Wicked Wednesday 274 -Celebrity – (In Her Own Little World)

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I’d always wanted to know what it was like to be the center of attention. I’d wanted to be a celebrity when I was a child, but instead I became an accountant. I’m very boring by day and you’d never guess that by night I am Master’s kinky little Angel. But I am. And recently, he gave me a chance to be a celebrity if only for a night and only on his terms.

We were hosting a play party and Master very specifically told me I was to be naked, cuffed, and collared all night long. I figured he had plans for me, but what was in store was more than a little surprising. Once everyone had arrived he made me kneel in the center of the room and made his announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, my darling Angel has always wished to be a celebrity and enjoy being the center of attention. For this night and this night only I ask that you help me grant her wish. Touch her, tease her, spank her, fuck her, use her as you will and together we will see her shine in the spotlight.” And with that the lights went dark and I was spotlighted under a single halo. How Master pulled that off without my noticing I don’t know.

The first to approach me was a submissive young woman, Katie, that I’d known for sometime and she played with my nipples and kissed me for a long moment, making me want more. She teased me, taunted me, and generally started to really set the stage for the evening’s events. Katie’s Sir joined in soon as well and he wanted to fuck me while Katie sucked at my tits. Very shortly I found myself with a mouthful of pussy and two cocks, one for each hand and I was loving it. Everyone was focused on me and me alone. I worked hard to bring everyone I could to orgasm and as new bodies replaced others I found myself flipped over doggy styled and fucked, half choked by my collar, a mouth alternately sucking at my clit and licking the cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and this time a cock buried down my throat and fucking my face. Through it all I keep seeing bright flashes of light and I realized that Master must’ve gotten permission from everyone to take photos as that’s exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t joined in the fun yet, but with everyone else fucking, sucking, fisting, and coming in me and on me, I was a bit overwhelmed.

Finally people began to ease away from me as they were satiated by my mouth hands, pussy, and ass. I lay there basking in my glory as Master took several shots of me including some up close ones of my come covered face. Finally he put the camera down, helped me to my feet and draped me over a chair with my ass posed for all to see and began to spank me. His spanks came harder and faster and soon he was taunting me about how I was a celebrity slut and how everyone had enjoyed using me as a pleasure slave. Now that I had my time in the lime light I would thank everyone while he continued to spank me and I trembled for a moment, unable to find words.

Then I just took myself back to pretending I was on stage for winning as imaginary Oscar and the words came to me. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Sirs, Masters, subs, and slaves, I just want to thank you all for giving me such a wonderful evening of debauchery, pleasure, and for a time a bit of notoriety in the form of a celebrated slut just as Master wished me to be tonight. And Master, I can’t (ouch! That spanking was getting harder) forget to thank you for making this all possible and assembling everyone together for such a wonderful evening. I just want to say thank you again to each and everyone of you who was willing to come here and fuck, suck, and be served by this humble servant. Thank you.”

Master abruptly stopped spanking me as the applause began and suddenly someone asked from the back of the small crowd. “Can we have her for round two as well?” I smiled, hoping Master would say yes and let me continue my fantasy and indeed he did, leading to yet another round of being teased tortured, denied orgasms, given orgasms, and being used like a celebrity call girl. It was a hell of an evening and my exhibitionist, submissive self can’t wait to be in the spotlight another time, just for Master so I can be his Angel once more.

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Wicked Wednesday – 267 – Venus in Fur (The Struggle)

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“Tonight will be something different my dear.” He gave a tigerish smile as he tugged the laces of the PVC corset she was wearing just a tiny bit tighter, before zipping her into the matching pair of high heeled boots. “But you are going to be good for me and do as I say, even though I know you won’t like that task at hand. Isn’t that correct?” “Yes, Sir.” He kissed the back of her neck.” You will submit to me differently tonight my love. Because tonight, you will be in charge. No, not of me. Don’t look so horrified. But of a young submissive gentleman of my choosing whose Mistress has agreed to let you borrow him.”

