The Switch

•February 1, 2016 • 1 Comment

Episode One

“Finish your champagne,” he said, motioning at her glass with his hand.

She laughed and dutifully downed the last inch of the bubbly golden nectar.

“Your wish is my command,” she chuckled, holding up the empty flute. “Now what?”

He leaned toward her, taking the glass with one hand and extending the other to help her rise from the couch. When she was standing, he slipped his arm around her waist and drew her close.

“Now what? How about this?” He pulled her to him forcefully and kissed her mouth as if he meant to own it.

In response, her tongue eagerly met his, teasing and urging him on. He caught her lower lip in his teeth for a brief moment before letting her go.

“Stay right there where I can see you.”

Obediently, she stood and watched him move into the kitchen where he rinsed both glasses and set them on a towel to dry. He walked back into the living room, approaching her slowly, desire softening his expression. Reaching her, he took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

They stood at the foot of his big bed, the site of so many hours of shared pleasure. He swayed gently against her body, running his hand up her back, caressing her neck, before letting his fingers catch in her fiery red hair. Pulling her head back, he grazed the center of her neck with his lips.

She quivered and moaned, gasping as a shot of arousal ran straight down her body. Her nipples hardened and she knew she was already wet—all from this slight touch.

He pulled back, smiling broadly. “You really like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do, you beast,” she said, grinning at him. She could not help but note the presence of a telltale bulge in his shorts that gave away his own level of excitement.

“Beast, is it? Let’s see exactly how beastly I can be then,” he growled, gathering her close again.

She placed her hand on his chest, stilling him.

“I thought that perhaps I might take the lead first tonight,” she murmured. Running a finger down the center of his body, she played along the waistband of his shorts. She heard his breath catch in his throat at her words and touch.

“Oh?” he asked, trying to maintain a bit of nonchalance.

“Yes. You wouldn’t mind that, would you…sweet boy?” she whispered into his ear. She let him think it over, her tongue flicking along his lobe.

He shuddered. She smiled, knowing she had him where she wanted him.

“No,” he answered quietly. “That would be fine….”

“That would be fine, Mistress,” she instructed.

A small moan escaped his lips, and he repeated her words exactly.

“That’s my good boy,” she cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes lowered as she spoke, and this told her he was ready to relinquish his control.

She took his hand and sat on the end of the bed, bringing him to a position right in front of her.

“The first thing I’d like is to see you out of your clothing, so go ahead and undress for me.”

Episode Two

He looked at her as she sat there, and slowly raised the hem of his shirt to give her the show she desired. He lifted it over his head and let it drop to the floor.

She smiled, resisting the urge to get up and touch him; that would come soon enough. As she watched him undo his belt, unbutton the waistband of his shorts, and lower the zipper she admired his body. Fit without being overtly muscular, she loved the contrast between his supple skin and his strength—and it drove her crazy when he demonstrated his ability to physically control her.

He looked at her once his fly lay open and her brief nod gave him permission to continue. He slid the shorts down his legs and stepped out carefully, kicking them to the side. He stood in just his boxer briefs now, waiting.

“No need to go any further for the moment,” she told him, standing and moving closer. “Why don’t you climb up onto the bed and wait for me?”

He leaned in to make contact with her body and she stepped back, knowing how he craved touch.

“Onto the bed…don’t dawdle.”

He obeyed, settling himself in the middle of the comforter, his eyes never leaving her. As he watched, she unbuttoned her red silk blouse and let it fall from her shoulders like water. She peeled the tight black jeans from her ample frame, clad now in a black polka-dotted bra and panty set. He purred his approval.

Climbing onto the bed next to him, she touched his face, his hair, his chest—little caresses mingled with light scratches from her nails and long, luxurious strokes of her hand. She heard his breath quicken and moved in to tease his lips, backing off as he tried to engage her more deeply. In her own time, she took his mouth with her own, letting him know that she was in control of his body and soul. His response was one of hunger and longing and passion—and it fanned the flames of her Dominance over him.

She pushed him down onto the bed, wrapping herself around him. Her hands slid and squeezed and stroked and grabbed him, and her seemingly random touches kept him guessing about what was coming next. When she finally slid her hand over the front of his briefs, he gasped loudly and shivered. Her hand held him until he quieted.

“You like that, don’t you? In fact, you need it—you need to feel my power over you. You need to let it all go, to have it all taken from you. That’s what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

“Oh god, yes…anything you want, Mistress,” he whispered.

Smiling, she casually moved her hand up to the waistband of his briefs before plunging it in and down to take hold of his hard cock.

“So hard for me already,” she commented. “That’s good…and bad. I want you hard as long as possible, so it’s going to be a long time before I let you come.”

He whimpered, but kept his response simple.

“I’m ready, Mistress.”

Episode Three

“Take off those briefs and go sit at the bottom of the bed for me,” she told him.

He moved quickly down the mattress, not daring to look back once he got to the edge. His ears were trained on any sound behind him, so he heard her slip off the side of the bed and pad softly to where he waited.

“Get the collar from my bag.”

He walked to her large duffel bag, found the leather and metal collar, and brought it back to her. She fastened it around his neck, tugged the ring to bring him close, and kissed him deeply.

“Now it’s time for you to be over my knee,” she said.

“Are you going to punish me, Mistress?”

“You haven’t done anything to warrant punishment, my boy, but I do want to be sure that you know who is in charge. Let’s consider it a reminder.”

He nodded and waited for her to sit and make herself comfortable before placing himself across her lap. He felt her reach across his back and hold him securely in place with one hand, while the other rubbed his naked ass. His body relaxed and reveled in her touch.

In the next moment, her hand left his skin then returned with a series of short slaps. His head came up, more from surprise than anything else, and he moaned quietly. She distributed her smacking evenly over the surface of his fleshy cheeks until he felt the warmth grow.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet, my love.”

She caressed him for a few moments before raising her hand and bringing it down again, this time in a shower of sharp, hard strikes. His eyes began to water a bit and the warmth of his skin became more of a burn.

“Ohhhh,” he exhaled.

“Yes, that’s what I like to hear. It tells me I’m making an impression on you.”

She rubbed again, soothing the burning she had created.

“You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” She brought her hand down, smacking him hard enough to make the tears flow.

“You’ll be my good, obedient boy?”

“Yes…yes, Mistress.” Another stinging blow.

“And I will be pleased with your service?”

He nodded his head vigorously as he found his words.

“I won’t rest until you are, Mistress.” He braced himself as her hand landed and set him on fire.

“Very good answer, my boy. You may sit on the floor at my feet and massage them.”

He slipped from her lap and lowered himself onto the carpet, knowing it would hurt. He pressed his lips together hard and took her right foot into his hands, focusing his attention on pleasing her in every way.

She looked down upon him as he began to use his thumbs and fingers to knead the sole of her foot. He was silent and attentive—and that was exactly what she wanted. She would take him much deeper before they were done.

Episode Four

He kneaded her feet with care, wanting to please her completely. Raising her foot toward his mouth, he looked up at her inquiringly. At her nod, he began to gently lick and suck on one delicate toe and the sound of her pleasure told him he was on the right track. He moved from one to the next, losing himself in his task. The touch of her foot against his cock shook him back to attention.

She used the instep of her foot to stroke the length of his cock, bringing him to a state of hardness again. She noticed that he was done with her other foot, so she switched and allowed him to continue with her left foot. She tickled at his balls with her toes and smiled as he struggled to maintain his attention on the massage. After a few more strokes, she drew her foot back.

He had just begun to wrap his tongue around her smallest toe when she spoke.

“Rise and stand here in front of me,” she commanded.

Wordlessly, he rose and waited.

“Take one step closer and widen your stance.”

The adjustments made, he tried to keep the twitching of his cock at bay and his mind off the images that were swirling in his head.

“You did a lovely job with my foot massage,” she said, taking a bottle of lube from her bag.

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m so happy you enjoyed it,” he said, watching her invert and squeeze some of the bottle’s contents into her palm.

“I did, and I know I’m going to continue to enjoy you this evening.” Her slick hand wrapped purposefully around his cock and began its slow course upward to the tip and then downward to the base. He stood quietly, biting his lower lip, as she repeated the action again and again.

“I do enjoy it when you demonstrate self-control,” she told him, her eyes fixed on his. “Are you enjoying this, my boy?”

He took a deep breath before attempting to speak, hoping his voice would not quiver.

“Oh, yes, Mistress…very much.” That hadn’t been too bad.

She stroked him harder and a bit faster and asked, “And what about now?”

He opened his mouth, but only a moan escaped, as he struggled to stay on his feet.

“Yes, that’s what I thought,” she said, smiling. She slowed her hand to its previous pace and he gave silent thanks. It was torture to be aroused like this again and again—but it was sweet torture, and the last thing he wanted was to end it by slipping over the edge before she gave permission.

He noticed that her hand slowed even further, barely grazing his skin now. Still, a fine stream of fluid had begun to run down the underside of his stiff cock—he could feel it as her fingers spread it around.

Sensing that she might be ready for something else, he pushed other thoughts aside so that he would be ready to obey.

Episode Five

“Leaking for me…I love that,” she murmured as she moved her hand down to his balls. Her fingertips grazed his sensitive skin and her hand closed around him. Gentle caressing and squeezing followed, and all he could do was stand before her with his legs spread. He could feel the drops of fluid spilling down his hard shaft.

“Hmm, what if I do this?”

She released his full sac and deftly moved her fingers behind it, sliding them into the crevice there. The lube she had applied made them slide freely and he felt her finger circling his opening.

“Oh, Mistress, please,” he said, his voice quivering.


He nodded.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, my boy.”

“Please,” he began again, “use your fingers on me, Mistress.”

She shook her head.

“Better than that.”

He swallowed hard, knowing she was fucking with his head as well as his body. He found it so hard to ask for what he wanted sometimes—and maybe that was why the Dominant role was always more comfortable for him. In that role, he could simply take what he wanted. That wouldn’t work now, though.

He took a deep breath and spoke.

“Please, Mistress, use my ass…fuck me with your fingers…I need you.”

His body was shaking and he longed to reach out and touch her, to let her feel his vulnerability. He kept his place, though, and waited for her response.

She stood, smiling, and moved behind him. Her arm encircled him, her hand resting over his racing heart, her cheek against his back.

“Fuck you with my fingers, boy? Just my fingers?”

“It’s not for me to say, Mistress. Any way you want. I am here for your pleasure.”

He could feel her breath on his skin as her hand moved from his chest up to his shoulder and around to the back of his head. Her fingers twisted into his hair and she bent him over the edge of the bed.

