still need to finish this....
Reaching forward she places one hand into the waistband of his trousers and tugs him forward. Left hand curled around the leather of his belt as she pulls him close to her, smiling up at him as he slowly allows her to lead him closer till his suit jacket brushes up against her, and his belt buckle presses into her stomach. He runs a hand through her hair, wrapping the long tresesses in a fist as he leans down to place a kiss on the skin just below her ear, moving slowly along her jaw to her lips.. Biting at her lower lip before licking the smiling fullness, tasting the sweetness of oranges as she slowly opens her mouth, rising up on tip toes and rubbing against him.
With her free hand she begins unbottoning his shirt, sliding her hand along the revealed skin, his stomach twitching as she runs her nails along each inch of reveled skin, slowly counting down the buttons against his lips as he kisses her. Releasing her hair he reaches for her t-shirt, and laughing she lets go of his belt and slaps one of his hands. "Im staying dressed and your not. Take your tie off!" she commands. Grinning down at her he slowly pulls his tie loose, running it through his hands, making a show out of the act before gently draping it around her neck, using each end to draw her in for another kiss as her fingers continue to undress him, faster now that both hands are free. "This tie suits you better anyway, especially when securing your wrists to the bed like last night" he mumours in her ear. "That was last night" she replies, yanking his shirt from his waistband and slipping the last few buttons free.
Stepping back she admires his chest bracketed by the blue shirt, and taking his hands she places one on each of her breasts, then turns her attention to the buttons at his wrists, while he begins to flick his thumbs over her nipples, the cloth of her t-shirt showing her arousal. Sliding both hands up his chest to his shoulders she pushes shirt and jacket down his arms, forcing his hands off her breasts as his arms become imprisoned at his sides.
Walking round him she sinks to her knees behind him, pulling the shirt and jacket off of him and throwing it behind her. With a low chuckle she leans forward and bites his arse through his trousers, giggling as he jumps. Leaning into his legs, sliding her hands round his left ankle she begins unlacing his shoe. Teasing him by running her nails up his ankle, scratching at his skin lightly once his shoe is loosened and she tugs it off, throwing it behind her, his sock soon following.
Sliding her hands up his trouser leg she begins to massage his calf muscle, needing at the hard muscle, hearing him sigh quietly and feel him relax into her touch.
Grinning she curls her fingers and scraps her nails downwards, feeling his skin catch against her. "You little hell cat" he says, on an indrawn breath "claws are out tonight I take it?" Moving to his other leg, fingers swiftly unlacing the remaining shoe she peeks up at him, face pressed into his leg, one eye hidden by hair. "Arnt they always?" she replies. He strokes one hand through her hair, and lifts his foot as she pulls the shoe and sock off, both landing somewhere behind them. For a moment they stay like that, her kneeling, pressed against him, his hand gently combing through her hair, happy to wait and see where this was leading.
Moving round to the front of him, still kneeling she unbuckles his belt, rubbing her cheek against his erection, feeling the heat of his cock through the material seperating them, before swiftly undoing the button and sliding down the zip, lightly tugging the trousers so that they fall and pool around his naked feet.
"Step out of them please" say says, looking up at him. "Yes Mistress" he teases, taking a step backwards, left in only his boxers, which hide little of his arousal. Standing up she walks around him and uses the tie draped round her neck to secure his hands behind his back. "You gave me an idea" she comments, laughing quietly. With a hand at the centre of his back she urges him forward, till he stands infront of a chair. The red leather, gleams in the light and using her hand on the back of his neck she pushes him down, forcing him to kneel infront of the seat, chest and shoulders resting against the leather.
Walking to the side of the chair she leans in and kisses his smilling mouth, sliding her tongue in and kissing him deepy, forcing his head back and bruising his lips. From her back pocket she pulls a carefully folded bag, the plastic warm from the heat of her body. Pulling back from the kiss she unfolds it, smoothing the white and orange bag out on the red leather, and leaning over draws her tongue wetly down his back to his tied hands, then with a light slap on his ass and a smile she puts the bag over his head, leaving it open at his neck.
Reaching under the chair she pulls out a wooden paddle, and a short black flogger, the lashes made of soft leather.
Wednesday 2 March 2011
waiting at a train station
not quite finished yet...should really do that soon :)
enjoy
She sat quietly on the bench, the chill night wind twisting locks of blonde hair and tangling them. Her head burried in a book, eyes fixed on the page she was barely aware of someone sitting next to her. Unaware of eyes watching her, noting the way the harsh lights of the train station picks up the gleaming gold of tangled hair, pale skin, flushed cheeks, full lips trembling slightly as she shivers in the cold.
He sprawls on the cold bench, long legs spread infront of him, booted feet flat against the cracked pavement, denim covered thigh barely touching the red and black skirt that brushes her knees. He watches her, blue eyes taking in the bowed head, blunt cut nails dark red against the white pages as she reads. He shifts, taking up more room on the bench, pressing against her and smiling as she looks up. Grey eyes questioning as she looks at him, smiling in responce to his slow grin, taking in the touseled blonde hair sticking up at angles, the dark blonde stubble shadowing his jaw and his sleepy smiling eyes.
The next ten minutes is spent in quiet conversation, the book forgotten in her hand, smiles and glances making promises and asking questions. The train pulls up and together they board, long denin legs blocking her into the seat, a rough hand resting lightly on a skirt clad knee. She ducks her head shly, hair falling accross her blushing face and slowly, gently he pushes the strands behind her ear, leaning in and whispering to her.
A few stops later they get off and tugging her down to a bench he leans in and kisses her, a hand either side of her face he slwoly strokes his fingers along her cheeks, toungue teasing hers as he shifts, keeling on the bench while her hands twine about his neck. People walk past them but all that matters is the heat building and the expectation. Drawing one caloused finger along the edge of her top he smiles lazily and pulls her to her feet. Grinning back at him she turns and pulls him out of the train station, laughing at something he says, briefly wondering his name before he leans down and kisses her again, pressing against her, arousal hard against her stomach and his name is unimportant as one hand trails down her back and arse pressing her against him.
Less than an hour after meeting the two are locked in a deep embrace, as he presses her against a tree trunk both ignore the cars going past and the people who's noise barely intrudes. The slight awareness that they are not alone adds spice to the already torrid encounter as he moves his lips lower, biting at her throat and smiling against her skin as she shivers, knowing full well by the heat of her skin she is no longer cold.