“But…I don’t know how to be in charge, Sir. I don’t want to be in charge. It scares me. And what if I mess up and I break her toy? Then what?” He gave her that same tiger smile from earlier, “Why then you’ll be punished. I have faith in you though that you won’t mess up. You can and will do this, play this role for me.” Together, they headed down the long hallways to the dungeon where she hoped that she could pull this off. As the stepped into the open room she sighed when she realized there was a crowd gathered to watch the scene. Sir heard her sigh, “Oh my dear, did you really think that Mistress Allison and I would allow this to pass without some spectacle? Besides, her Sven is a bad boy and needs to be punished. You, my darling Venus, will give that to him.” “Sir, this must be a joke. Please say it is.” “Not in the slightest. Now go discipline that slave like the Goddess you are. There are all the things you should need set up already.”

Venus took a deep breath and strode through the room, never stopping at the crowd, but simply expecting them to part for her, which they did willingly. She smiled then, getting past her first hurdle of being in charge and her resolve strengthened. She could do this, would do this for Sir and Mistress Allison. Sven was simply an accessory for her to play with at this point. Venus took a deep breath and moved toward the kneeling man. She spotted Allison, currently her equal, and smiled at her, confidently she hoped. The other woman nodded to her, almost encouragingly and Venus took her place in the center of the room.

She looked down at Sven, summoning as much contempt as she could muster, which surprised her as she’d expected to feel solidarity with the collared creature at her feet. “So you’ve been bad and need punished. Is that correct?” Venus’ voice came from a position of authority and she was in awe of herself. She wondered if it showed. Sven nodded his head, “Yes…what may I call you Ma’am?” Venus tilted her head thoughtfully and flashed back to Sir’s words. “You may call me Goddess and tell me why you need to be punished.” “Yes, Goddess. I need to be punished because I challenged Mistress Allison’s authority too many times. She tires of punishing me for it and hopes that a punishment from someone else might settle my wayward tongue. Will you give me that punishment please Goddess?”

Venus did not deign to answer the slave, only moved to reach for a clothespin that was part of a pile nearby. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Sven complied without looking up at her and she grabbed him by the jaw and tilted his head upward so she could clamp the pin to his outstretched tongue. “There. Now you can’t run your mouth at me and if I hear a word from you I’ll add another clothespin.” The pretty redhead gave a devilish smile and let Sven’s head drop back to its place. She felt herself begin to relax a bit and thought about what her Sir would to do to a mouthy submissive. She settled on a crop to start and began to tap him lightly with it on the shoulders and upper back, turning his skin pink. Her hits became harder as she gained confidence and soon she was using the crop to mark him and make fleeting patterns on his reddening skin. As she tired of that she reached for another implement and ordered Sven over the spanking bench, conveniently placed nearby. Automatically his hands reached down to cup his balls and Venus nodded, saluting Mistress Allison with the flogger she held. Allison laughed openly at this. She was enjoying this little show and thought that the clothespin to the tongue was the perfect thing. “I will flog you until I’m satisfied you’ve had enough. Then we’ll see how smart that mouth of yours is feeling.” And Venus brought the flogger down across Sven’s ass repeatedly. Over and over the blows fell and he never moved although from time to time an involuntary noise would escape him. Venus counted in her head; forty solid blows and stopped. She reached around Sven and removed the clothespin from his tongue. “Are you sorry that you were mouthy to your Mistress?” “Yes Goddess.” “Will you do it again?” “No Goddess.” Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” And Venus turned to the crowd. “Ladies and Gentleman, what do you say? Will this slave talk back to his Mistress again?” A chorus of yes’s gave answer and she smiled before stroking his hair. “Looks like you’ll get another go round, slave.”

This time Venus lifted a cane from the choice of implements and stroked it along Sven’s backside, knowing that she’d cane him til he cried out if she could. And she began, letting the cane dance across his skin. It seemed only moments later that Sven cried out and instantly the cane froze in mid-air. Venus dropped to kneel beside him. “Well then, slave, you’ve cried out for what?” “Please Goddess I will be a good obedient slave to my Mistress.” And he wiggled himself off the bench daring to kiss imploringly at Venus’ shiny thigh high boots to show his good intentions. Venus planted a boot in his chest and pushed lightly, forcing him away from her, before turning to address Allison, “Has your slave had enough?” Allison nodded and stepped into the center giving Venus a hug and a murmured, “Good girl. Back to your Sir now.”