“Don’t move.”

He knew she was going to the corner of the room where the toys were waiting on a shelf inside the chifferobe. He heard the sounds of things being moved around and the soft padding of her feet as she returned to him.

“First, we need this,” she said, slipping a blindfold over his eyes. “Then, this.”

She encircled his wrists with the restraint cuffs attached to the bed, and tugged the straps that raised his arms toward the head of the bed, securing him.

“Now we’re ready,” she announced.

He heard her, but it was as if she was speaking through a wad of cotton. His body was floating and drifting; everything seemed to be happening slowly. He knew this place, this space he so rarely visited, the core of his submission. He would not raise objections, nor ask questions now. She owned him completely.

As she opened the bottle of lubricant, she could sense a deep quiet settling over him. She walked to the side of the bed, looking at his face—eyes closed, mouth opened slightly, muscles relaxed. She leaned in next to his ear.

“All is well?”

He nodded.

“I’ve got you, my lovely boy. Enjoy the ride.”

Returning to the bottom of the bed, she pushed his legs apart and stood between them. Squirting the lube onto her fingers, she ran them up and down the crevice of his ass, spreading it around. He quivered and gasped, then settled down again.


Episode Six

She picked a glove up from the bed and slid it onto her left hand, being sure to let it snap so he would hear it. She swore she heard him whimper softly then.

Applying more lube to the glove, she let her fingers sweep up and down several more times before letting the middle one come to rest over his tight, dimpled opening. With gentle but steady pressure she let her fingertip move in a small circular motion, coaxing him to relax.

This was not a new experience for him; they had played this way many times and she knew how much he enjoyed it. He knew what to do to maximize his pleasure, and she felt him breathing and relaxing his muscles in order to admit her probing finger. It wasn’t long before she was able to add her index finger and begin some slow and easy pumping.

His breathing changed, and it was like the movements of a symphony to her. Her fingers created a soft, slow introduction before moving into the quicker, more rhythmic patterns. His body reacted as she played him and she watched with delight. At first, he was still and quiet, stretching just a bit. As she continued to pleasure him, he began to rise up from the bed, presenting his ass to her, responding to her movements. He spoke softly, but there was fierceness in his voice.

“Oh Mistress, yes…I love to feel you like this, inside of me,” he exhaled. “I…I need you so much…need to be yours…to be owned by you…mmmmm.”

“I know you do, my sweet. I’ve got something else for you now, so that you’ll know that you are mine completely.”

His breath came in ragged shudders as she worked her fingers in and out of him, and he whined as he felt them withdraw. In the next moment, however, his whining became moans of ecstasy as she pressed her strap-on deep inside him.

“Now, my own, I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” she purred, pushing with her hips.


“Please what, my sweet?”

“Oh, god…fuck me like your slut,” he cried out.

“Mmm, yes, that’s exactly what I have planned. I want you to do as I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned, writhing in front of her.

She smiled, feeling a deep sense of well-being and control that touched her core.

“I want you to carefully roll onto your back now.”

He whimpered a bit, but began to maneuver himself into the requested position, keeping the dildo inside of him with her assistance. They moved like it was a familiar dance.

“Good boy. Relax now for a moment.”

She took hold of his hips and dragged him toward the bottom of the bed then lifted his legs, resting them on her broad shoulders. Satisfied, she reached up and removed his blindfold.

“Eyes on me, boy.”

He opened his eyes and locked them on hers.

Gazing down upon him, she began to work the dildo in and out of him. His body was quivering, and she turned her face to the right to plant kisses along the inside of his calf.

“Such a good boy for me,” she murmured. “And such a needy slut.”

His back arched at her words and she could feel him moving back against her harness.

“Yes, Mistress…so needy.”

She picked up the pace a bit, pressing deeper, letting him feel her control as well as her urgency. Moving her hand between his legs, she squeezed his balls and ran her nails over the skin. He stiffened and growled, and that drove her wild.

Building to a feverish pace, she reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock, now stroking and pounding him at the same time. She could feel his legs shaking against her and her heart was pounding in her chest. They were teetering on the brink together.

“I think perhaps I’ll slow down for a bit,” she informed him.

“No! Mistress, please, I can’t…I beg you, fuck me as hard as you wish, but don’t stop!”

That tripped the final breaker in her head, and she grabbed his legs and fucked him with total abandon, her whole body engaged. Her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft and the movement of her hips was like a raging tide. He screamed and moaned and submitted to her every whim while she roared and conquered him.

“Mistress! I…”

“Give it to me, boy…I want all of you,” she demanded.

With that, every wall fell and the waves rushed in, rolling over both of them. His pleasure exploded, covering her hand like a fountain. His cries echoed off the walls and lingered in her ears, even as she slowed her motions. The sound and sight of him sent a bolt to her brain, and the aftershocks rippled through her body and took away her ability to think.

When her eyes cleared, they were both still and silent. She stirred herself, whispering reassurances and endearments to him as she slowly withdrew her toy. He moaned, and she quickly moved to free him from the restraints that held him, rubbing his hands and lowering his arms to his sides. Grabbing a blanket from the chair, she covered him and slid onto the bed next to him, encircling him with her arm.

“So good, my neshama. So pleasing. Breathe. I am with you.”

He moved his head to rest on her breast, his breathing becoming more regular and quiet. His eyes were closed, and she stroked his cheeks and forehead with one finger, soothing him. The minutes passed, but they were not counting.


•December 31, 2014 • 2 Comments

“Show me.”

She leaned back, thumbs stuck into the front of her jeans, regarding him. They’d gotten here hours ago, had lunch, wandered around a bit. Now he was watching her with lust in his eyes.

Slowly, she raised the edge of her shirt, revealing her creamy, pale skin. Up, up, up, until the blue polka-dotted bra finally came into view.

“Awww, yeah, keep going, baby,” he said, happily.

She felt the coolness of the door behind her. She smelled spring grass and flowers, heated by the sun. She heard the sounds of the highway in the distance, and the buzzing of insects close by. She saw desire in his eyes.

Pulling the shirt up to her neck, she wiggled it over her head and down her arms, letting it drop. Batting her eyelashes just a bit, she smiled at him as he sat watching.

“More, honey. Lose the jeans.”

Laughing softly, she undid the button and pulled down the zipper, sliding the pants down her legs and over her boots quickly. Tugging one leg at a time, her pants joined the pile her shirt had begun.

One hand on her hip, she used the other to point to her boots questioningly.

“Aww, no, sugar. Leave those right where they are,” he said surely. “I would be glad to see that brassiere go, though,” he added.

Reaching behind her, she undid one hook then crossed her arms over her chest. She could see him squirming a bit, but she waited almost a full minute by her reckoning before reaching back and undoing another hook.

“Gonna be like that, is it?” he asked, grinning.

She knew he’d get her back, but that was fine with her. She reached back and released the last hook, the bra still held in place by her full breasts. Placing one arm across her chest, she slowly pulled down the strap on one side. Reversing her arms, she slid the other strap down the opposite arm. He was leaning forward now, she saw. She peeled the tops of the cups down with excruciating slowness, until her pink nipples were revealed. She dropped the bra onto the clothing pile.

“Now let’s see that sweet booty, darlin’,” he drawled, removing his hat and fanning himself with it.

She gave the big bear of a man a saucy smile and swiveled her hips as she turned her back to him. Arms behind her, she tucked her thumbs into the back of her panties and slid them around to her sides. Pulling downward, the front of the panties lowered first, hidden from view. She heard him suck his teeth and she stifled a laugh. Her thumbs slid around to the back again and moved inch by inch down her round ass cheeks until the waistband of her panties rested against the backs of her thighs. She bent forward as she slid them down her legs, knowing he’d enjoy the view. Stepping out of the panties one leg at a time, they crowned the little mountain of her clothing. She looked over her shoulder and turned back to face him.

He stood and walked to her, taking her by the hand. They walked a few steps and he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feed, placing her down gently.

“Scoot back a bit and then lay down,” he instructed, taking a camera from his pocket. She did as he asked.

He made some adjustments to the camera and then said, “Now, give us some pretty poses, baby.”

She shifted her legs, moved her arms, gathered her long strawberry blonde hair in different ways, as his camera captured image after image. All she heard was the soft sounds of the camera moving from one picture to the next. By the time they were done, she had been over every inch of the surface beneath her. He lowered his camera, looking satisfied, then stored it in his bag.

She remained relaxed and stretched out, and he came over and leaned forward to kiss her sweetly.

“You know, sugar, when I got this old black Mustang, I never figured I’d have a beautiful, fiery filly like you as the hood ornament,” he said, chuckling.

She laughed and, as she watched, he began to strip off his clothes.

“What’re you doing, big man?” she asked.

“You’re so fine laying there on the hood of that car…and there’s no one around here for miles, sugar. I’ve got to have you, right here and now.”

Climbing onto the hood of the Mustang and gathering her into his arms, he was as good as his word.

Best Shot Ever

•February 19, 2013 • Leave a Comment

A sharp knock at the door interrupted Shannon’s preparations for the evening. Leaving the bedroom and hurrying to the entryway, she opened the door to find the building’s doorman waiting.

“Joseph, hello,” she said, smiling.

“Good evening, Ma’am. This package just arrived for you, so I thought I’d bring it right up.” He chuckled. “Maybe it’s a gift from an admirer.”

Shannon smiled again.

“Maybe so! Thank you, Joseph.”

“Any time, Ma’am. You have a good evening now.”

She closed the door and took the package into the bedroom. Pulling off the white bow and unsealing the tape at one end, she freed the box from its wrappings. Shannon lifted the cover of the box and found a delicately filigreed silver heart suspended from a length of fine black velvet rope. She lifted it from the box and fastened it around her neck then moved to the mirror. It was perfect…and so was its sender.

She picked up her makeup brush and added a little highlighting to her face then finished by adding some deep red lipstick. A quick puff of perfume and she was ready. As she set the bottle down, there was another knock at her door.

Checking the mirror one last time, she said, “Okay, Cupid, just one well-placed arrow….”


Shannon had met Julian a few months back at a meeting on mentorship in the BDSM community. They’d been introduced by her friend, Max, and had really hit it off right away. Julian had all the qualities she appreciated in a man: he was smart, funny, passionate about his interests, and expressive. That he was also submissive was icing on the cake.

She’d run into him again at Max’s monthly pleasure salon and they had found themselves in a secluded corner talking, teasing and laughing. He could hold up his end of a conversation, toss out lines that allowed her to tease him readily, and never step over the boundaries set by his role. He was very attractive, indeed.