Arching back against the tree, eyes half closed, lips parted she watches people hurry past. Some stare, others overt their eyes, uncomfortable at such a public display of lust as his mouth moves ever closer to the edge of her top, one hand strokng over the full breasts and down low over her belly, the other braced by her head on the tree trunk.
No longer shy, turned on by the visability and by the stranger who is slowly drawing his tongue over the swell of her breasts, teasing under the edge of the cloth she runs a hand through his hair and fisting it draws his head up for a kiss. Long and deep they kiss, she widens her stance, allowing him to push a thigh between hers, forcing her skirt to ride up a few inches revealing more nylon clad leg.
Breathless they break apart and look at each other, whisperng into her ear he tells her he wants her on her back as he fucks her while people walk past, watching her as she wonders if they will be seen. Teasingly he rubs his jaw against the underside of her chin, scaping his stubble along the senistive skin and inresponce her nails dig into his shoulder and he laughs, the sound muffled in her shoulder.
Taking his hand she draws him down the path beside the road, shy again she ducks her head away and he runs a finger along the black of her neck, the rough calouses catching against her soft hair. Coming to a grass verge she pulls him down the bank into the darkness of the trees, where the security fence to the warehouse beside the road made the shadows darker.
Both drop to their knees on the cold ground, she entwines her arms around his neck and he pushes her back, one hand cupping her breast, the other on her thigh, sliding up under her skirt as he pushes her to her back on the slope. Beneath him now he kisses her, tongue going deep as he rubs her body with his, both hands stroking.
The noise of the busy road just feet away is ignored, as is the laughing, talking group that walk past just outside of of the shadows they hide in. Pulling down her top he pulls out her breasts, the cold air making her nipples harden and he makes a sound of apriaction at her pierced nipple. She wasnt so inocent as he thought he thinks as he bends down and takes the metal and hard flesh into his hot mouth, moving the hand not under her skirt across her mouth as she quietly crys out at the wet contact. They both pause a second and he glances up the slope to see if they have been seen and though there are people about, just feet away none look down at them as he goes back to flicking his tongue over her.
Pushing her knees apart he settles himself into the v of her body, his thighs forcing hers wider as he rubs up against her, pulling her skirt to her waist and running a finger along the seam of her hold ups before rubbing her through her panties. Her skin glowing in the moonlight and shadows, pale against her black clothing, and his dark denim. The noise of the traffic fades into the back ground as she arches against his hand, sliding one hand through his blonde hair, the length long enough to enable her to twist it around her fingers as her palm cups the side of his face, urging him closer to her breast, as he kisses around the soft globe, grazing teeth against the goose bumped flesh.
With her free hand she slides it under the collar of his jacket and tshirt, curling her fingers inwards and lightly clawing the back of his neck while sliding a tongue over the palm of the hand keeping her quiet. He laughs against her skin, moving over honey sented softness, licking as he switches breasts. The cold air on hot wet skin causing more goose bumps to appear as she nips at his hand, gasping as his rough fingers slide into wet heat.
Taking his hand from her mouth he pulls her free hand between their bodies, placing it against the strained fly of his jeans. Rubbing against the strained material she fumbles for the button one handed
enjoy
She sat quietly on the bench, the chill night wind twisting locks of blonde hair and tangling them. Her head burried in a book, eyes fixed on the page she was barely aware of someone sitting next to her. Unaware of eyes watching her, noting the way the harsh lights of the train station picks up the gleaming gold of tangled hair, pale skin, flushed cheeks, full lips trembling slightly as she shivers in the cold.
He sprawls on the cold bench, long legs spread infront of him, booted feet flat against the cracked pavement, denim covered thigh barely touching the red and black skirt that brushes her knees. He watches her, blue eyes taking in the bowed head, blunt cut nails dark red against the white pages as she reads. He shifts, taking up more room on the bench, pressing against her and smiling as she looks up. Grey eyes questioning as she looks at him, smiling in responce to his slow grin, taking in the touseled blonde hair sticking up at angles, the dark blonde stubble shadowing his jaw and his sleepy smiling eyes.
The next ten minutes is spent in quiet conversation, the book forgotten in her hand, smiles and glances making promises and asking questions. The train pulls up and together they board, long denin legs blocking her into the seat, a rough hand resting lightly on a skirt clad knee. She ducks her head shly, hair falling accross her blushing face and slowly, gently he pushes the strands behind her ear, leaning in and whispering to her.
A few stops later they get off and tugging her down to a bench he leans in and kisses her, a hand either side of her face he slwoly strokes his fingers along her cheeks, toungue teasing hers as he shifts, keeling on the bench while her hands twine about his neck. People walk past them but all that matters is the heat building and the expectation. Drawing one caloused finger along the edge of her top he smiles lazily and pulls her to her feet. Grinning back at him she turns and pulls him out of the train station, laughing at something he says, briefly wondering his name before he leans down and kisses her again, pressing against her, arousal hard against her stomach and his name is unimportant as one hand trails down her back and arse pressing her against him.
Less than an hour after meeting the two are locked in a deep embrace, as he presses her against a tree trunk both ignore the cars going past and the people who's noise barely intrudes. The slight awareness that they are not alone adds spice to the already torrid encounter as he moves his lips lower, biting at her throat and smiling against her skin as she shivers, knowing full well by the heat of her skin she is no longer cold.
Arching back against the tree, eyes half closed, lips parted she watches people hurry past. Some stare, others overt their eyes, uncomfortable at such a public display of lust as his mouth moves ever closer to the edge of her top, one hand strokng over the full breasts and down low over her belly, the other braced by her head on the tree trunk.
No longer shy, turned on by the visability and by the stranger who is slowly drawing his tongue over the swell of her breasts, teasing under the edge of the cloth she runs a hand through his hair and fisting it draws his head up for a kiss. Long and deep they kiss, she widens her stance, allowing him to push a thigh between hers, forcing her skirt to ride up a few inches revealing more nylon clad leg.
Breathless they break apart and look at each other, whisperng into her ear he tells her he wants her on her back as he fucks her while people walk past, watching her as she wonders if they will be seen. Teasingly he rubs his jaw against the underside of her chin, scaping his stubble along the senistive skin and inresponce her nails dig into his shoulder and he laughs, the sound muffled in her shoulder.
Taking his hand she draws him down the path beside the road, shy again she ducks her head away and he runs a finger along the black of her neck, the rough calouses catching against her soft hair. Coming to a grass verge she pulls him down the bank into the darkness of the trees, where the security fence to the warehouse beside the road made the shadows darker.