Venus replaced the cane and quickly found Sir in the crowd striding to him with confidence that she had done well. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You did well my girl. I knew that you would. How did it feel to be on the other side?” “Insurmountably terrifying at first. I’d rather not make a habit of it. I wanted to just kneel there beside Sven and wait for my punishment as well.” “No punishments for you tonight. You faced your fear and defeated it. You obeyed.”

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Wicked Wednesday 265 – Shopping (Do It Yourself)

They walked into Home Depot and he led the way directly to aisle 15, grinning to himself as she tagged along rather listlessly. He started pulling at rope lengths and looked at her, “What do you think? Several thirty foot lengths, plus some extra just in case.” There was a mischievous gleam in his eye that she couldn’t miss and she nodded slowly. “I think so.” As they moved through the store with their rope they picked up various other things; a wooden dowel or two, a yardstick, some double ended bolt snaps, and several other miscellaneous objects that he thought could prove interesting. She understood the rope, but what was the purpose for everything else he’d bought? She queried him on this and he merely smiled, “You’ll see dear.”

Arriving home he sent her inside to relax and got to work out in the garage. It didn’t take long for him to assemble everything. The spreader bars in two different lengths took no time at all and the wood he’d picked up for the paddle was coming along nicely when she called out. “Hon, do you want lunch?” “I’ll be a bit, go ahead and eat!” He spoke over the noise of the saw and smiled to himself because he knew she was curious about his plans. After finishing up the paddle he made short work of a simple rope flogger he’d seen on one of the many BDSM do-it-yourself websites he’d visited and couldn’t wait to surprise her with some the new toys.

Later that night he blindfolded her as he brought everything inside and then led her to their bedroom where he carefully stripped her clothing from her body, leaving gentle touches and kisses in his wake. He cuffed her wrists and ankles and then went to work. The longer spreader bar was clipped to her ankles and the short one to her wrists. She wouldn’t be touching him or herself tonight. He pulled his raven haired beauty across his lap and smacked her ass with a bare hand. She whimpered softly, “Please hit me again.” and he did, over and over until her pretty heart shaped ass was a delightful shade of red. “Are you ready for more?”

She nodded and he picked up the paddle, he was raining blows upon her ass one after the other, too fast to be counted and her ass started to turn bright red, almost purple in spots and she cried out with each hit. He could feel how wet she was just from being spanked. He put the paddle down, smoothing his hands across her ass and let her relax against him. His fingers traveled further where he could just see the pinkness of her flesh between her legs and he touched her gently, finding her wetness and sucked a finger clean of the taste. She moaned and struggled to part her legs further, wanting more. “Not yet.” He repositioned her on the bed and began to tease her with the rope flogger, dragging it along her skin, using light gentle hits across her upper back and down along her thighs. He let her relax into the feeling and smiled as she began to squirm for him. Her hands and ankles still trapped and her body spread for him, she was helpless and he liked her that way. He flipped her face up on the bed effortlessly, as though she were a doll and leaned down to her for a kiss. “Are you ready for me, little one?” “Oh yes, please…”

He grinned and his finger traced a long her slit, opening her to him, and moving back up to touch her clit, rubbing at it gently and around it slowly, torturing his lovely submissive wife with the promise of orgasms yet to be had. Two fingers delved into her pussy while he taunted her by rubbing just a little to softly for that orgasm to come and he fucked her slowly gently, letting the feelings build higher and higher. After what seemed like forever of him teasing her looked looked at her and fluttered his fingers. Come for me. Now!” And she did, writhing on the bed struggling in her bonds as best she could and lifting her hips up from the bed, her body weight seemingly supported only by the bars he had linked her to. She fell back to the bed with a sigh and grinned at him. “May I have another?” He swatted gently at her dripping pussy causing her to jump and shudder again and looked at her, “Really?” and he swatted her again, landing the strikes firmly across her clit and pussy and she moaned. She felt like she was on fire. His hand moved in a slow pattern never ceasing the slaps and swats except to occasionally lean down and lick and suck at her clit for a moment to increase the sensitivity of her body. Eventually with one final, hard slap she tumbled over the edge and found herself shuddering on the bed, another orgasm wracking her restrained body. He smiled down at her. “Now it’s my turn, little one.”