The two had exchanged phone numbers and emails, and the flirting and teasing had continued mercilessly. Soon, the exchanges became playfully kinky and erotic, and it didn’t take long for Shannon to know that she wanted more.

The opportunity presented itself a few weeks later at a charity event. A well-equipped dungeon festooned with snowflakes and icicles announced the wintry theme and the attendees had eschewed the usual black clothing in favor of white and silver and crystal blue. Shannon was clad in a sparkling silver skirt and a white latex corset, and the outfit made her blue eyes twinkle. As she crossed the large expanse, she spotted Julian with a group gathered under a banner that read, “Charity Spankables.” She grinned and moved toward it.

“Julian, how nice to see you,” she said, coming up behind him.

He turned quickly and she could see the pink glow rise in his cheeks as his eyes met hers.

“Miss Shannon! What a pleasure to see you here, Ma’am,” he murmured.

“Tell me about what you’re doing for the charity event this evening,” she said, smiling warmly.

His cheeks became bright red as he explained that he had volunteered to be available for spanking based on the amount of the donation given.

“That’s incredibly philanthropic of you, Julian,” Shannon said with a grin. “In fact, it’s motivated me to be charitable!”

His eyes grew wide as he caught her meaning, but no words came to his lips.

“I’ll make my contribution and see you a little later,” she said, leaving him standing there to contemplate his fate.

The party geared up and it wasn’t long before it was in full swing. Shannon greeted and mingled and danced and was really enjoying the evening. After a trip to the bar for a glass of wine, she decided it was time to get down to business. True to her word, she dropped a check for a substantial amount at the donation table and confirmed her desire to spank Julian as her thank you gift. She was given a small voucher and told it could be used at her leisure.

Making her way slowly toward the spanking area, Shannon spied Julian talking to a few of the other volunteers. He was dressed in a silver tank top and black dress pants, and he was laughing and grinning at whatever was being said. Just seeing him like this made her smile. She kept her eyes on him and as she got closer, he turned and looked her way. She saw his expression change subtly before he found his public smile. In that one moment, he had looked a bit afraid.

“Miss Shannon, a pleasure to see you again,” he said, smiling. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Oh, heavens, yes,” she replied. “In fact, I’m about to enjoy them even more.”

“Oh? You have something special planned?” he asked, trying not to let his voice betray his nerves.

She slowly held up the voucher and she could hear him draw in his breath quickly.

“This way, Miss,” he said, recovering his composure.

He led her into an area surrounded by translucent curtains and appointed with settees and small tables and spanking equipment of various kinds. He looked at her and then cast his eyes downward as she took in the view. She brought her gaze full circle and let her eyes fall upon him.

“Why don’t we sit for a moment?” she said, moving toward a pair of nearby chairs.

He followed a step behind and remained standing while she took a seat.

“Please,” she said, indicating the other chair. He sat and kept his eyes down.

“Although I made the donation and asked to spank you specifically, I certainly don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable or interfere with us being friends. Would you prefer if I did not spank you in exchange for my donation?”

“Oh no, Miss,” Julian said quickly. “I volunteered to be spanked, so you are entirely within your rights to request me.” He paused for a moment, then added, “Aside from that, I…like the idea quite a lot.”

Shannon smiled and rose from her chair and extended her hand to him. He took it and rose, and she led him to a spanking bench in the far corner. He stood next to it, waiting for her direction.

She moved close to him and reached out to stroke his face with one finger, and she felt him shiver. Letting her hand drift down the front of his tank top, she reached his belt and undid it smoothly. Soon, it hung loose at his waist and she was undoing the buttons on his trousers.

Julian stepped out of his pants, leaving him in only a pair of black designer briefs.  He moved as directed when Shannon turned him towards the bench and climbed onto it so that his body was supported on the upper level and his thighs were perpendicular to it. He felt her hand stroke his back and move down onto his buttocks, making small circular motions.

“Ready?” she asked, leaning close to his ear.

“Yes, Miss.” He quivered with anticipation.

Shannon stood behind him and eased down his briefs, letting the tension of the moment build. She caressed him, moving her hand across each side of his ass. Then she raised her hand and began to bring her palm down in a series of quick patting motions, covering the entire area. She heard him gasp and knew it was a sound motivated by surprise rather than pain.

She continued to strike him gently, warming him up for more vigorous strokes. In between sets of slaps, Shannon rubbed his ass, changing the sensation. She could feel him relaxing under her touch and she could feel her own pleasure at controlling him begin to build. After switching to some strokes with her fingers to create more sting, she checked in with him.

“How are you doing, Julian?”

“Just fine, Miss, thank you,” he replied quietly.

She walked around to the front of the spanking bench and lifted his chin a bit so she could look into his eyes. He looked relaxed and alert.

“Ready for some more?” she asked in a whisper.

“Um…yes…yes, I am, Miss.”

She smiled and walked back around to the other end of the bench, caressed him softly, and then began to lay some harder strokes upon him. As she watched, she could see his skin turning pink as she slapped his ass repeatedly. This time, she waited longer before giving him respite in the form of soft touches, and when she did touch him, she heard him moaning softly.

“Still okay, Julian?” she asked.

“Mmhmm, Miss,” he replied, his voice sounding just a little distant.

“Good boy,” she said, resuming the spanking and adding in a few very strong strokes at the end of each set of blows. His skin was a very deep rosy color now, and she was just beginning to see the outline of her hand in a few places. She noted that her hand was stinging quite a bit and stopped to look around for other implements to use.

Walking to the front of the bench, she leaned down and petted his hair and talked softly into his ear, telling him how much she was enjoying him and how obedient he was. He moved his head to look up at her and nodded his head to indicate that he had heard her words. She let him know that she was stepping over to the nearby table and that she would return quickly. He nodded again.

After surveying the possibilities, Shannon selected a wooden ruler, a small paddle, and a leather belt from the table and returned to Julian. Without a word, she took the ruler in her hand and began covering his ass with steady raps from it. She could hear him moaning again.

“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, Julian? Now I have to discipline you so that you’ll be a better boy next time.”

As she delivered a few more strikes with the ruler, he called out in a half-whisper, “Yes, Miss…I promise to be better next time.”

“Aye,” she said. “We’ll ensure that that will be the case.”

She picked up the two-sided paddle and whacked him hard with it. He groaned and she hit him several more times, alternating between the leather and wood sides. His ass was bright red and he was squirming a bit.

“Is there a problem, Julian?” she asked, using a tone that she knew would move his mind deeper into his submissive state.

He hesitated before answering, “N-no, Miss….”

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Julian,” she said, letting a little impatience color her tone.

He spoke immediately, although his voice seemed to come from far away. “I’m so excited, Miss, by what you’ve done to me…I don’t want you to stop.”

“Yes, I know you don’t,” she said, smiling to herself, “and I’m not going to stop, Julian, so no need to worry.”

She picked up the leather belt and wrapped one end around her hand, leaving enough length to provide good hard strokes. She rubbed Julian’s bottom and bent to place a kiss on one cheek. She felt him trembling with anticipation. She stepped back and waited, letting ten seconds go by.

“You are to count off the strokes now, Julian,” she said sternly.

“Yes, Miss,” he whispered.

She pulled her arm back and let fly with the leather strap, striking him across both cheeks.

Moaning, Julian croaked out, “One.”

“Very good,” she murmured.

He continued to count as she administered lash after lash, until they had reached eight.

“Two more, Julian. Can you take it for me?”

She watched his head nod up and down vigorously.

“They will be hard strokes, you know,” she commented. He nodded again.

She cracked the strap against his ass and he cried out. She was wrapped in the deliciousness of his submission to her, and she could sense that he was teetering at the very edge.

“You didn’t count, Julian. Will I need to start over?”

“N-n-nine….nine.” He barely got the word out.

Giving no quarter, she let him have the last stroke of the belt and listened to the cry that reflected the fine line between pain and pleasure. Dropping the belt, she moved quickly to the front end of the bench.

She leaned over, kissing his forehead, murmuring in his ear. Her words let him know how well he had pleased her, that she was there with him, that all was well. She rubbed his back and maintained contact with him until he indicated that he was ready to get up. She stilled him for a moment while she carefully drew his briefs up and over his ass, and then helped him to stand. Seeing that he was steady on his feet, she walked over and grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby table and brought it back to him. He smiled softly and drank.

“Thank you so much for the pleasure of your service, Julian,” Shannon said, smiling. “It was worth every penny.”

“No, thank you, Miss. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had such a beautiful Lady control me.” He paused, reflecting. “I have to admit—I’ve missed it quite a lot.”

Shannon nodded, understanding his sentiment.

“I’m not an idle flatterer, so when I say I completely enjoyed our scene, I mean it sincerely. I’d like very much to have a chance to play with you again. How would you feel about that?”

“I would love that, Miss,” he said, without hesitation.

She found herself thinking about him often after the charity event and, yes, she fantasized about having him in her service again. From his texts and emails, she knew he was sharing those fantasies. She let her thoughts and ideas about him roll around in her mind and was rewarded with a strong vision of what their next scene could be. Now it was just a matter of being in the same place at the same time.

The winter holidays came and went, and January brought snow and ice that kept everyone hunkered down at home. Shannon kept in touch with Julian and their interactions fanned the flames all through the month. The first week in February provided a much-needed respite from the weather, and Shannon was nearly giddy as she walked into a private play event hosted by one of the members of her local group. Scanning the crowd, she found Julian almost immediately. He was standing with a rope enthusiast who seemed to be demonstrating a particular kind of knot, so he had not yet seen her. She wandered off to take a look at the equipment that had been set up in the play areas and was pleased to find an area that would be perfect for what she had planned.

Making her way back into the main room, she slowly navigated through the throng of socializing guests. She emerged from the crowd right in front of Julian, and he looked up and met her gaze immediately. She stepped forward, kissed his cheek, took him by the hand, and said, “Come.”

She led him into the maze of people and then off into the quieter room that led to the play areas.

“Are you ready to play tonight, Julian?” she asked him.

“I am,”            he replied, looking directly into her eyes, “and I can’t think of anything I’d like more, Miss Shannon. In fact…well, honestly, it’s been hard to think of anything else.”

“I’m so pleased to hear that; and thank you for the confession–I hope it was good for your soul,” she said, chuckling.

“I’m not sure about my soul, Miss, but it was good for other parts,” he replied, blushing.