Both drop to their knees on the cold ground, she entwines her arms around his neck and he pushes her back, one hand cupping her breast, the other on her thigh, sliding up under her skirt as he pushes her to her back on the slope. Beneath him now he kisses her, tongue going deep as he rubs her body with his, both hands stroking.
The noise of the busy road just feet away is ignored, as is the laughing, talking group that walk past just outside of of the shadows they hide in. Pulling down her top he pulls out her breasts, the cold air making her nipples harden and he makes a sound of apriaction at her pierced nipple. She wasnt so inocent as he thought he thinks as he bends down and takes the metal and hard flesh into his hot mouth, moving the hand not under her skirt across her mouth as she quietly crys out at the wet contact. They both pause a second and he glances up the slope to see if they have been seen and though there are people about, just feet away none look down at them as he goes back to flicking his tongue over her.
Pushing her knees apart he settles himself into the v of her body, his thighs forcing hers wider as he rubs up against her, pulling her skirt to her waist and running a finger along the seam of her hold ups before rubbing her through her panties. Her skin glowing in the moonlight and shadows, pale against her black clothing, and his dark denim. The noise of the traffic fades into the back ground as she arches against his hand, sliding one hand through his blonde hair, the length long enough to enable her to twist it around her fingers as her palm cups the side of his face, urging him closer to her breast, as he kisses around the soft globe, grazing teeth against the goose bumped flesh.
With her free hand she slides it under the collar of his jacket and tshirt, curling her fingers inwards and lightly clawing the back of his neck while sliding a tongue over the palm of the hand keeping her quiet. He laughs against her skin, moving over honey sented softness, licking as he switches breasts. The cold air on hot wet skin causing more goose bumps to appear as she nips at his hand, gasping as his rough fingers slide into wet heat.
Taking his hand from her mouth he pulls her free hand between their bodies, placing it against the strained fly of his jeans. Rubbing against the strained material she fumbles for the button one handed
greetings
The lace was very black against my skin, the leather boots ending on my thighs and the purple strap on adding the only colour to my outfit when I opened the door. From my door to the bed it’s only a few steps, all the while I walked backward, candle light picking up the paleness of my hair and the shedding of his clothes as he followed me.
Mouth hot against mine, hands touching, on my body, whispered hellos, gasps, his mouth against my pussy, tongue teasing me, while my boot heels dig into his back.
Mouth hot against mine, hands touching, on my body, whispered hellos, gasps, his mouth against my pussy, tongue teasing me, while my boot heels dig into his back.
if you go down to the woods today...
The woods were quite and cool, the bark of the tree he was chained to rough against his naked back. Daylight broke the shadows made by the trees as she stood in front of him, blonde hair almost white in the light, a halo around her face, at odds with the smile on her lips. Stepping up to him she slowly runs her fingers down his chest, a teasing caress before slowly repeating, each time curling her fingers slightly and applying more pressure till it’s no longer her fingers but sharp nails streaking fire down his skin. Short nails painted a deep blue, but sharp and wielded with a practiced skill till his skin is inflamed but not yet cut.
Stepping closer she starts the process down his arms, stretched around the tree trunk, chain keeping them almost straight. Soon his skin is covered in red lines, and she moves her attention to his sides, causing him to squirm as her fingers lightly tickle his sides, playing down over his ribs, her breath hot against his skin till without warning blood beads his skin and her nails stop just on either side of his belly button, painful scratches running along is ribs and belly. Slowly, her head tilted up to watch him she carefully licks along each scratch, very deliberately licking the blood from his skin, and using the tip of her tongue to lay pressure against the torn skin. When finished she goes onto tip toes and licks along his bottom lip before kissing him, the kiss tastes faintly of his blood.
Telling him to stay she walks round the tree and takes the chain from one wrist and as she walks around the front secures it to his wrist again but this time in front of him. Slowly stepping backwards she hops onto the trunk of a fallen tree, and looks at him. With a giggle she blows him a kiss, and then crooks a finger at him. “Come to me.” Leaning back, bracing her hands against the trunk either side of her she watches as he goes onto hands and knees, and slowly, crawling through the dirt and the leaf litter approaches her. Gently he kisses the toe of her trainer before carefully untying it and placing that and her sock on the ground beside him. Taking one foot into his hands he slowly starts massaging it, using his teeth to nip her toes, looking up at her to watch her smile as she wriggles he toes in his mouth. After a while he slowly draws his tongue up her leg, kissing the white skin, his fingers massaging and teasing, following the lazy trails of his mouth, propping her foot on his shoulder, she widens her legs and he draws wet patterns on her skin before gently biting the inside of her knee, his hands pushing the skirt higher on her thighs.
Reaching the soft skin of her inner thigh, he notices the lack of panties and smiles up at her, his hands playing over the soft curves of her belly and hips as he kneels at her feet in the dirt. Turning his attention to her other foot he starts over again, laying kisses around her ankle before moving upwards, she makes restless movements as he holds her leg in place against the trunk of the tree, the bark scratching her pale skin, his fingers not quite leaving pressure marks but leaving her no illusions that he wants her to stay still while he finishes slowly running his mouth over her leg.
Gradually he works higher, taking his hands off her thighs he slides them under her vest, his thumbs brushing circles into the skin of her sides and he begins to slowly lick her pussy, his chin scraping the bark she sits on, his thumbs applying more pressure on her sides, sliding up her rib cage, his face pressed tight into her as he kneels on the ground between her feet.
Stepping closer she starts the process down his arms, stretched around the tree trunk, chain keeping them almost straight. Soon his skin is covered in red lines, and she moves her attention to his sides, causing him to squirm as her fingers lightly tickle his sides, playing down over his ribs, her breath hot against his skin till without warning blood beads his skin and her nails stop just on either side of his belly button, painful scratches running along is ribs and belly. Slowly, her head tilted up to watch him she carefully licks along each scratch, very deliberately licking the blood from his skin, and using the tip of her tongue to lay pressure against the torn skin. When finished she goes onto tip toes and licks along his bottom lip before kissing him, the kiss tastes faintly of his blood.