He released her blindfold and wrists and ankles from the cuffs and rubbed gently at them to make sure she was OK. Then he walked over and pulled her up into his arms for a kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck and she held tightly to him for a long moment before he released her and push he back down on the bed. “I want you to suck me off gorgeous. And I want to watch you swallow my come. You can do that for me, little one.” She grinned eagerly and reached for the snap of his pants and made short work of them so she could get at his cock. Getting up on her hands and knees on the bed, she hungrily sucked him into her mouth humming as she did so. He bucked his hips, having been more than ready for her and knew he wouldn’t last long in her warm, wet mouth. She pulled away with an audible pop and liked his shaft like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around the head. One hand cupped his balls and she gently played with them as she took him fully back into her mouth, relaxing her throat as she did so. She swallowed twice and he could feel the movement gripping at him before she back off just a bit, hollowing her cheeks to suck him hard. His hips were twitching constantly by now and he knew he was going to come soon. She loved sucking him off as much as he loved her doing it and she was damn good at it. As she squeezed his balls gently and again took him into her mouth with a moan he threw his head back, arching his hips into her mouth and shot his come down her throat. She swallowed every last drop happily and pulled away to grin up at him. He smiled at her, “And that wasn’t even everything we bought today.”

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Wicked Wednesday 251 – Necessary – (Punished Princess)

“What. Did. I. Say. Was. Necessary. Princess?” Said “Princess” hung her head shamefully. “That I be dressed and ready to go the moment you got home,” came a small voice. “Instead I arrived to a dilly dallying girl who can’t make up her pretty little mind and therefore we will now be late. That will make it necessary for punishment later.” Master quickly rummaged through Princess’ clothing and tossed garments on the bed or in her general direction depending on the garment. “Get dressed. Now. If you’re not ready in ten minutes I will leave you here and you’ll miss the fun. And you’ll be punished later for two infractions instead of just the one.”

The brunette he addressed quickly became a flurry of motion and started with the thigh high stockings and garter belt that had been tossed her way. She hastily completed her dressing and gave a quick check to her makeup that had been so carefully applied earlier before she lost track of the time. Her wild mane of curls suited the dress that she’d been instructed so recently to wear so she let them be, gave a spritz of her perfume and headed to find him, hoping she had made his time limit. Princess caught up to Master just as he was opening the front door to leave. He stopped and looked her over from head to toe and when his eyes met hers once again she saw the pleasure there. “Good girl. You look lovely, but don’t forget later.” The last half of his sentence was delivered as a warning that she would still be punished and punishment it would be, because although she enjoyed a good fun spanking, this was not going to be fun.

Later that night, after the events of the evening had come to a close, Master drove his Princess home occasionally shooting her wicked little grins that made her spine tingle. They arrived and he looked at her. “Inside. Strip to your stockings, leave the garter belt and shoes on, then meet me downstairs. And be quick.” Princess nearly stumbled in her high heels in her rush to complete her task, but he caught her gently in his arms. “Not so fast love. No injuring yourself now. That’s my job,” he said teasingly. And then he watched her go admiring the way she looked from behind and imagined just how that ass of hers would look later.

When she got downstairs to the basement turned playroom, Master immediately fitted her least favorite collar, a wide posture style that forced her head straight and left her unable to turn and look around. Then she was lead to the spanking bench (her favorite!) where Master got her settled, cuffing her hands together in front before catching up her feet in locking cuffs as well. Princess was getting excited until she felt him place a hand on her ass and lean in to speak very quietly to her, “Remember Princess, this isn’t going to be fun, you had that at the party earlier. Now your pretty little ass is mine.” And his hand came down with a gentle slap, making her gasp.

The gentle slaps gradually became harder strikes as her body warmed under his hand, to the feel of the hits he gave her. Soon enough he moved to a paddle, reddening her flesh further and driving her need higher. He laughed at her squirming and thwacked her harder with the paddle. Princess stilled immediately at that hit and it suddenly sunk into her head that this was not going to be fun, just like his earlier words had implied. She gasped trying to hold as still as possible and take the punishment that she knew her laziness had earned for her.