Shannon took his hand and led him through a few rooms, finally arriving in the one she wanted to use. It contained an upholstered backless chair, some floor pillows, a cabinet, and an X-shaped restraint cross. Once they were inside, she closed the door, which would indicate to other attendees that their scene was private.

She crossed to the chair and sat down. Julian stood near the door, a look that reflected both nervousness and excitement on his face. Shannon adjusted the panels of the skirt she was wearing until she was satisfied and then turned to him.

“Bring a pillow and come kneel for me, Julian,” she directed.

A moment or two later, he was on his knees about three feet in front of her.

“I think you should come closer by at least half.”

He rose, picked up the pillow and closed the distance between them.

“Much better. Thank you.”

“Of course, Miss.”

Although they had talked in general about likes and preferences when they first met, Shannon wanted to be sure that he would be okay with the things she had planned—not just that night, but also going forward—because she did have it in mind to go forward with Julian. She asked him some questions, listened carefully to what he said and didn’t say, and asked for clarification when needed. She found him to be open and honest and to have well-defined boundaries. She was more than pleased that they seemed to be on the same page.

The important bit of business concluded, Shannon smiled down at Julian.

“I’d like very much to see you naked now.”

“Yes, Miss,” he responded. “May I stand to remove my clothes?”

“Of course, you may.”

He stood then, slowly undoing the buttons of his white shirt as she watched. He focused on his task, keeping his eyes on his shirtfront or cuffs.

“Would it be possible for you to do that while looking at me?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, if you wish.”

“I do wish,” she replied.

He lifted his eyes to gaze at her, blushing. He finished undoing the last few buttons and pulled the bottom of the shirt loose from his trousers. Letting it slip from his shoulders, he removed it, folded it, and placed it on a pillow to the side of where he was standing. Next, he reached for the bottom of the tank t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it slowly over his head. His hand reached for his belt as he continued to look at Shannon.

“Stop for a moment,” she commanded.

He dropped his hands to his side. Shannon rose, walked to him, and ran her hand over his chest. She murmured approvingly and proceeded to unbuckle his belt, pulling back the pin from its hole. When the belt was hanging open, she returned to her chair.

“Continue,” she said, quietly.

Keeping his eyes on her, Julian unbuttoned the five buttons on the fly of his dark jeans. He slipped off the black loafers he was wearing and carefully removed his socks before letting the jeans drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he folded and added them to the pile. He paused for a moment, wearing only a dark gray thong.

As he slid his thumbs into the sides of the waistband, she stopped him.

“Bring the pillow right here,” she said, pointing at a spot directly at her feet, “and kneel.”

He did as he was told and looked up at her beautiful face. She used the tip of her shoe to move one leg, and then the other, farther apart. As she caressed his face and stroked his hair, she could hear his breathing quicken. She leaned forward and kissed him, nibbling his lips and probing his mouth with her tongue. He returned her kiss with great eagerness.

She pulled back from him and slowly moved the panels of her skirt to the side. He watched as she did this, his eyes filled with anticipation. She saw that look change to desire when it became clear she was not wearing anything under the skirt. She looked into his eyes and he understood what he saw there; he nodded in ascent.

She placed a hand on either side of his face, drawing him closer and closer into the area between her thighs. She could feel the energy quivering through him and it lit her up inside. Moving one hand to the back of his head, she guided him until his face was all but touching the warm center of her desire.

The hand at the back of his head stroked his hair so gently and pressed him forward ever so slightly, like an act of permission. He inhaled the combined scent of her cologne and her own delicious perfume, and laid kisses upon her silky skin. He smiled to himself with pride when he felt her move her legs apart a bit more, and he began to run his tongue along the soft part of her lips. As he did so, he was granted further access, and slid his tongue deeper, tasting her and feeling the throbbing of her pulse. She continued to caress his head and murmured little words of encouragement and pleasure.

Letting his tongue travel upward, he explored her silken folds until he found the object of his desire. He made soft slow circles around the small area, feeling it grow and swell under his attentions. Breaking her silence, Shannon gasped and exhaled a shivering breath.

“Julian…your mouth….” she whispered.

He pressed his tongue harder against her, swirling and licking, trying to maintain his own control. His entire focus now was on pleasing her in every possible way. He was rewarded when she began to gently move her hips and moan softly. Julian felt everything else in the world slip away, until he was aware of only two things—the movements of his tongue and the sounds Shannon was making.

Suddenly, he felt her pulling away. His heart was racing and he thought for a moment he might pass out. She said nothing, but tugged at his arm, indicating that she wanted him to stand. With a monumental effort, he obeyed.

Shannon led him over to the restraint cross, positioned him against it facing her, and silently fastened the cuffs around his outstretched wrists and ankles. Julian’s mind was spinning and he had this sense that he was falling through space. In an effort to save himself, he focused on Shannon’s face.

She was looking directly into his eyes, and as she did, her hand closed around his mostly-erect cock. His entire body quivered and a moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. She stroked him with painful slowness, bringing him to a full erection in moments. As she picked up her pace, he thrust his hips forward and pulled against the restraints. Five or six more strokes left him gasping.

Then Shannon did something unbelievable. She stopped, removed her hand from his cock, and stepped back. She turned and walked to the chair and sat. Julian was lost; he closed his eyes. After what seemed like hours, he opened them to find her standing beside him again.

He had lost a good deal of his erection, but Shannon took him in hand again and stroked him to hardness. She varied the motion of her hand and the intensity with which she touched him, and his penis throbbed under her attentions. He did not know how much more he could take, but he was willing to find out.

Once again, Shannon stopped and took a seat, leaving him panting and sweating on the cross. He felt confused, angry, forlorn; he thought for a moment he might cry. She had not said a word to him since placing him in the restraints. Had he done something wrong? Should he ask? His mind was reeling, so he took several deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

Shannon approached him again, taking him in hand. This time she was almost brutal, working his cock at a furious rate. The world of consciousness shrunk to nothing more than the feel of her hand and his achingly needy cock. Then, from the distance, he heard her voice.

“Mine,” she whispered in his ear, “Mine…Mine…Mine. Say it.”

His eyes were closed but his mouth was moving—he knew it was. He was trying to say the word, but only the “mmm” made it out.

“Tell me what you want and I might be inclined to let you have it, Julian,” she whispered.

What he wanted? He wanted her to stop—and never stop. He wanted release—and he wanted to be in this moment forever.

He was trying so desperately to make himself say something that he was quivering. Yet nothing would come out.

Shannon tried once more. “Tell me, Julian.”

Nothing. Just…nothing.

She released his cock and he gasped so loudly it sounded like a sob. She undid the cuffs and helped him to sit, fetching a towel and water for him.

“Drink,” she said, softly, “and breathe.”

She watched him carefully as she cleaned the cross and stored the equipment. Walking back to the chair, she stood before him, drew him close, and held him. He leaned his head against her chest.

“I would like you to consider coming to me next Saturday night, Julian. If you choose to do that, I will ask you again and I will expect you to answer. Do you understand me?” she asked calmly.

Julian nodded.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re coming or not. If you are, be at my door at 9 pm sharp.”

“Miss Shannon?” he said shakily.

“Yes, Julian?”

“Next Saturday is Valentine’s Day.”

He was correct. She had not realized that this was the case, but it changed nothing.


“I just wanted to be sure you knew in case you already had plans.”

“You will decide what my plans are, Julian,” she replied quietly. “Get dressed now and let’s find you some food.”


She opened the door to find Julian standing there, arms filled with pink and white roses. Behind her, the mantle clock struck the hour.

“Miss Shannon, good evening,” he said, smiling warmly.

“Julian, I’m so pleased to see you. Come in.”

He stepped in and said, “These are for you, Miss Shannon. If you have a vase, I’d be more than happy to arrange them for you.”

A smile lit her face.

“They’re just beautiful; thank you so much, Julian. Follow me and I’ll find a vase for you.”

She led him into the kitchen and while he cut and arranged the sea of roses, she poured champagne for them. In mere minutes, he had a cascading display of the fragrant blooms.

“You are a man of many talents, Julian,” she said, handing him a glass.

“You’re too kind, Miss,” he replied. “May I offer a toast?”

Shannon nodded.

“To a Lady whose beauty and elegance could make roses blush,” he said, lifting his glass.

“So sweet,” Shannon smiled, lifting her glass and drinking. “Let’s sit so we’re comfortable.”

The two moved into the sitting room and sat chatting about the week that had just ended. No mention was made of the previous Saturday night, but the veil of it hung just above them. Shannon knew it was there, but was determined that it would not cast a shadow upon them.

She placed her empty champagne flute on the coffee table and moved very close to Julian. She pushed a strand of his hair back into place and let her hand caress the side of his face. She loved the feel of the light stubble along his jaw line and how it served as a contrast to the softness of his upper cheek. She looked into his deep soulful eyes and found them filled with devotion.

Placing her cheek against his, filled with passion and desire, Shannon spoke.

“Do you remember what I told you last week, Julian?”

“I do, Miss,” he said quietly.

“Tell me.”

“You said that if I chose to come here tonight, you would ask me again and that you would expect me to answer.”

“That’s right, Julian. Did you think about that during the week?”

“I thought of little else, Miss,” he replied. She felt his cheek grow warm against hers.

“Confessing again, are you?” she teased.

“You seem to bring out the need in me, Miss….”

“Ah, that’s very good, Julian. Now go on and tell me what other needs I bring out in you,” Shannon instructed.

She could feel him swallow hard as he prepared to speak, and she slowly moved her cheek away from his so that she could see him.

“You…I…” he began. He lowered his head for a long moment and took a deep breath. In the next moment, he was on his knees before her.

“Miss Shannon, I want to serve you in any and every way that will please you and make you happy. I want to give you everything I have, everything I am…and if you won’t allow it, I might just explode. I…I cannot stop thinking of you…your voice, your touch, your eyes, your power over me. Please…please let me offer myself to you.”

He lowered his head onto her thigh and reached out tentatively and placed a hand on her ankle. Shannon was speechless for several moments; he was so earnest and his statement was so heart-felt that he had literally taken her breath away. This was so much more than she had hoped for.

She lifted his head from her lap and tilted his chin upward so that she could kiss him. It was a long, deep kiss that left Julian breathless now, as well. As he leaned back on his heels, Shannon stood and beckoned him to follow.

Leading him into the bedroom, she sat him on the end of the bed and leaned down to kiss him again. His tongue eagerly met hers but she knew that she was in control of him. She could feel herself glowing like a candle in the darkness. She continued to explore his sweet mouth as she undressed him. He moved for her with an ease that confirmed his deepest longings—that this was exactly where he belonged.