Telling him to stay she walks round the tree and takes the chain from one wrist and as she walks around the front secures it to his wrist again but this time in front of him. Slowly stepping backwards she hops onto the trunk of a fallen tree, and looks at him. With a giggle she blows him a kiss, and then crooks a finger at him. “Come to me.” Leaning back, bracing her hands against the trunk either side of her she watches as he goes onto hands and knees, and slowly, crawling through the dirt and the leaf litter approaches her. Gently he kisses the toe of her trainer before carefully untying it and placing that and her sock on the ground beside him. Taking one foot into his hands he slowly starts massaging it, using his teeth to nip her toes, looking up at her to watch her smile as she wriggles he toes in his mouth. After a while he slowly draws his tongue up her leg, kissing the white skin, his fingers massaging and teasing, following the lazy trails of his mouth, propping her foot on his shoulder, she widens her legs and he draws wet patterns on her skin before gently biting the inside of her knee, his hands pushing the skirt higher on her thighs.
Reaching the soft skin of her inner thigh, he notices the lack of panties and smiles up at her, his hands playing over the soft curves of her belly and hips as he kneels at her feet in the dirt. Turning his attention to her other foot he starts over again, laying kisses around her ankle before moving upwards, she makes restless movements as he holds her leg in place against the trunk of the tree, the bark scratching her pale skin, his fingers not quite leaving pressure marks but leaving her no illusions that he wants her to stay still while he finishes slowly running his mouth over her leg.
Gradually he works higher, taking his hands off her thighs he slides them under her vest, his thumbs brushing circles into the skin of her sides and he begins to slowly lick her pussy, his chin scraping the bark she sits on, his thumbs applying more pressure on her sides, sliding up her rib cage, his face pressed tight into her as he kneels on the ground between her feet.
taking someones strap on virginity
i love using my strap on on virgins, its just so much fun to watch the fear and the excitment on a guys face, or the expectation on a girls, lol i do love that look, i wonder if thats how i look when a guy takes me.... but anyway what i wonder is how do guys fantasise about the first time a woman fucks them with a strap on?
i just wondered so i can maybe add stuff to the experience...if not i shall continue to do it exactly as i have been...which is any way i please ;)
hmmm.... ive done it with the guy in restraints with him free but pressed into the sofa gagged and watching his eyes had him take control and we fucked every which way we could .....there must be other ways to try ;)
i just wondered so i can maybe add stuff to the experience...if not i shall continue to do it exactly as i have been...which is any way i please ;)
hmmm.... ive done it with the guy in restraints with him free but pressed into the sofa gagged and watching his eyes had him take control and we fucked every which way we could .....there must be other ways to try ;)
i ran a blade along my skin tonight..
feeling the cold sharpness warm from contact with my wrists...the skin paper thin, veins hot against the cold. not to slit them...but to feel the possibilities...running the tip up my forearm...trailing a line of fire in its wake.
..finally the most delicious feeling of all...the sharpness against my lips, imagining the bite as it splits my bottom lip, feeling the power, and control, even over my own base desires.
..finally the most delicious feeling of all...the sharpness against my lips, imagining the bite as it splits my bottom lip, feeling the power, and control, even over my own base desires.
Tuesday 1 March 2011
forgive me father for i have sinned...
last week i placed a rope around a mans neck and bound his hands behind his back in order for him to be in a suitable state of mind in order to worship my body and indulge in teasing of the flesh...i had him lie over my lap and i punished him till i left hand prints in his skin. afterwards we indulged in carnal sex before i allowed him to spread his seed over my naked ass before licking it clean.
and a little time before that i encouraged lust in another fine young man...i wore revealing clothing, a short skirt and stockings, i sat in such a way the stocking top and suspenders were clearly visable. i did this in the hope of entising him into my bed where we had sex and much lustful pleasure.
i have entised and cajoled men into doing things which both disgusted and engineered lustful feelings. i used my power over them to tease and torment into things both painful and humilating, causing tears and tantrums while i looked on a smile on my lips. they hae drunk their own urine or put out cigerttes on their bodies all for the pleasure of calling me mistress...and i have loved every grimace and scream and loved every begging denial and the inevitability of it. though i confess the fact they get hard from the very task they fight againgst also brings much pleasure.
i once kept a young man captive for the night, demanding he please me with his tongue and fingers. after hours of forcing him to serve and deliver pleasure and many orgasms i allowed him the joy of cumming for my amusement over my wriggling toes and laughed as i made him lick them clean, making even the reward a humilating task.
and a little time before that i encouraged lust in another fine young man...i wore revealing clothing, a short skirt and stockings, i sat in such a way the stocking top and suspenders were clearly visable. i did this in the hope of entising him into my bed where we had sex and much lustful pleasure.
i have entised and cajoled men into doing things which both disgusted and engineered lustful feelings. i used my power over them to tease and torment into things both painful and humilating, causing tears and tantrums while i looked on a smile on my lips. they hae drunk their own urine or put out cigerttes on their bodies all for the pleasure of calling me mistress...and i have loved every grimace and scream and loved every begging denial and the inevitability of it. though i confess the fact they get hard from the very task they fight againgst also brings much pleasure.
i once kept a young man captive for the night, demanding he please me with his tongue and fingers. after hours of forcing him to serve and deliver pleasure and many orgasms i allowed him the joy of cumming for my amusement over my wriggling toes and laughed as i made him lick them clean, making even the reward a humilating task.
story
He walked to the door, seeing it ajar and pushed it open, stepping inside and closing it behind him.
Looking into the room opposite he saw her kneeling on the bed, facing away but watching him in the mirror, eyes meeting his, lips parted, smiling.
Walking forward he traces a hand over her bum, toying with a suspenders strap while he kneels behind, rubbing himself against her, keeping eye contact in the mirror, smoothing a hand possessively over the naked skin on show.
Smiling at the approving noise coming from her lips, looking at the image they make. Him fully dressed, her in much less, stockings dark on her legs, skirt pulled high on her bum and thin vest showing her tattooed back, long hair hanging down, hiding her cleavage and face as she ducks her head, arching her back and pushing against him.
Moving back he places both hands on her cheeks and starts to kiss the visable flesh, biting and swiring his tongue on her skin. Slowly getting closer to the hole and then teasingly moving away. Slipping one hand under her he finds her wet and hot, fingers start to tease as his tongue licks delicately at her, before entering.
Pushing back against him, feeling his tongue in her, his teeth biting at her, his fingers making her wetter, she moans, trembling, causing him to grip her tighter with the free hand, moving it to grip her hip, pulling her back further onto his tongue, which is slowly fucking her arse, flicking in and out, matching his teasing fingers.
tbc...
Looking into the room opposite he saw her kneeling on the bed, facing away but watching him in the mirror, eyes meeting his, lips parted, smiling.