Princess heard the paddle being put away and then came the soft clink of metal on metal and the whisper of cloth as Master slid his belt from its loops. He gripped just enough of it in his hand to keep the buckle well clear and laid pretty stripes across her ass and the back of her thighs. She was trying not to cry out and failing as she realized the noise she heard was her own voice, wordless and vulnerably raw. This, this was the crux of her punishment and she began to openly cry now, hoping it would end soon. She was certainly feeling repentant from her earlier actions and she knew that the sight of her raw, reddened ass would only inflame Master further. She was a pain slut for him when he wanted to punish her and tonight he did. Princess wondered if he might fuck her, but then she remembered she was being punished. No orgasms would come her way tonight.

And like that the belt stopped and was laid down on a nearby table. Master picked up some lotion and slowly began working it into her skin, his fingers kneading and pinching a bit as he let it soak in and cool her skin a bit. Princess began to visibly relax as he did so and he smiled to himself. He knew she’d be wet and ready if he wanted her, but tonight wasn’t for her. So when he was done with her gorgeous ass, he snapped a few pictures of the view and moved around in front of her releasing his cock from his pants. He wrapped a hand around it and began jerking his cock. “You, Princess, were a naughty girl this afternoon and normally I’d only leave your pretty ass striped, but tonight I think you need a bit more humility to remind you of your place.”

He started into her eyes as he pumped his cock, watching her face, seeing how she tried to lean close enough that she could take him in her mouth, although she knew he was just out of reach. He remembered how she’d looked, all dressed up and all for him, he thought of her so recently spanked ass and looked at the vulnerable face before him, knowing she was his to do with as he please and groaned as her felt his orgasm rise. Princess strained to look down and away from his cock, knowing he would splatter her face and hair with his jizz. Finally just before he came she gave up, closed her eyes and resigned herself to the idea that she would be his come covered and spanked Princess whether she willed it or not. Master called her name and she opened her eyes momentarily to look at him, to see how close he was. As the first hot stream of come erupted from his cock she quickly closed her eyes again feeling it hit her cheeks and then her forehead as he spurted, covering her face with his come.

“Stay there and think about your indiscretion. I’ll be back shortly.” And he walked away to let Princess muse. Within moments he heard her small sobs and gasps and knew she was sorry. He gave her time to cry it all out and returned to her, wiping her face clean and putting his punished Princess to bed.

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If you missed last week’s Wicked Wednesday, you can find it here. The prequel to last week’s post is also here.

Lovingly Forced

Kaitlyn giggled at the feeling of Damian’s fingers trailing along her body. They were both nude and she was stretched out on the bed, her hands bound by a silk scarf. Gradually those tickling fingers became a gentle massage and a pleasant, languorous feeling of being loved and cared for floated across Kaitlyn’s mind. She was utterly relaxed here with him and was willing to wait and see what was going to happen next. He leaned down to give her a kiss then pulled away with a naughty grin. “Don’t get too content, Kait. You never know what I might have in store.”

She shot him a naughty grin of her own and arched an eyebrow, as if to say, try me. And try her he did. Immediately his lips went to her clit and pussy, licking and sucking and nibbling at her most tender parts, making her gasp and squirm beneath his onslaught. Just before she would have come for him, he stopped. Kait let out a frustrated moan and Damian reached up and pinched a nipple. “You’re in for it now.” And once again he descended on her pussy relishing the taste and smell of her. Her hips arched against his face and she wiggled trying to free her hands to pull him closer as he teased and tormented her. Damian simply ceased his movements, once again causing noises of frustration. He became relentless in his onslaught of her dripping cunt stopping every time she reached the brink of her orgasm. Kaitlyn began to beg in earnest to be allowed to come for him. He gave her a wicked little grin and reached for something that she couldn’t quite see.

Suddenly Kait heard a click and almost screamed as the vibrations covered her already excited and sensitive flesh. An orgasms rolled over her and went on and on for what felt like forever as she twitched and spasmed, thrusting against the toy but almost wanting to pull away at the same time. Then the vibrations were gone and she was left aching for more. She groaned softly her body wracked with tiny twitches that she seemed helpless to stop.