It wasn’t long before she had him naked, and she stepped back and began to remove her own clothing. He started to speak, but she quieted him, wanting him to feel his need building so that the anticipation was a delicious pain. By the time she was down to her bra and panties, he was stiff and moaning softly. Shannon smiled.

Moving to the bed, she indicated that he should move back further and, as he did, she climbed up and straddled him at the waist. She teased his nipples with her thumbs and gyrated against him—just out of range of his cock. Still, she could feel it poking her from behind and she loved that.

Her nails made trails down the front of his chest and onto his stomach. He whimpered and tried to lift his hips, but Shannon pressed down against him until he quieted.

“Will you be my good boy, Julian?”

“Yes, Miss,” he whispered, “I will be so good for you.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed as she slid off him and removed her bra and panties, finally revealing her soft curvaceous body to him. When she turned back to him, his hands were outstretched.

“What is it that you want, Julian?” she asked.

“To be allowed to touch you, Miss,” he said, simply and longingly.

She nodded and straddled him again, at chest level this time. She ran her hands through his hair and grabbed a handful.

“I want the touch of your tongue again, Julian,” she murmured.

He moaned softly and nodded.

“And I want you moaning like that while you’re touching me.”

She raised herself up and resettled so that her legs were on either side of his neck. She straightened her back, bringing his mouth in contact with her at last.

Julian’s tongue flicked in and out, catching the edges of her fringed lips like little bursts of electricity. As she gasped, he took the opportunity to plunge deeper, spreading her open with his thumbs and finding her aching clit with his lips. He sucked gently and viciously, drew eternal circles around it, and probed it from every angle. Shannon was in ecstasy.

Pulling Julian’s hair made him moan loudly and the vibrations of his vocalizations hummed against her, driving her mad with pleasure. She felt the tension in his muscles beneath her and knew the time was nigh.

Shannon pulled back and let her tongue trace its way down his body, stopping to attend to his hardened nipples. She continued straight down the center of his body, drawing a circle around his navel, and then proceeding ever so slowly along the trail of fine hairs that led directly to his cock. At the end of that trail, she raised her head and looked at Julian’s face. His mouth was open and his eyes were nearly closed, as if he had entered a trance state.

“My boy,” Shannon whispered, then slid her mouth all the way down his cock.

A small faraway voice called out, “Oh, god, yes, Mistress!”

Shannon let her mouth work up and down a few times, savoring his taste. His cock was hot and hard and throbbing, and she had to have it. Positioning herself above him, she lowered herself so that his cock was just touching her.

“Mine,” she said, in a voice strong and clear.

“Yours,” repeated Julian. “Yours.”

The power burst over her skin like a rainstorm and she took his cock inside her, riding him to the heights of pleasure. It was time for both of them to have the moment that had been months in the making.

Pulsing quickly on his cock, Shannon said, “Julian, look at me right now.”

His eyes opened, focusing slowly, and his gaze met hers.

“On the count of 3, you will come for me. You will give me everything.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.

Taking him fully inside her, she rose and fell as she counted.

“1…2…3…now, Julian.”

His body jumped as if he had been struck by lightning and she felt the surging of his cock. A cry poured forth from him that seemed to last forever. It was that sound that cracked Shannon’s self-control, and she was surrounded by the crashing waves of her own orgasms. Her voice joined Julian’s in a cry of pleasure and release that surely must have been heard by the angels.

She collapsed against Julian’s now-still body and became aware that tears were running down her face. She roused herself and lifted her head to find Julian in the same state. She climbed off him and scurried to collect him in her arms, stroking his hair and murmuring endearments.

“Are you alright, Mine?” she asked quietly.

“I’m not sure, Mistress…it depends.”

“On what?”

“The answer to a question,” he replied.

“Ask,” she commanded.

“Will you allow me the honor of attempting to earn a permanent place in your life, Miss Shannon?”

She looked down upon him cradled in her arms and took a slow, deep breath.

“Mistress, not Miss Shannon,” she answered quietly. “And consider it earned.”

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and she rocked him gently. Within minutes, he was asleep.

As she watched him breathing and played with strands of his hair, Shannon was filled with gratitude and happiness.

Letting the night’s events wash over her, Shannon began to laugh quietly. She placed a soft kiss on Julian’s forehead, then looked up and whispered, “Best shot ever…thanks!”

The Meeting

•February 19, 2013 • 1 Comment

She had waited. And waited. In fact, she had waited her whole life. She just had never realized it.

How had it come to be? How had it happened? Like most situations, it was hard to say exactly—but also very simple.

It started with a meeting. They met.

They talked. They laughed. There was interest. There was the slow rising of delight.

There was questioning. There was answering. Conversation—a talking with each other. Communication—a coming together.

There was giving and taking. There was sharing. Negotiation. Mutual decision-making. Compromise. There was agreement and acceptance.

There was a meeting of minds. There was a joining of hands. Hands and minds worked together to bring about a bonding of hearts and souls.

It was steady. It was slow. It was open. It was warm.

He was soft and tender with her. Honest. Expressive.

“I think you are meant to be mine.”

He was patient. Demonstrative. Sincere.

“I never thought I would have one such as you.”

They waited, knowing all the time. He extended his hand, she accepted it. That was all.

That is never all, of course.

“That was all” was the beginning. There was a strengthening and a deepening of minds and hands and hearts. There was learning together. There was growing. Step by step, day after day, unfolding, like the petals of a flower.

When she stopped and thought about all he had given her, she found herself awash in awe and gratitude. He supported her in every endeavor, whether large or small. He was her refuge when she was tired, he soothed her when she was disappointed. He made her feel loved and desired. He encouraged her—and not just in things she selected for herself. He actively encouraged her to do and try new things. He made her feel full and thriving.

In return, she was completely his. She offered him her heart, mind, and soul in a submission so deep it reached to the very core of her being. It was a living, breathing thing; it was desire; it was need. She needed to submit to him, to give him everything and anything, like she needed to draw breath. She knew this like she knew her name.

The days they spent together turned into months, and the months turned into a year. And then, finally, it happened.

Flying. Moving. Imagining. Driving along the dark unfamiliar highway that led to the bright lights of the unknown city. The navigation system glowing like the North Star, leading her ever closer. To him. To his arms. Home.

She pulled into the wide round driveway and in moments she was out of the car and in his embrace. She noticed, as they moved inside to the registration desk, that he maintained the physical connection between them—touching her shoulder, her arm; putting his arm around her to give her gentle hugs; touching her hair softly. His hands were large and warm and felt like they belonged on her skin.

They reached the softly lit room where it was quiet, and she felt slightly outside her body. Traveling sometimes made her feel this way. He sensed it, settled her on the bed, and removed her shoes and socks. He took a foot in his hands and massaged and caressed it. Each touch, each stroke reconnected her to her own body and connected her to him.

He finished and had her roll onto her tummy next to him so that he could rub her back while they talked. She felt calm and quiet and treasured lying next to him. His warmth seeped into her and made her purr.

They talked a little longer and then he joined her at the head of the bed, gathering her into his arms and kissing her so sweetly. He kissed her again, tasting her mouth, calling her body to his own—a call as old as time. As he held and kissed and petted her, murmuring his pleasure in her, she found herself at the very center of her submission, unable to speak. She could look into his eyes, though, and when she did, he saw what he had waited forever to see.

She was aware of him carefully undressing her and she watched his hands as they deftly moved over each part of her body. He spoke quietly, reassuring her, telling of his desire for her. He lingered over her breasts, giving his special attention to her nipples. He took them from a soft, pale pink to hard and red with excitement. She was moaning quietly and that pleased him. As he touched and claimed each part of her body, he blessed them both.

His hands ran smoothly over her thighs and one of them came to settle on her soft mound. He pressed down gently, and then let his fingers wander along the fringe of her lips. She quivered with pleasure as she heard him exhale in wonder at the warm wetness that awaited him.

Parting her lips, his fingers explored the secret parts of her, finding her delicate center. A finger stroked then rubbed, and she watched him patiently, knowing that there was all the time in the world.

She heard him murmur.

“Treasured. Owned. Mine.”

She felt her being rising, carried upward, as his fingers slipped inside of her, claiming all of her. She was high above and wrapped so safely and so deeply in her submission to him that it surrounded her like a glowing golden cloak. She saw him glowing with his own power; she heard him confirming his ownership of and desire for her; she felt him exploring her, learning her with his fingers, stirring the fire within her until she blazed brightly for him.

No words were possible, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She was his in every way.

Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and whispered, “As it is tonight, so may it always be.”

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•May 26, 2012 • 2 Comments


•May 20, 2012 • Leave a Comment

A quick glance in the full-length mirror.

The fluttery black leather skirt she’d had custom-made looked amazing, as did the sheer black top and lace bra she wore. Her legs were looking good in the stylish heels she’d chosen, and her hair and makeup were perfect.

Thirty minutes later, she handed her keys to the valet with a smile and followed the walkway to the front door of the old stately home. She knocked and when the door opened, she handed her membership card to the young man who opened it.

“Have a great evening,” he said, returning her card.


She walked into the great room and glanced around, catching the eyes of several people she knew. She nodded and smiled, gave a wave here and a wink there, and moved toward the bar.  Picking up a club soda, she moved along the edges of the crowd and stopped to speak to a few friends along the way. Eventually, she moved on and found herself at the doors leading to the side terrace. As she stood enjoying the warm evening breeze, her eyes came to rest on him.

He was tall, with a substantial body, and his dark hair was neatly cut. Designer jeans and a crisp white shirt were accompanied by a black tailored jacket. No sooner had her eyes settled upon him then he looked her way. She smiled as he continued to look, and in the next moment someone tapped his arm and he shifted his focus. She watched him talk and smile for another minute before she, too, was interrupted by an old acquaintance who materialized from the crowd.

After a bit of polite conversation, she extricated herself so that she could observe him again. When she turned, he was standing beside her. She was taken aback for a moment, but then he spoke.

“I was admiring your outfit when I got interrupted,” he said, warmly.

“Thank you. I’m surprised you were able to see me with the crowd here tonight.”

“Yes, it’s quite busy and it’s still early,” he replied. “Would you care to dance?”

“That’d be lovely,” she said, finding herself smiling up at him.

“Inside or out?”

“Your choice–I’m good either way.”

He escorted her out the door to the terrace.

“Probably a better atmosphere for dancing out here, even if the people-watching is not as good.” He smiled and took her in his arms.