Walking forward he traces a hand over her bum, toying with a suspenders strap while he kneels behind, rubbing himself against her, keeping eye contact in the mirror, smoothing a hand possessively over the naked skin on show.
Smiling at the approving noise coming from her lips, looking at the image they make. Him fully dressed, her in much less, stockings dark on her legs, skirt pulled high on her bum and thin vest showing her tattooed back, long hair hanging down, hiding her cleavage and face as she ducks her head, arching her back and pushing against him.
Moving back he places both hands on her cheeks and starts to kiss the visable flesh, biting and swiring his tongue on her skin. Slowly getting closer to the hole and then teasingly moving away. Slipping one hand under her he finds her wet and hot, fingers start to tease as his tongue licks delicately at her, before entering.
Pushing back against him, feeling his tongue in her, his teeth biting at her, his fingers making her wetter, she moans, trembling, causing him to grip her tighter with the free hand, moving it to grip her hip, pulling her back further onto his tongue, which is slowly fucking her arse, flicking in and out, matching his teasing fingers.
tbc...
control
The exercise was one of control, we both knew that I had control over his pain and pleasure, but this time was about serving and giving. Instead of me giving him pain, giving him sub space, it was about him giving back to me, and it was made clear that I wouldn’t push his play limits or allow him release, no matter how often he begged and pleaded for sexual contact.
Normally there is no lack of sensations for him to feel, my nails, teeth and fists are quick to mark and abuse...after all, he is mine to torment, torture or please as my mood takes me. Often he reminds me that he is mine, his cock, his body, and he is there to please me in whichever way I see fit so this time I chose to explore another side of that.
I gave him his instructions before he arrived, so that when he got here he was impatient for things to start, and more than once mentioned the massage I had demanded from him, but I made him wait, past experience told me to get mundane things like dinner out of the way first.
Its funny, making him wait is becoming one of my favourite teases, he squirms and huffs like a child who has been told no sweets till after dinner. Though in this case that’s exactly what I had told him, he would get to serve me after we had eaten.
Before dinner though he was curled in a heap, content to just be in my presence and I to have him there, and there is a phrase that gets repeated often by him and he loves to remind me that its true and that curling up at my feet or kneeling there is the basis of it.
Eventually his impatience was rewarded and it was my turn to become a limp contented creature, happy and sleepy and beyond relaxed, falling asleep with him curled around me, nuzzling my neck after he had finished rubbing oils into my skin.
Normally there is no lack of sensations for him to feel, my nails, teeth and fists are quick to mark and abuse...after all, he is mine to torment, torture or please as my mood takes me. Often he reminds me that he is mine, his cock, his body, and he is there to please me in whichever way I see fit so this time I chose to explore another side of that.
I gave him his instructions before he arrived, so that when he got here he was impatient for things to start, and more than once mentioned the massage I had demanded from him, but I made him wait, past experience told me to get mundane things like dinner out of the way first.
Its funny, making him wait is becoming one of my favourite teases, he squirms and huffs like a child who has been told no sweets till after dinner. Though in this case that’s exactly what I had told him, he would get to serve me after we had eaten.
Before dinner though he was curled in a heap, content to just be in my presence and I to have him there, and there is a phrase that gets repeated often by him and he loves to remind me that its true and that curling up at my feet or kneeling there is the basis of it.
Eventually his impatience was rewarded and it was my turn to become a limp contented creature, happy and sleepy and beyond relaxed, falling asleep with him curled around me, nuzzling my neck after he had finished rubbing oils into my skin.
just some erotica
The lights were dim, the air cool on naked skin. Shadows danced as candle flames flickered in the passing draft as someone walked up behind him. Cold iron kept his hands stretched high above his head, and were he to lean forward he could rest his flushed forehead on the cool wall that he was manacled to.
Finger nails drew gentle seductive patterns on skin already hot from being flogged and he knew that the gentleness was just the beginning. Training had his muscles tightening in preparation for what was likely to come. He knew the gentle teasing wouldn't last long. As the warmth of a hand smoothed welted skin in a possessive manner, the pressure of the nails increased and he drew in a breath aching for the torment to end and the seductive sadistic games to renew.
He felt the butterfly soft press of his Mistresses lips against his left shoulder blade and smiled. She was pleased with him. The butterfly caresses changed to that of a vipers strike as without any
warning save that he knew Her She bit down. Stroking Her hands over his rib cage and down his chest to his belly She pressed Her clothed body against his back.
Her face pressed into the curve of his shoulder and neck, her clothing stinging his marked back She asks if he would like the game to progress? Nails scoring the skin around his belling button in swirling patterns of fire She already knows his answer.
Carefully pouring a warmed and sweet smelling oil into Her hands She begins to massage and coat the tense muscles of his back. Lines of fire burn patterns over his skin as Her oiled hands lovingly follow the welts already inflicted.
Almost unwillingly he begins to relax under Her skilled ministrations. The tension in his shoulders easing as the warm oil sinks in, the burning sensation heating up his blood as Her hands move low to follow the curve of his as yet unmarked arse cheeks.
He shifts restlessly, widening his stance to give more access to the slick fingers teasing his inner thighs. Lulled he let's out a sigh as a single finger works higher until with a loud crack he feels the bite of leather and pain blossoms over his rear.
With a laugh his Mistress steps back and begins to work him over with the soft leather paddle. Never pausing till She can feel the heat radiating from his punished body. She replaces the toy in the chest by the wall and places Her hands in a bowl of ice water, the pewter bowl kept on a table by the carved wooden bed. Allowing the chill from the water and ice to leach the warmth from Her skin She walks back to Her still arrogant play thing chained to the far wall.
Placing both cold hands against the hot skin of his neck She sweeps downwards as he shudders and gasps at the chill touch. The heat of his disciplining burns against Her cold hands and Her body hums with the thrill of possession as her gaze takes in the form before Her.
Stooping She picks up some ankle cuffs and as he watches from his position facing the wall, arms aching from the prolonged position chained above his head She buckles them around him.
As She moves from one leg to the other golden hair brushes against him and he feels pride that he belongs to Her and also dark amusement knowing that he is nowhere near ready to submit completely to her whims yet that evening. She would have to work harder than She had so far before that moment when She owned him body and soul. That moment when he breathed as She did, when he was more attuned to Her feelings and wants than his own and that point when he would allow Her to do anything and that his trust in Her was absolute.
Tapping against his left leg She signals him to stand with his feet together. No words are needed while they go through such familiar rituals. Running a short length of rope between the cuffs She hobbles him while still allowing movement.
