mix, well that could only mean more fantasies to explore." Then she said, "do you think we could have a party soon? I've really missed F." And then with a mischievous gleam in her eye she added, "do you think you can handle three of us?"

"Do I think I can HANDLE three of you??" he said, raising his voice a little. "Well, tell me… do YOU think I can handle it?" "And tell me this, do you think you should be punished for such an impertinent question??"

She looked down quickly, "Yes, sir… I guess I should be." She tried to look repentant but couldn't hide the grin forming. "Yes, indeed I should!"

"Well, then tell me what punishment you think would be appropriate."

She looked around sheepishly and said, "oh, I think a spanking would be good… I mean, appropriate."

"NO," he commanded, "No, a spanking would be a reward NOT a punishment. I think…" He walked over to his "closet", "No, I don't think a spanking would be appropriate at all." He came back with a blindfold in his hand.

"No, please," she pleaded, "I really hate being blind-folded…"

"Thus, the punishment!" he grinned as her smile disappeared.

a ride in the country

She thought she’d take a chance that he’d be home… that he’d be free. He was always way too busy.

She turned her motorcycle into his driveway. The pretense? He had never seen her bike before. As luck would have it, he was alone. He looked over her bike. It wasn’t a show bike. She liked to RIDE her bike, not rub and polish it. They talked for a while, never at a loss for things to discuss.

He smiled suddenly and said, “Hang on for a minute” and he walked away. Returning a few minutes later… he was putting on a light jacket and carrying a helmet, he also had a small back pack. “Take me for a ride” he said. Well, that’s all he had to say. She climbed on, lifted the side stand and he jumped on the back. It felt great with his arms wrapped around her waist. Turning her head so he could hear her, she asked, “So? Where to?” He thought for a minute, “Take a left up here and follow the road to…”

After riding for a while he directed her to a place out in the country that she’d ridden by many times but never had reason to stop. It looked very private, quite “out of the way”.

He climbed off the bike. She started to shut the engine down but he stopped her. “Just put the stand down”. When she complied, he slipped his hand down and undid her jeans.
She lay back onto the passenger seat… holding on to the “sissy bar”. Pulling her jeans down off her hips he bent over her and began to eat her. The combination of the vibration of the engine and the movement of his tongue… sent her into convulsions almost immediately. She felt like screaming… should she? Here? It was seemingly deserted, but if someone DID hear… they might think the worst. Surely someone was being tortured. But still, it was difficult to stay quiet. No problem, he put one hand over her mouth.

After a few minutes, he offered his hand and she was able to get off the bike. They sat down in the grass. It was sunny and warm, a really beautiful day. They started kissing right away. He laid her back on the ground and stroked her hair, her face… He finished removing her clothes. This felt wild, lying in the warm grass, totally naked. She had never done this before. He started to explore her body as if for the first time. He touched and caressed every inch of her. Light feathery touches that always drive her crazy.
He started kissing her neck all over. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her ears. His hot breath on her skin was so delicious.

After being so gentle it was a surprise when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her quickly to her feet. He started to drag her over toward the edge of the woods and when she didn’t move fast enough he turned and threw her over his shoulder and carried her. He set her down on her feet and backed her up against a tree. Pulling her arms behind her and around the tree, he tied them with a rope that must have come from the back pack. Next he tied her ankles with the end of the rope… it was a long rope. Her legs were wide apart and she couldn’t move. And then he blindfolded her… oh how she hates to be blindfolded. But of course, he knows that. He walked off… behind the tree. She could hear him but what was he doing? A little while later he came back with something that he started to drag along her skin. Oh, my… it was what her grandmother would have referred to as a “switch”. Well, she thought, I guess I know where this is going. He started tapping the switch across her thighs, not hard at all… not yet. Tap tapping down her legs to the tops of her feet. Getting harder now he worked his way back up her legs. Slapping with it now… on the tops of her thighs, across her belly… up toward her breasts. There were lines now on her skin and she was whimpering.

The beating got harder and harder until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt! And she knew she was marked. Then suddenly it stopped. All she could think of was how much it stung when… he suddenly took her. Forcing his way into her…. He pounded her against the tree. The bark bit into her back and her ass cheeks. He was roughly biting her neck as he fucked her violently. She started to scream… not from fear or pain, but from ecstasy. There were no people for miles and no one could hear her but he placed his hand over her mouth anyway… because he knows she likes it.

And as brutal as this episode was… it was All because she likes it… so much!

a lack of stimulation

...both physical and literary. This is my apology to you guys. Life tends to get in the way sometimes. I hope to have some experiences to write about in the next few weeks. Or at least, some fantasies to describe. Either way, I promise to give you something to read real soon.

no, really!