“This place is sort of special to me; it’s where I attended my very first play party,” he told her.

“Yes, it’s been around for quite a long time,” she replied. “I don’t get out as much as I used to, but I always enjoy coming here. You’re an excellent dancer, by the way.”

“It feels good to twirl you around,” he said with a grin. “Besides, I always find dancing to be an excellent ice breaker.”

She took a moment to catch her breath.

“So what do you do…”

“Daniel,” he offered.

“Daniel,” she repeated. “I’m Emalee.”

“I work in the tech industry, managerial stuff,” he said. “And you?”

“I’m a writer.”

“Ooh, really? What inspires you as a writer?”

“People mainly–their thoughts and desires,” she explained.

“And do you write about thoughts and desires?”

“I write mostly sensual and erotic material, so I guess the answer to that is yes.” She chuckled.

He moved her effortlessly around the dance area, holding her close for several minutes.

“You know when I looked at you, here’s what I saw: a woman who was dressed in something sexy, yet not over the top–which for me makes it all the more sexy. It says to me that you are someone who doesn’t need to put it all out there, someone who is to be discovered and appreciated.” He looked into her eyes.

She exhaled. “I have to say, Daniel, that you have done a pretty damn good job of capturing me. I’m impressed.”

He grinned. “I also have to admit that you are someone who has a shoulder I would love to brush my lips against while dancing slowly.”

“I’d move on that impulse if I were you,” she answered with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, then, let’s slow down a bit.”

He turned her in his arms so that her back was against his front and swayed with her like that. She felt his soft lips and a little scratch of stubble against her skin where her shoulder met her neck.

“Hmm, there’s an ear here too….”


“…to whisper into, to ask you about the inspiration for your stories,” he whispered.

“There are many, some sheer fantasy, some drawn from real life,” she said quietly. “I’ve had a man on his knees at my feet, obeying my slightest command…I’ve knelt obediently and been smacked with a belt for the pleasure of an owner…I’ve tied a lover to a bedpost and had my way…”

“I hope you took your time,” he interrupted.

“I always take my time,” she said.

“So you like to explore.”

“I’ve done a thing or three,” she commented.

He growled into her ear. “I enjoy details.”

“That’s where the devil is, they say.”

“So true,” he sighed, placing a kiss on her neck.

“I like the way your hands are holding me around the ribs so gently,” she offered. She could feel him looking at her breasts from over her shoulder.

“What else would you like them to be doing?” He raised his hands as if to touch her breasts. “What is your desire?”

“Hold them gently, as if they were treasure,” she whispered.

He did so–supporting them gently and brushing a thumb across each nipple. She leaned back against him, sighing.

“There’s another place I’d like to touch,” he whispered into her ear. “Your belly, so soft, my hand running over it, a finger circling your navel, feeling your smooth skin.”

He circled his body around hers, kissing her lips slowly. She turned her body toward him and his mouth worked against hers with passion. Her tongue slipped past his lips to find his and engage it, as his hands caressed her back.

He pulled back from her mouth finally, and brought her close to him, her face against his chest. She planted a kiss on the triangle of skin that showed through his open shirt and nuzzled him, breathing in his scent.

“You feel flushed, Emalee; are you alright?”

“I think you’ve raised my temperature, Daniel,” she said, softly.

“Is that a bad thing? Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked innocently.

“Oh, no, not bad…although if it should continue to rise, I might need some special attention.” She rested her hand on his chest as she looked up at him.

“Does that help?

“Hmm…probably makes me feel warmer.”

He took her hand and ran it over the muscles of his abdomen.

“How about this?”

“Definitely warmer,” she said with a nod.

He kissed her sweetly and asked, “If you could kiss a spot on my body right now, where would you choose?”

After a moment of thought, she said, “Right here, at the base of your neck where that little hollow is. I’d kiss it softly, then lick it with my tongue.”

He growled again.

“May I choose a spot on you?”

“Oh, please do,” she replied.

“I’d peel back the fabric from your sweet belly, kneel down and kiss all around your navel, then dip my tongue.”

She could feel him as he spoke the words.

“Now a selfish version of the question,” he told her. “Where you would pick for me to kiss?”

“Here,” she said without hesitation, running a finger around her nipple, “lightly between your lips. And you?”

He took her hand and slid it under his shirt, stopping right above his waistline. She felt his muscles ripple at her touch and she began to move her hand around, reaching upward toward his pecs. She let a thumb run over one of his nipples and felt it tighten.

He lifted her chin and kissed her as she enjoyed her tour, and she could feel the heat pouring off both of them.

“You’ve set me on fire, Daniel,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “I think you might have to assess my temperature and provide treatment.”

He raised one eyebrow and grinned.

“Let’s find somewhere more private and take care of that.”

They found a cool, quiet room on the third floor of the house that was unoccupied. He took her in his arms, feeling her head resting against his chest, the heat of her on his skin.

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” he said, finding the zipper of her sheer blouse and lowering it slowly. He peeled the layer of fabric from her body and placed it to the side, then unhooked her lace bra and slid it down her arms. He stepped back to take her in with his eyes. She could feel her nipples hardening as the cool air brushed her hot skin.

“Do you enjoy being watched by a man, Emalee?”

She nodded, and he took a moment to remove his shoes and shirt before climbing onto the large four-poster bed.

“Join me, Emalee; kneel here,” he said, indicating a spot on the corner of the mattress. “But remove the rest of your clothing first.”

She unzipped her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down her legs before stepping out of them. She thought she heard a low growl come from him.

Once on the bed, she knelt with her legs parted.

He looked at her for a long time, moving his eyes over every part of her body, then he approached.

“So beautiful, I want to see each and every part of you up close,” he murmured.

He extended his hand and helped her to stretch out on the bed beside him, then he leaned over her and his mouth closed over her nipple. He kissed it, then drew it between his lips and sucked at it. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, and he leaned across and took the other nipple into his mouth. Rising to his knees, he towered above her, a hand tracing down to her belly.

“I haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, Emalee,” and with that, he placed his lips at the bottom of her breastbone and kissed and licked downward until he reached her navel. He swirled his tongue around and then dipped it in, and she felt her insides clench tightly. He continued his downward exploration and she began moving beneath him, almost involuntarily.

He was between her knees now, and his hands parted her thighs. He could smell her sweet perfume and her arousal and he was intoxicated.

“Oh yes,” he said, “there’s no hiding from the doctor…”

He moved his face closer and used his thumbs to spread her folds, taking in the sweet pinkness of the inner flesh. She quivered and looked down the length of her body at him. He was smiling.

“I think I’ve found the source of the heat,” he said.

Spreading her a bit more, he brought his mouth down on her exposed clitoris, tripping his tongue over it with slow appreciation. She quivered and whimpered as he drew it between his lips, sucking hard. As she moaned, he licked up each side of her lips again and again, watching her undulate and squirm. She took one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard and he growled loudly in response.

“I think we’ll need something deeper to take care of your problem,” he said in smoky tones.

He set her legs down and climbed off the bed, then pulled her gently to the edge. He unzipped his jeans and tossed them and his briefs aside. As she watched, he slid his cock between her lips and up onto her belly. She almost came right then.

“Will this do?” he asked, rubbing his balls against her wetness, reaching up to grab a nipple.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, raising her hips towards him.

He pulled back and slid himself inside her, thrusting slowly in and out. Both of his hands were torturing her nipples and she was already on the edge.

“I need to be deeper, Emalee,” he said, and gently rolled her over and set her on her knees, climbing onto the bed behind her. He pushed down softly on her back as his hungry cock found her waiting pussy and slipped inside. He began to thrust deeply, their bodies making slapping noises as they moved together.

“I want your beautiful breasts to be moving at a good rhythm,” he said, raising her up again. He began to fuck her hard as he established a tempo. She felt her breasts smacking against her in response to his movements.

“That’s right,” he murmured, reaching out a hand to take her hair and hold it. “So hot.”

She groaned and moved in time with him, not knowing how much more she could take.

“Now, one more thing. I need to find that exact spot inside of you so that you will release that heat for me.”

She shook and whimpered as he changed the angle of his cock and began to scrape along her front wall. She could feel the sensation building, nearly too much, threatening to push her right over the edge…

He grabbed her hips and rammed into her with the full length of his cock, punishing her, filling her, sending her soaring out into open space.

She began crying out, her body convulsing, the juices pouring forth from the very center of her being, soaking him, anointing him.

“Ohhh, gods, Daniel!” she screamed as he fucked her relentlessly.

She grabbed at his cock, clenching down, uncontrollable. She came again and again, and at last, he cried out and emptied himself into her.

He helped her to lie back and cradled her in his arms.

“You are delicious in so many ways,” he whispered into her ear.

She smiled. “Why thank you.”

“I’m thrilled that I took a chance and walked up to you tonight, Emalee,” he said sincerely.

“So am I, Daniel. When my eyes found you, my intuition seemed to kick in…and it was right.”

“I have pretty good intuition, too. I know what you mean,” he told her, grinning.

“Hooray for us!” she said, wrapping an arm around him tightly.


•January 24, 2012 • 8 Comments

Removing her glasses and dropping them onto the desk, she rubbed her eyes and stretched.  Documents saved and computer powered off, she stood and moved into the bathroom for a quick, refreshing shower.

Fifteen minutes later, she was toweled dry, lotioned and taking the cover off a large box in her bedroom. She smiled at the sight of the gleaming black boots that easily reached her thighs. Removing one, she stroked the soft surface then sat and placed her foot into the boot, pushing it all the way to the front. She leaned down and gathered the two sides, slowly pulling up on the zipper. Finally, she buckled the two clasps around her thigh. She repeated the steps with the other boot like a well-practiced ritual.

She crossed to her dresser and opened a drawer, extracting some black satin panties. From another, she took a black leather and lace corset. As she laid these items on her bed, she thought about the evening to come. A sense of power and control surrounded her, playing across her skin.

She slipped into the panties, loving the smooth satin against her skin. She was aware of the delicious openness between her legs. Straightening out the corset on the bed, she fixed the ties then bound herself into it, inhaling the sweet scent of the leather.

Taking the low seat at her vanity, she carefully piled and pinned up her hair so that it would look tousled. She selected a pair of steel bracelets for her wrists and anointed herself with a sweet oil of Tuscan cypress. Standing and moving to the closet, she finished her look with a sheer black skirt.