Standing She steps to his right side and stretching on her tip toes reaches up to free his wrist. Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance She realeaces the buckle allowing him to lower his arm for the first time in nearly an hour.
Lowering his arm, shoulder burning as the blood flow changes he strokes his hand down over Her golden mane and down Her back before resting it at the base of her spine with a possissiveness that She acknolwedges with a raised eyebrow and a silt tilting of Her lips in response to this bold move. Seeing the smile he leans down and steals a kiss knowing that he will pay for his boldness later but uncaring.
Softly he bites down on Her lower lip before sliding the tip of his tongue over Her closed mouth, silently asking Her permission to deepen the kiss.
She leans into his body, feeling his arm against Her back trembling from the change in possition. Knowing he is hurting from both the beating and the returning circulaton She deepens the kiss. Opening Her mouth their tongues duel as he slides his free hand along the PVC clad curve of Her hip. She reaches up without breaking contact and frees his other wrist.
The mirror across the room captures their entwined image. Her in black, booted heels lifted off the floor as she stretches up to press against him. Naked flesh, sheened with sweat and oil a pale contrast to the PVC as with a shaking hand he slowly draws his fingers through golden hair and sinks to his knees, breaking the kiss but his lips never leaving Her lush body.
Kneeling at his Goddesses feet, hobbled feet tucked beneath him he slowly draws his aching hands down her leather clad calves. Mumouring endearments he lays a trail of kisses down one booted foot before sitting back on his heals and looking at Her expectantly.
Bending down She softly kisses his forehead while running one hand through his hair, clenching Her fist to tug cruely, forcing his head up as She straightens.
"Any ideas on what games to play tonight My sweet one?" She asks. Tension running through Her body as She looks down at him. Antisipatation makes Her voice husky, Her breath catching and She clears her throat. With a knowing laugh and a wicked smile he leans forwards and places an open mouthed kiss against her soft PVC covered belly, forcing the grip on his hair to tighten painfully. "Anything that pleases You my Lady. However You choose to torment me I'm sure will be more than adiquate." Looking up at Her with a teasing smile, admiring Her full breasts, straining the PVC just inches from his face he feels his desire grow. He hopes the night takes a sexual turn and while he loves serving Her he silently prays She won't choose to put him into a chastity device.
Noticing the way his breath has quickened and his eyes, already dark have darkened further She realizes he has got caught in a trap of his own making. Teasing Her desires has awakened his own sexual needs. Though his use of adiquate makes her frown slightly disliking the notion that he may consider there play mundane. Remembering his begging of just a few nights ago though She realizes he is just teasing, that he considers nothing about her mundane.
Smiling broadly She slowly steps backwards towards the bed. Hand still fisted in his hair She forces him to shuffel towards, clumsy with his hobbled feet and the tiles hard against his knees.
Reaching the side of the bed She stops and realeases his hair and indicates he should climb on the bed. As he rises and sits on the bed, dark red sheets cool beneath him She nudges him till he is in the centre of the wide matress.
Sitting up he watches as She ties a second peice of rope to the one hobbling him and after knotting it secures it to the base of the bedframe. Allowing enough slack to enable him to bend or straighten his knees but not move from the centre of the bed. Turning back towards him She climbs onto the bed, short skirt riding high on Her thighs as She straddles his lap. Sitting up, hands braced at his sides he shudders as he feels a combination of skin, stockings and PVC brush against his rising erection.
Moving against him She smiles at the evidence of his excitement. Placing both hands against his chest She pushes against him "on your back and look at the ceiling" She demands.
After he has fallen back She crawls off him and up the bed, reaching into one of the draws in a table by the bed removes some more rope, a leather collar and a strip of black silk.
Picking up a pillow covered in soft lamb skin She places it under his head, "comfortable?" She asks. "Yes Lady" he replies still looking at the ceiling. "Good" She purrs looking down at him before taking up the collar and buckling it tightly around his throat and securing it on a short amount of rope to the headbord. Adjusting it all till the buckle is at the back, a D ring at the front and the rope runs under his head. "Still comfortable?" She mocks as he moves against the rope and soft fur.
"A little less so now my Misress" he replies. Neck arching as he shifts slightly, looking for the position that feels most comfortable to him.
Twisting and reaching down She pulls from under the bed a battered brown leather satual. Turning his head slightly he looks out of the corner of his eye as She places it next to his left side, the
scarred leather looking out of place on the expensive bedding. A quiver of excitment tightens his stomach, and a ripple moves through faint scars dotting the flesh below his belly button, so small and faint yet still visible against the darker skin. Seeing this She delivers a stinging slap to his chest, a faint hand imprint forming over his right nipple.
"I told you to look at the ceiling" She says, a warning note in Her voice. "You will spoil the surprise and where is the fun in that?" His lips twist slightly at the sharp unexpected pain, Her tone of voice and the strengh of the smack convince him that She is no longer in such a playful mood. Taking heed of the warning, knowing from experience She only gives the one he breathes slowly, settling deeper into the bed and preparing himself for whatever She decides to inflict.
Kneeling next to him She runs her gaze from his tousled hair, a darker blonde than her own, sticking up in places and damp with sweat, over his beloved face, pausing on his mouth before sweeping it down his body. Noting his hands, one resting lightly on the covers the other on the top of his right thigh, a healing bruise, the shape of a stelito heel just visiable under his thumb. His partial erection catches Her attention as She looks down the length of his long legs, visually checking the ropes that tie his feet inplace. Satisfied She turns back to him, and leaning down places a feirce kiss on his lips before straddling his head.
Knees brushing against his shoulders, soft fur against Her thighs as She holds Herself above him, allowing him to see the damp pink lace that only partly hides Her from his gaze. Smoothing Her palms over his upper arms She tells him to give Her his hands. Breathing in Her spicy sent he raises his arms, groaning as She places his hands under her skirt against the soft flesh of her arse. His fingers play over the lace he can feel as he lifts his head and places a hard, open mouthed kiss against her heat, making the damp lace wet as he tastes Her.
Settling Her knees more firmly into the matress She teases him, rubbing the lace over his face, scratching nails of one hand down his chest, leaving livid red marks and leaning over picks up a candle from inside the satual, the outside already distorted with melted wax and places it next to them on the bed. Further searching produces a pin wheel, matches and a purple bag, velvet soft and a splash of colour against the bedding.