Damian smiled down at her. “You did good. Shall we try this again?” This time his fingers did the work, finding her G-spot and rubbing back ad forth in just the way he knew she liked . Kaitlyn gasped and arched her hips, but again Damian stopped just short of allowing her to come. By this point he was growing impatient for his own release but resolved to wait, because forcing Kait into shuddering orgasms was just too much fun.

He started up their little game again, this stroking her clit with his thumb while he fingered her. She tried to relax and settle into just enjoying what she was feeling, but her orgasms were hiding there ready to explode at any given moment. She was jittery and quivering and wanted badly to come for Damian again and again. She wanted him to fuck her senseless and feel him shoot his come inside of her. Instead she just had another explosive orgasm  that made her toes curl as she arched her body off of the bed, wanting still more. She was so sensitive, but was helpless to stop the blitz of orgasms riding her body. Damian leaned  down and kissed her gently. “Such a good girl for me. Taking everything I give to you and giving it back to me. I love you.” She managed to gasp a barely audible response, still writhing on the bed waiting and hoping for more.

Damian unbuckled his pants slowly, ready to give her what he knew she wanted, ready to feel her clench around him, to feel her orgasms as he rode her body. And that was exactly what he was about to do. He grabbed her hips, flipped her over, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. A quick smack to her ass just because it was so lovely her couldn’t help him and his cock slid into her. Kaitlyn moaned at the sudden intrusion and her body began shaking nearly immediately, “Please fuck me.” “Oh  Babygirl, I plan to do exactly that and you’re gonna come for me as many times as you can.”

She pressed her body back against him and moaned again her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. It was Damian’s turn to moan at the sensation and he began to fuck her in earnest, thrusting in and out, some hard or fast or slow  of gentle or rough, varying it so neither of them would come too fast. He was quite enjoying drawing orgasm after orgasm from Kait’s body. He could feel her muscles fluttering around him almost and knew she was about to come again so he thrust hard, driving the head of his cock deep inside her. Sure enough, the orgasm rolled over her and she was gasping for and air and begging for more at the same time. Damian smiled and kissed her back and suddenly all of his thrusts were hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm, forcing it into the next, over and over until he had nothing but himself left to give. He jerked once, twice  and Kaitlyn came again when she felt the hot wetness against filling her body. Slowly she slid don’t the bed and Damian pulled out to cuddle up beside her. “I told you that you’d enjoy your afternoon.”

Hot and Bothered

Aaron gave an evil grin as he finished tying the knots that held Samantha to the bed. He loved seeing her tied up, squirming, and helpless just as much as she loved being that way. A quick double check ensured her bonds were secure at each ankle and wrist and he leaned down to kiss the petite redheaded woman. “Ready, love?”

Sammi nodded her head without saying a word, knowing to be silent until he wanted her to speak. “Good girl, you remembered the rule.” For that another kiss was awarded to her and his fingers tiptoed along her body caressing and teasing the entire way. She arched her body against his touch wanting more than just the teasing but was fully aware that she was going to be teased and teased and teased some more. Apiece of ice appeared, seemingly from nowhere and circled around her already hard nipples. Samantha gasped at the cold and shivered in her bonds. The ice was quickly followed by warm lips which only made her writhe harder. It wove a trail down her body and was followed everywhere by those same lips. Samantha remained obediently silent except for the gasps and other small noises that were allowed.

Slowly the ice melted away and new torments came about. A soft mini suede flogger taken to her breasts. Sharp tiny stings all across the tops of them, along her belly, against her pussy and back up her body leaving just the barest hint of pink on her skin. Sometimes the tips of the flogger just brushed against her, almost tickling and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling at the sensation.

Aaron ran his hands along her warm skin gently and stroked her clit, just once, dipping his fingers lower and holding them up so she could she just how wet she was. “Lovely, my dear. Just lovely. And what should I do with you next…” He stared down at her intently, just watching the movements of her body, the squirming, the straining against her bonds, the way her breath hitched as she once again realized she was at his mercy.