A dark wooden chest sat at the foot of her bed, and she lifted the lid to carefully inspect the tools and toys that waited inside. She gave the crop a playful flick, then set it down and removed the thick red flogger. Running the fall over the palm of her hand, she gave herself a moment to think of the pleasure she would be giving and receiving. The doorbell brought her out of her reverie, and she closed the chest and smiled.

She walked slowly to the door and opened it to find him standing there, a fresh bouquet of spring flowers in his hand. She bade him enter and they stood in the sitting room smiling and looking deeply at each other for several moments.

“For you,” he said.

She took the flower, inhaled the nectar, and set them aside carefully.

“Thank you, my sweet. Kneel now.”

He dropped obediently to the floor and she reached for a collar and lead that were on the coffee table. Turning back to him, she brushed some strands of hair away from his forehead and leaned forward to place a kiss there, marking him as her own. She placed the collar around his neck, fastening it securely, and attached the metal lead. Holding it loosely, she made her way to her chair and he followed at a crawl.

Once seated with him at her feet, she asked him how his day had been and listened as he responded. They shared other bits of news about friends and neighborhood happenings and she watched as he relaxed and settled himself into his role. After a while, they grew quiet.

“So, my own, what would please you tonight?” she asked quietly.

He reflected on the question for a minute or two, then answered, “A lesson of your choosing, Mistress.”

“A lesson? Like a school lesson?” she asked, smiling. “You’d like me to teach you something?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She mulled over this idea, then nodded her head.

“Very well. Take my desk chair and wheel it into the bedroom. Then find your restraints in the chest and await me.”

She signaled with her finger and he rose and obeyed. She closed her eyes and meditated upon the content of her lesson, hearing the chair rolling along the hardwood floor and the sounds of him rummaging in the trunk. She kept her eyes close, seeing the scene come together in her mind. When it finally grew quiet, she opened them, rose from her chair and strode into the bedroom.

He was kneeling next to the chair and the restraints were waiting on the seat.  She glanced at him and then at them and then spoke.


He quickly got to his feet and stood with his hands crossed in front of him. She lifted the lid of the trunk and removed her crop, holding it by her side.

“I understand, young man, that you are in need of a lesson.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said nervously.

“Your previous lessons have been at the beginner level and you have done very well with them; I think perhaps it is time to move you on to something more challenging and vigorous.”

“Yes, Ma’am, if you think so,” he replied, casting his eyes downward. A delightful shiver ran through her body.

“Come closer to me,” she commanded, beckoning with the crop. He obeyed immediately. She seated herself in her chair and watched him.

“Take off your shirt.”

She could see him struggling to keep control of his fingers as he undid the buttons at the front and cuffs. A slight veil of perspiration showed on his upper lip as he slipped free of the garment.

She used the crop to flick at his nipples several times, then let it drift down over his stomach to his belt.

“Now the pants.”

She knew there was movement inside his shorts and had to work to maintain her serious expression. He hardly noticed as he worked at the belt and then the zipper to get out of the pants. Once free of them, he put them to the side with his shirt and gave a quick glance at her.

She regarded him in his boxers and socks, then took the end of the crop and used it to lower one side of the underwear at a time, revealing his buttocks.

“Bend over, young man.”

Without a word, he bent forward.

She slapped him lightly with the crop several times then gave him a few more vigorous strokes.  She saw the lovely pink outlines of her work.

“Walk over to the trunk now and slip your hands into the side holds so that your are bent over again.”

He rose slowly and she took the opportunity to scold him.

“Faster, young man! I’m waiting!”

He reacted as if she’d struck him again, but quickly got into position for her. She rose and moved up behind him, pushed the boxers to the ground and had him step out of them, and checked his hand holds.

“Discipline, young man—that is a lesson you should learn,” she told him sternly.

She stood to the side and began to lightly spank him with her hand all over his bottom. It wasn’t long before he was rosy pink. She stepped back for a moment to catch her breath then began to spank him harder. He was panting a bit and she heard a soft moan as her intensity increased.

“You have something to say, young man?” she asked.

“Oh, Ma’am,” he murmured.

“Indeed,” she said, and delivered five hard smacks to his already-stinging ass. She could feel him quivering.

“Stand up now,” she commanded. She watched him carefully in case he needed assistance, but he was able to stand on his own. She picked up the lead and took him to the side of the bed where the restraints were waiting. She picked them up, instructing him to sit. She placed a leather cuff around each wrist and ankle, securing the buckles. As she worked on his ankle cuffs, she ran her hands up the length of his legs and felt his muscles tighten slightly in reaction. Looking up, she could see the desire and anticipation in his eyes.

“On your stomach on the bed now,” she said.

When he was settled, she brought out the straps that were attached to the bed and threaded them through the rings on his cuffs to hold him securely. She leaned over and spoke into his ear.

“I know you are surprised by your lesson and I know you wish to endure my attentions and please me. Shall I continue now?”

He nodded and whispered, “Please.”

She smiled and picked up the heavy flogger. She started with leisurely blows to his back, swinging the flogger easily back and forth. After checking to make sure he was alright, she picked up the intensity a bit and heard his moans—a sound that very nearly made her fly.

She stopped for a moment and let his endorphins kick in. She could hear him making sounds of pleasure then and she knew she could start again. She ran her hand over his bottom gently and felt him pushing up against it.

“More?” she asked. “You want more?”

“Yessssss,” he responded.

She let the fall of the flogger dangle between his legs, stroking him softly. He moaned loudly, and she quickly began to deal blows to his ass. Again and again, she let the flogger fly, back and forth. She could see the light bruises beginning to appear and he was moaning constantly now.

She stopped the motion of the flogger and leaned over to kiss the bruises she had inflicted upon him. Then she reached for the crop and held it against the area right below his cheeks.

“Who is your teacher, young man?” she asked.

“You…you are,” he said with a shaky voice.

She lifted the crop and brought it down hard against his skin as she asked, “And who owns you?”

He cried out, but she heard his answer.

“You, Mistress—only you.”

“That’s right, my own. Would you like more?”

“Whatever you wish, Mistress, as long as you are pleased.”

She smiled and thought of how she was going to spend the next hour touching him everywhere.

That would teach him a lesson.


•January 18, 2012 • 4 Comments




One by one, the links are forged in your own mind, by your own hands.




The links turn into chains, willingly accepted, binding you to your own blindness.

The chains we forge ourselves and wear of our own volition are the ones that are hardest to break. And break them we must, because no one has the key.

Lots of men had told her she was beautiful, that they desired her, that she was sexy. They were liars–all looking for a roll in the hay followed by a quick exit from the barn. This she knew; this she believed.

Lots of other men had played “if only” with her: “If only you were thinner”…”If only you were graceful”. She hated them even more than she hated the liars.

She moved through life, by herself, and the chains made it so hard to move, so hard to make progress, so hard to change. She didn’t have the energy to try–the chains drained her.

She noticed him for the first time at a meeting of the book club she attended. He had a kind face–not that one could rely on that for any real insight into a person. They were reading “The Lover’s Dictionary: A Novel”, which she thought was far too personal a book for a book club choice. She didn’t feel comfortable sharing her inner-most thoughts on relationships with people she hardly knew, but she noticed that he was very forthcoming and shared some very wise insights. That piqued her interest, and she began to pay more attention to him at the gatherings.

She watched him before the meetings began, and saw that he was greeted by just about everyone in the group with warmth. Even though she was often too far away to hear what was being said, she knew that people must like him for his sense of humor–he was always making them laugh. She wondered if she would find him funny.

She started sitting a little closer to him when she could, although that was not always possible since she chose to come very close to the start time of the meeting. She listened and observed him discreetly and she did indeed find him funny. Once or twice she even had to turn away because she was smiling.

When they started the next book, she began coming to the meetings early. He was there when she arrived and he greeted her warmly, even referring to her by name. She was impressed by that. Even more, she continued to be impressed by his sense of humor and his obvious wisdom and intelligence. As time went on, she found that they were talking before and after every meeting. In spite of herself, she found she was thinking about him a lot.

Eventually he asked her to have coffee with him after the meeting. She really couldn’t say no since the coffee shop was right in the bookstore where they had their meetings. Conversation flowed comfortably between them, and when he asked if she’d like to have dinner with him on Friday night she smiled sincerely and said yes.

One dinner led to another, and to shopping trips, walks in the park, movies, plays, concerts, and museums. There was a lovely first kiss in a darkened doorway after a dinner date, and there had been several passionate make-out sessions at both of their apartments. She noticed that he never pushed himself on her; things always seemed to just take their course. She also became aware that somewhere deep in her soul, her chains felt lighter and looser. There were no games with him and there were no “if onlys”. He seemed to like her just as she was, and that made her like herself.

They’d been out for dinner and a movie and were heading back to her place for some quiet time. She turned to him while he was driving and asked if he would stay the night with her. She couldn’t believe she’d let the words escape from her mouth, but they were out there now. She was so busy fretting, she almost missed it when he said he would love that.

They sat around on the couch with the TV on, cuddling and kissing. He was touching her in a way that was familiar to her now: like she was a gift. As he ran his hands over her body, he murmured things softly: things like “perfect” and “beautiful” and “sexy”. She smiled.

Finally, she stopped him and stood up, reaching for his hand. She led him to her bedroom and they stretched out on the bed together. He undressed her slowly, and she helped him out of his clothes as well. Time didn’t mean a thing; he lingered over every part of her. Somewhere, she could hear cooing and purring–she almost laughed when she realized it was coming from her.

At exactly the right moment, he rolled her over and slipped inside of her–so slowly and so sweetly. Still and quiet like the night sky, he looked down upon her and smiled. He loved her well and fully, making her cry out so many times that he lost count.

Covered by her cries were sounds only she heard: clink, clang, clunk…as every link of every chain that had ever held her fell away. Her heart soared; her spirit rested; her soul found peace.

With him, she was finally and truly unfettered.


•January 17, 2012 • Leave a Comment

“I really don’t know about this, David,” she said dubiously. Turning, she looked into the mirror and wound a strand of hair around her index finger.

“Oh, come on, Jess, it’ll be fun!” he told her. “You look so hot dressed like that and I really want to show you off. We’ll go, we’ll walk around and see what there is to see, and that’s it.”

She examined her reflection closely. David had picked out and purchased everything she was wearing–the tight black boots that reached above her knees, the shiny black PVC skirt that laced up both sides, and the  apple red corset into which she was snuggly laced. Even without her hair and makeup done, she had to admit she did look pretty amazing. She didn’t think she’d mention it to David right now, but she also felt…different…dressed like this.

“We’ll just look around?” she asked seriously. “You’re not going to make me do anything, right?”