She shifts restlessy, breath catching as he uses mouth and fingers to explore the wet lace, both finding their way under the material and rising up slightly she pulls the lace down, stretching it between her knees and across his neck. Rocking slightly, fists gripping the covers beside Her feeling Her belly tighten and heat flush Her skin she pulls away, holding Herself above his mouth but still teased by his slick fingers and his warm hand pressing into her arse cheek.
Taking control of the situation She pulls the hand teasing Her away and reaching down picks up the candle and places it in his grip and pushes his hand down, forcing his arm out at a right angle to them and repeating the exercise with his other hand She places the pin wheel, edges a dull black, into his care, making him aware of what he holds by running the sharp edges across his palm feeling him flinch against Her inner thighs.
The mirror across the room catches their reflection in flickering candle light. Him naked and crucified on the bed, welts and brusing darkening his tanned flesh, Her a pale Goddess encased in shiny black, golden hair a soft contrast to the harsh reality of the breath play her curves will enforce.
Finger nails drew gentle seductive patterns on skin already hot from being flogged and he knew that the gentleness was just the beginning. Training had his muscles tightening in preparation for what was likely to come. He knew the gentle teasing wouldn't last long. As the warmth of a hand smoothed welted skin in a possessive manner, the pressure of the nails increased and he drew in a breath aching for the torment to end and the seductive sadistic games to renew.
He felt the butterfly soft press of his Mistresses lips against his left shoulder blade and smiled. She was pleased with him. The butterfly caresses changed to that of a vipers strike as without any
warning save that he knew Her She bit down. Stroking Her hands over his rib cage and down his chest to his belly She pressed Her clothed body against his back.
Her face pressed into the curve of his shoulder and neck, her clothing stinging his marked back She asks if he would like the game to progress? Nails scoring the skin around his belling button in swirling patterns of fire She already knows his answer.
Carefully pouring a warmed and sweet smelling oil into Her hands She begins to massage and coat the tense muscles of his back. Lines of fire burn patterns over his skin as Her oiled hands lovingly follow the welts already inflicted.
Almost unwillingly he begins to relax under Her skilled ministrations. The tension in his shoulders easing as the warm oil sinks in, the burning sensation heating up his blood as Her hands move low to follow the curve of his as yet unmarked arse cheeks.
He shifts restlessly, widening his stance to give more access to the slick fingers teasing his inner thighs. Lulled he let's out a sigh as a single finger works higher until with a loud crack he feels the bite of leather and pain blossoms over his rear.
With a laugh his Mistress steps back and begins to work him over with the soft leather paddle. Never pausing till She can feel the heat radiating from his punished body. She replaces the toy in the chest by the wall and places Her hands in a bowl of ice water, the pewter bowl kept on a table by the carved wooden bed. Allowing the chill from the water and ice to leach the warmth from Her skin She walks back to Her still arrogant play thing chained to the far wall.
Placing both cold hands against the hot skin of his neck She sweeps downwards as he shudders and gasps at the chill touch. The heat of his disciplining burns against Her cold hands and Her body hums with the thrill of possession as her gaze takes in the form before Her.
Stooping She picks up some ankle cuffs and as he watches from his position facing the wall, arms aching from the prolonged position chained above his head She buckles them around him.
As She moves from one leg to the other golden hair brushes against him and he feels pride that he belongs to Her and also dark amusement knowing that he is nowhere near ready to submit completely to her whims yet that evening. She would have to work harder than She had so far before that moment when She owned him body and soul. That moment when he breathed as She did, when he was more attuned to Her feelings and wants than his own and that point when he would allow Her to do anything and that his trust in Her was absolute.
Tapping against his left leg She signals him to stand with his feet together. No words are needed while they go through such familiar rituals. Running a short length of rope between the cuffs She hobbles him while still allowing movement.
Standing She steps to his right side and stretching on her tip toes reaches up to free his wrist. Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance She realeaces the buckle allowing him to lower his arm for the first time in nearly an hour.
Lowering his arm, shoulder burning as the blood flow changes he strokes his hand down over Her golden mane and down Her back before resting it at the base of her spine with a possissiveness that She acknolwedges with a raised eyebrow and a silt tilting of Her lips in response to this bold move. Seeing the smile he leans down and steals a kiss knowing that he will pay for his boldness later but uncaring.
Softly he bites down on Her lower lip before sliding the tip of his tongue over Her closed mouth, silently asking Her permission to deepen the kiss.
She leans into his body, feeling his arm against Her back trembling from the change in possition. Knowing he is hurting from both the beating and the returning circulaton She deepens the kiss. Opening Her mouth their tongues duel as he slides his free hand along the PVC clad curve of Her hip. She reaches up without breaking contact and frees his other wrist.
The mirror across the room captures their entwined image. Her in black, booted heels lifted off the floor as she stretches up to press against him. Naked flesh, sheened with sweat and oil a pale contrast to the PVC as with a shaking hand he slowly draws his fingers through golden hair and sinks to his knees, breaking the kiss but his lips never leaving Her lush body.
Kneeling at his Goddesses feet, hobbled feet tucked beneath him he slowly draws his aching hands down her leather clad calves. Mumouring endearments he lays a trail of kisses down one booted foot before sitting back on his heals and looking at Her expectantly.
Bending down She softly kisses his forehead while running one hand through his hair, clenching Her fist to tug cruely, forcing his head up as She straightens.
"Any ideas on what games to play tonight My sweet one?" She asks. Tension running through Her body as She looks down at him. Antisipatation makes Her voice husky, Her breath catching and She clears her throat. With a knowing laugh and a wicked smile he leans forwards and places an open mouthed kiss against her soft PVC covered belly, forcing the grip on his hair to tighten painfully. "Anything that pleases You my Lady. However You choose to torment me I'm sure will be more than adiquate." Looking up at Her with a teasing smile, admiring Her full breasts, straining the PVC just inches from his face he feels his desire grow. He hopes the night takes a sexual turn and while he loves serving Her he silently prays She won't choose to put him into a chastity device.
Noticing the way his breath has quickened and his eyes, already dark have darkened further She realizes he has got caught in a trap of his own making. Teasing Her desires has awakened his own sexual needs. Though his use of adiquate makes her frown slightly disliking the notion that he may consider there play mundane. Remembering his begging of just a few nights ago though She realizes he is just teasing, that he considers nothing about her mundane.
Smiling broadly She slowly steps backwards towards the bed. Hand still fisted in his hair She forces him to shuffel towards, clumsy with his hobbled feet and the tiles hard against his knees.