Head over Heels!

“So, what ARE those things?”
He looked at her with those luscious eyes, batting his lashes in that ‘I’m so innocent’ manner. “These?” “These are the latest thing… Gravity Inversion Boots” he said.
“And what do you do with Gravity Inversion Boots” she asked. Actually, she knew what they were and she knew what they’re used for… but she wondered what HE had in mind for them. She could only imagine.
“Why… for hanging upside down, of course.” “You know… it’s therapeutic…” he told her.
“OH! You bought them to help your back.” She said, with some skepticism.
“Uh, No, actually I bought them for you.”
“But I’m not having back problems. In fact, my back has never felt better” she assured him.

As he steered her into the room, he said, “Well, we want to keep it that way don’t we?” He led her to a sort of… bench. It was tall for a bench and it was padded. It looked very sturdy and her stomach gave a bit of a flutter. He started to remove her clothing. Slowly, he began unbuttoning her blouse as he gently kissed her neck… her ear… her face. As he slid the sleeves off her arms, he kissed her shoulder and slowly moved down to her breasts. He caressed her for few moments with his lips then went back to the job of undressing her. He slid her jeans off her hips and held her steady as she stepped out of them. Circling her waist with his arms, he held her close and kissed her a few minutes more… then he picked her up and laid her onto the bench. She loved how strong he is. On her back now, she looked up and noticed that there were chains hanging from the ceiling. Those flutters in her stomach now became tremors. She has always trusted him completely… but she was pretty nervous. This was completely new.

He put the boots on her ankles… making sure they were nice and tight and then he hooked them to the chains.
As he started to haul her up… up toward the ceiling… her butt lifting off the bench, she starts to murmur. “Are you really sure about this?” “Are you sure those chains will hold?” “What if…?”
“Am I going to have to gag you?” he said impatiently.
“No, no… please don’t do that. I’ll be good.”
“Then don’t question me! Have I ever disappointed you?”
“No Sir! Never!” She hurriedly said.

Actually, she was looking forward to being suspended. She had always wanted to try it. But just as her ass left the bench, he stopped. He cuffed her wrists and fastened them to the legs of the bench. So, here she was… on her back, legs in the air and arms securely shackled below her…. She wasn’t going anywhere.
He kissed her lips, his tongue entering her mouth… it was so delicious. Pulling away, he produced a riding crop and started to rake it across her body… slowly, gently… teasing. She knew that wouldn’t last. She was getting so turned on just as he slammed the crop across her bare ass. She lurched intensely, trying to get away. There wasn’t much room for her to move… but she strained hard against her bonds. Again with the crop… over and over he smacked it against her as he changed his trajectory ever so slightly. Fine red lines were appearing on her skin. It stung excruciatingly yet she was more turned on than she’s ever been.
She was starting to whimper and she wondered how much more she could take. But he knew… he always knew. She started to beg him, “Please, Boss…. Please stop… I can’t… I want… “
“Who gives a rat’s ass WHAT you want?” He roughly yanked her hair backward and bit her on her neck… just hard enough to make her very, very wet. He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear and whispered, “I’ll stop when I’m ready to stop” he said. He whacked her two, three more times then reached down and unhooked the shackles letting her arms go free. He hauled her up higher. Pulling on the chains, he lifted her completely off the bench and pulled it out of the way. Now she was totally suspended… upside down.

Her only real view was of his feet and legs, but her hands were free and she could touch him. Thank goodness! She hates not being able to touch him… even if it’s just to hold on to his pant leg, she felt so much happier.
She had no view at all of what he was doing; she couldn’t see the “Magic Wand” vibrator he had just plugged in. He placed it between her legs and switched it to high. Holy Smokes! What a feeling!
Maybe it was the blood rushing to her head… maybe it was being suspended with her legs wide apart. Whatever it was, she felt completely out of control. He has tied her down in the past. But this was truly amazing.

He found the perfect spot and put some pressure on the vibrator. Her body started to shake. As she started losing control she began to scream… he reached down and clamped his hand across her mouth.
That’s all it took… she came in wild, violent spasms. Never had she climaxed like this! It was the most intense and wonderful thing she had ever felt.
How does he do that??
How does he always make it bigger… better… perfect?
Completely exhausted, she was totally unable to help him as he lowered her back to the bench. He removed the boots… those wonderful boots. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her off to bed where he held her warm and safe. She was completely wasted and so very content. And her back felt really good too!