“No, of course not! We’ll just go and talk to people and take in the atmosphere.”

She sighed. “Well, I guess…hey, what exactly do you think we’re going to see there?” she asked him, a look of concern on her face.

He walked toward her, took her hand, and led her to the big overstuffed chair. Sitting down, he pulled her into his lap.

“What do you THINK we might see?” he asked her.

She thought for a moment, almost embarrassed to put her thoughts into words.

“I don’t know, David. I guess maybe people getting whipped or flogged or spanked. People chained or tied to things, gagged maybe. And, you know, people doing sexual stuff.” She squirmed in his lap.

“Okay, and what if we DO see those things? How are you going to feel about that?”

“I’m not sure, honestly. It’s not the kind of thing you see every day, after all…” she looked away as her voice trailed off.

He put a finger under her chin and turned her face back towards his.

“What are you afraid of, Jess?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing,” she told him, “I’m not afraid of anything. I…I just don’t want to see something that makes me freak out or start giggling like an idiot in the middle of the place.”

That was a lie, but David didn’t seem to pick up on it.

“You’ll be fine, Jess, I promise. You’ll be with me, and if you see something you don’t want to see, we’ll simply move along.”

“Okay,” she said, quietly. “What time are we leaving?”

Hours later, she stood dressed in the exotic outfit once again, this time with her hair and makeup done with great care. David was by her side, dressed in leather pants and a black shirt, and they were standing outside a large metal door with the words “THE FOUNDRY” emblazoned on it. David opened the door and they entered.

They stopped at the window, showed their identification and paid the entry fee and then moved into the dim redness within. Instinctively, Jess reached down for David’s hand. She felt him give it a squeeze, but her blood seemed to be racing like rapids through her body.

It was 11 pm and the party was in full swing. Once in the main room, David steered them to the right. A small group of people was gathered nearby and, as they drew nearer, they could see a man stretched out over a bench of some kind. As Jess looked between some of the people in the group, she could see he was wearing a thong of sorts, leaving his backside bare. A beautiful blonde woman was standing to the side of the bench, a large wooden paddle in her hand. She was smiling and talking to the assembled group while the man just waited. A few minutes later, she leaned toward him, said something that Jess could not hear, and then raised the paddle and brought it down against his ass with tremendous force.

Jess shuddered at the sound of wood against bare skin and heard the man’s quivering voice say, “Thank you, Mistress.” She felt something akin to embarrassment, yet she couldn’t look away. The woman struck the man with the paddle several more times before David indicated that they were going to walk on.

They passed a bar selling soft drinks, juices and water and David stopped to get a bottle of water for each of them. The coolness of the plastic felt good against her overheated skin.

As they continued to walk, they came to an area with large wooden frames shaped like X’s and T’s. There were only one or two people observing, so Jess had a clear view of the woman who was attached to the X-shaped frame. She was bound at her wrists and ankles by large leather cuffs attached to the X. There were small platforms for her feet, but not much else in the way of support. She seemed to be completely naked, though it was hard to be sure since the front of her body was against the framework–leaving her back exposed. The man standing with her was holding a large, heavy-looking flogger. Glancing sideways at David, Jess noticed he looked more interested in this scene than he had in the last one. She turned her attention back to the couple.

The man raised the flogger nonchalantly and let if fall against the woman’s back then repeated this action several times. As he continued, Jess could tell that the fall of the flogger became heavier and more intense. She felt a mist of perspiration form on her forehead, but she kept watching. The man expertly wielded the flogger, spreading the strokes across the woman’s entire upper back. After a few more strokes, he let it move down to her full bottom. At some point, the woman began to moan softly. Jess felt something flutter inside her. She licked her lips.

Putting down the flogger, the man quickly released the woman from the frame, turned her around so she was facing outward, and secured her once again. He stroked her cheek and asked if she was okay. She nodded, and he kissed her cheek.

He reached into his bag and brought out a hard-sided case. Opening it, he took out a dildo and some lube and prepared it, then walked over to the woman and slid it up into her. She moaned more loudly, and Jess had to catch herself before she moaned too. She had never imagined experiencing this kind of vicarious excitement, but she knew she was enjoying it.

She felt herself grow damp as the man rested his thigh against the end of the dildo and gently pumped his leg. Her breathing quickened in time with the woman’s. The man reached into his pocket and brought out something shiny. In an instant, he had a clamp on each of the woman’s nipples and she was whimpering. Unable to stop herself, Jess made a sound. The blood rushed to her cheeks, which surprised her because she would have sworn that all of her blood was busy in the lower areas of her body.

David turned to look at her when she made the sound and he moved behind her, embracing her. He spoke into her ear.

“Do you want to keep watching, Jess?” he asked in a whisper.

“I…” Her voice was shaking. “I…want you to do that to me…just like that.”

David smiled knowingly.




•January 17, 2012 • 1 Comment

The black car drove up the long driveway, past the manicured lawn and well-groomed trees. She had only a few moments to replay in her mind the conversation she’d had before she left her home.

She’d known for several weeks that she was making this trip but that morning before she left, her Master called her to his study. She entered quietly, finding him seated behind his desk, pen in hand.

“Good morning, Master,” she greeted him.

He rose and walked around the desk, kissing her cheek and shepherding her into a chair.

“All ready to go?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. I will miss you until you return on Monday, My Own, but I know you will bring me honor.”

“I will surely do my best, Master,” she said, feeling somewhat smaller suddenly.

“I know you will,” he said, stroking her cheek softly. “All you need to do is be the girl I know you are–the girl I helped to create.”

The car stopped in front of the exquisite house and the driver came around to open her door. As she stood looking up the softly rising stairs, he fetched her bag from the trunk and quickly carried it up to the door. She placed one foot on the first step, hesitated a moment, and then resolutely made the climb.

The driver tipped his cap to her as she joined him and murmured that he would return for her on Monday at the appointed time. She thanked him and watched as he descended to the car. Then she turned and faced the front door, with its classic door knocker–a gold lion with a ring in its mouth. She reached out, took hold of the ring, and knocked it against the frame twice.

She was quite surprised when the door opened.

“Good morning and welcome, Allana.”

“Sir Marcus,” she stammered, “a very good morning to you as well.”

He reached down and picked up her bag, and stepped to the side to allow her to enter the house. He placed her bag down next to him and kissed both her cheeks.

“Be welcome in my house, now and always,” he said, warmly.

She smiled and lowered her eyes shyly.

“Thank you, Sir Marcus. I bring you the greetings of my Master and his wishes for your good health and happiness.”

“Delightful,” he responded. “I trust he is well?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

“I’m pleased to hear it. Ah, here’s Lucy,” he said, as a young woman in maid’s attire came down the long stairway.

“Lucy, this is Allana, who is our guest this weekend. Please take her to her room, help her to get settled in, and then show her to my sitting room.”

The maid nodded and smiled at Allana. “This way, Miss.”

“I’ll see you shortly,” Sir Marcus said with a smile.

Twenty-five minutes later, Lucy was showing her the door of Sir Marcus’s private parlor. She thanked the maid kindly for her help, smoothed her fitted black skirt, and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” Marcus’s muffled voice called from within.

“Ah, there you are!” he said, as she entered and moved toward him. “I hope your room is to your liking?”

“Oh, yes, Sir, it’s quite beautiful,” she replied.

“Please, come and sit,” he beckoned as he moved to a small couch near the windows.

As she moved to the couch, she could not help take in the amazing vista outside the windows–a wide patio furnished with comfortable chairs, tables and couches; a perfectly landscaped garden; and woods that looked like each tree had been purposely placed to create paths and shadowed places. Marcus watched the girl, smiling.

She came back to herself and carefully seated herself next to him on the settee.

He took her hand in his and looked into her eyes as he spoke.

“I cannot say that I am not very pleased that your Master and I were able to come to this arrangement, Allana. It is extremely generous of him to allow me the pleasure of your company and service for the weekend.”

“It’s my pleasure, Sir Marcus, to be able to visit and serve you,” she said quietly.

“Indeed,” he smiled. ‘If you have any questions about our time together, I would be happy to address them.”

“None, Sir. My Master has spoken of you with great respect, and that tells me all I need to know. While I am under your roof, I am yours without restriction.”

“Your Master gives me a great gift; I will be sure to show my full appreciation,” Marcus told her.

She felt her cheeks blush.

“Did your Master mention to you that I’m a great music lover, Allana?” he asked.

“He did, Sir Marcus. Do you favor a particular genre over others?”

“Well, although I like a great many kinds of music, I’d have to say that classical is my favorite.”

She smiled and said, “I’m very partial to classical music as well, Sir.”

“Are you? That’s wonderful! Then you’ll know that many classical works begin with an overture,” he said.

She nodded in acknowledgement.

“And so, I think, shall we,” he said, standing and reaching out a hand toward her. She took it, rising from the couch and following him as he moved across the room toward a door.

He opened the door and led her into an office that was decorated in masculine colors and patterns. He stopped about four feet from the desk and told her to stand in that spot. Then he walked the rest of the way to the desk and rested against the front of it, facing her. She watched him silently, her heart racing.

“Take off your blouse, Allana,” he commanded quietly.

She undid the buttons with fumbling fingers, trying to calm herself and demonstrate her gracefulness. She breathed deeply as she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and draped it carefully over a nearby chair.

“Now your skirt, please.”

Obediently, she reached around behind her and lowered the zipper, then stepped out of the skirt. It joined the blouse on the chair, and she stood in her lace bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. Her excitement was building, though she willed herself to stillness.

“You are very lovely, Allana,” Sir Marcus said as he approached her. “I have long looked forward to your service.”

He was standing right in front of her now, and he reached out a hand and touched her lightly–her face, her stomach, the inside of her thigh. His touch was like a small flame on her skin. He moved behind her, touching her shoulders, the small of her back, her round bottom. He took her by the right wrist, drawing her arm back toward him, then reached for the other to join it.

Arranging her hands as he wished them, he whispered into her ear, “Stay just like that, Allana.”

In a few moments, her hands were bound with what felt like ribbon.

“You’re quite irresistible, Allana,” he said, drawing a blindfold from his pocket. He tied it around her head and checked to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

She was temporarily disoriented and could not tell where he was; then she felt him release the clasps on her bra and push it down her arms so that her breasts were exposed. She knew he was standing directly in front of her then.

Running a thumb over each nipple, he inhaled deeply, then leaned forward and spoke.

“You fill my head with music, Allana. Now I’m going to make you sing.”