Reaching the side of the bed She stops and realeases his hair and indicates he should climb on the bed. As he rises and sits on the bed, dark red sheets cool beneath him She nudges him till he is in the centre of the wide matress.
Sitting up he watches as She ties a second peice of rope to the one hobbling him and after knotting it secures it to the base of the bedframe. Allowing enough slack to enable him to bend or straighten his knees but not move from the centre of the bed. Turning back towards him She climbs onto the bed, short skirt riding high on Her thighs as She straddles his lap. Sitting up, hands braced at his sides he shudders as he feels a combination of skin, stockings and PVC brush against his rising erection.
Moving against him She smiles at the evidence of his excitement. Placing both hands against his chest She pushes against him "on your back and look at the ceiling" She demands.
After he has fallen back She crawls off him and up the bed, reaching into one of the draws in a table by the bed removes some more rope, a leather collar and a strip of black silk.
Picking up a pillow covered in soft lamb skin She places it under his head, "comfortable?" She asks. "Yes Lady" he replies still looking at the ceiling. "Good" She purrs looking down at him before taking up the collar and buckling it tightly around his throat and securing it on a short amount of rope to the headbord. Adjusting it all till the buckle is at the back, a D ring at the front and the rope runs under his head. "Still comfortable?" She mocks as he moves against the rope and soft fur.
"A little less so now my Misress" he replies. Neck arching as he shifts slightly, looking for the position that feels most comfortable to him.
Twisting and reaching down She pulls from under the bed a battered brown leather satual. Turning his head slightly he looks out of the corner of his eye as She places it next to his left side, the
scarred leather looking out of place on the expensive bedding. A quiver of excitment tightens his stomach, and a ripple moves through faint scars dotting the flesh below his belly button, so small and faint yet still visible against the darker skin. Seeing this She delivers a stinging slap to his chest, a faint hand imprint forming over his right nipple.
"I told you to look at the ceiling" She says, a warning note in Her voice. "You will spoil the surprise and where is the fun in that?" His lips twist slightly at the sharp unexpected pain, Her tone of voice and the strengh of the smack convince him that She is no longer in such a playful mood. Taking heed of the warning, knowing from experience She only gives the one he breathes slowly, settling deeper into the bed and preparing himself for whatever She decides to inflict.
Kneeling next to him She runs her gaze from his tousled hair, a darker blonde than her own, sticking up in places and damp with sweat, over his beloved face, pausing on his mouth before sweeping it down his body. Noting his hands, one resting lightly on the covers the other on the top of his right thigh, a healing bruise, the shape of a stelito heel just visiable under his thumb. His partial erection catches Her attention as She looks down the length of his long legs, visually checking the ropes that tie his feet inplace. Satisfied She turns back to him, and leaning down places a feirce kiss on his lips before straddling his head.
Knees brushing against his shoulders, soft fur against Her thighs as She holds Herself above him, allowing him to see the damp pink lace that only partly hides Her from his gaze. Smoothing Her palms over his upper arms She tells him to give Her his hands. Breathing in Her spicy sent he raises his arms, groaning as She places his hands under her skirt against the soft flesh of her arse. His fingers play over the lace he can feel as he lifts his head and places a hard, open mouthed kiss against her heat, making the damp lace wet as he tastes Her.
Settling Her knees more firmly into the matress She teases him, rubbing the lace over his face, scratching nails of one hand down his chest, leaving livid red marks and leaning over picks up a candle from inside the satual, the outside already distorted with melted wax and places it next to them on the bed. Further searching produces a pin wheel, matches and a purple bag, velvet soft and a splash of colour against the bedding.
She shifts restlessy, breath catching as he uses mouth and fingers to explore the wet lace, both finding their way under the material and rising up slightly she pulls the lace down, stretching it between her knees and across his neck. Rocking slightly, fists gripping the covers beside Her feeling Her belly tighten and heat flush Her skin she pulls away, holding Herself above his mouth but still teased by his slick fingers and his warm hand pressing into her arse cheek.
Taking control of the situation She pulls the hand teasing Her away and reaching down picks up the candle and places it in his grip and pushes his hand down, forcing his arm out at a right angle to them and repeating the exercise with his other hand She places the pin wheel, edges a dull black, into his care, making him aware of what he holds by running the sharp edges across his palm feeling him flinch against Her inner thighs.
The mirror across the room catches their reflection in flickering candle light. Him naked and crucified on the bed, welts and brusing darkening his tanned flesh, Her a pale Goddess encased in shiny black, golden hair a soft contrast to the harsh reality of the breath play her curves will enforce.
A little of what I like
Sometimes i forget what I like, I get lost in all the different pathways bdsm can lead you down. When I started it wasn't about the D/s it was about the curiosity I had for mayhem and pain and how violence made my blood burn and my breath quicken. How the simple act of hurting someone physically pleased me on a basic and primal level. I never thought that would be my first love, I thought I'd be the one in pain instead I found a sadistic streak running through my core tempered by shyness and a sweet nature.
The sweet nature shows itself in my giggles, and the joy I take in playing with a human puppet made of flesh and blood.
Next thing to make me sit up and take notice was breath play, the power, and the feeling of control gave me a taste for Dominance that even now turns me on. Though my first experiments were with plastic bags wrapped tightly around heads I'm just as in lust with manual choking, or wrapping an arm around a throat from behind and pulling a struggling body into me. I love to place my face against them and hear the struggle to breathe and watch them in the mirror start to go limp.
New subs always ask what I like and I like most but I love the basics, the games with an edge of danger and a whole heap of power to add spice.
I know I'm still to nice when I play, one day I'm going to cross that line and I think when I do it will stop being a game that makes me giggle. Not sure I ever want to take it so seriously.
The thing I currently have a fascination with...blood! My next sub will bleed :)
The sweet nature shows itself in my giggles, and the joy I take in playing with a human puppet made of flesh and blood.
Next thing to make me sit up and take notice was breath play, the power, and the feeling of control gave me a taste for Dominance that even now turns me on. Though my first experiments were with plastic bags wrapped tightly around heads I'm just as in lust with manual choking, or wrapping an arm around a throat from behind and pulling a struggling body into me. I love to place my face against them and hear the struggle to breathe and watch them in the mirror start to go limp.
New subs always ask what I like and I like most but I love the basics, the games with an edge of danger and a whole heap of power to add spice.
I know I'm still to nice when I play, one day I'm going to cross that line and I think when I do it will stop being a game that makes me giggle. Not sure I ever want to take it so seriously.
The thing I currently have a fascination with...blood! My next sub will bleed :)
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