He groaned and knew all he wanted to do was fuck the woman tied to his bed, but first, he grabbed the nipple clamps and gently put them on before tightening the pressure on them to just a hair more than normal. Samantha nodded at him and he smiled, kissing her again, deeply. Then he grabbed her favorite vibrator, placed it against her clit and turned it on before walking out of the room with the admonition, “Don’t you dare come.” He really just needed a moment, or two or three, to gather himself before he just fucked the woman silly. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Aaron walked back into the room, grabbed a dildo and slid it into Samantha’s already soaked pussy. “Remember, no noise and no coming.” He fucked her slowly, with the vibe still buzzing away at her clit as she bucked her hips, arching her body off the bed, trying to take in all the pleasure he was giving her. She begged with her eyes, her body, the shape of her lips and the grind of her hips for him to fuck her. And finally he took the dildo away, moved the vibe from her clit and slipped his cock inside her heated body. They both moaned at the feeling and Sammi’s hips bucked up hard and fast doing her best to fuck him while she was still tied up. Aaron leaned down over her body, pressing against her and whispered, “You may.”

Samantha arched her entire body as hard as she could when the orgasm hit a  high, keening wail escaping from her formerly silent mouth. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as Aaron fucked her feeling her pussy grab and clench at his dick. He ground into her and with a sudden moan of ecstasy, he came with her, their bodies still pressed together, the ropes still reminding her that she wasn’t going anywhere. He smiled at her, kissed her cheek and slid his body down hers before stand up and starting to loosen the ties that bound her. She relaxed as he massaged her wrists and ankles and touched her so gently. Aaron climbed into bed and simply held her. “I love you.”, he murmured into her hair and pulled her closer as she faded into sleep.

Forced and Flogged

Livvy smiled contentedly up at Daniel and squirmed closer to him. They were curled up in bed as was their wont and she had never known the love and trust that she felt with him. The other things that he frequently made her feel weren’t bad either and the couple enjoyed a robust sex life. She leaned over to kiss his cheek and giggled when he turned his head catching her on the lips instead with a tender, gentle kiss that slowly deepened.

Daniel’s grip on the beautiful woman in his arms tightened as he pulled her as close as he possibly could. Their kisses never slowed and his hands traced gentle patterns on her skin, down her back, and across an ass that was built for an occasional spanking. Livvy’s finger twined into her lover’s long honey colored hair, careful not to pull and held him close a soft murmurous sigh escaping her lips. Her blue eyes fluttered open as Danny pulled back and looked down at her with a mischievous smile.

“I have a surprise for you tonight, Poppet. And I know the answer to this question, but I’m going to ask anyway. Do you trust me?” Livvy nodded her head affirmatively, not trusting her voice. She loved it when he called her ‘Poppet’ and she knew that if he was verifying her trust in him that something new and fun was definitely about to happen. She shivered slightly in anticipation and trailed her hands along her body stopping to toy with titanium and opal jewelry that pierced her nipples. They had been a birthday gift from Daniel last year and she never tired of them. Seeing her movements, the man in bed with her leaned down and planted a kiss across one pink nipple and playfully leered at her when she started at the unexpected kiss. He kissed her again sucking her nipple into his mouth, biting down ever so gently, then pulled away, reaching for something.

And Livvy gasped when he set the new nipple clamps against her skin, using the set screws to just barely tighten it. She whimpered, not at the pain, but at the lack thereof. Daniel repeated the process on her other nipple and then smiled wickedly at his girl coming up with a handful of rope, the Hitachi, and a brand new deerskin flogger that he trailed along her stomach watching her body tense as he did so. Deftly he began arranging her body how he wanted using the rope as a harness to hold the magic wand against her clit and somehow managing to bind her wrists at almost the same time. He tightened the nipple clamps ever so slightly, but still not enough.

“Now, you’re going to cum for me and for each orgasm you have I will tighten the clamps and count that towards a strike with the flogger. Are you ready?” His voice was soft and silky smooth. Livvy knew she was in for a hell of a ride tonight. She wiggled her hands testing the bonds behind her back, ground gently against the still silent Hitachi and nodded.

With a quick flick the magic wand rumbled to life on low and immediately Livvy was wetter than before squirming and rubbing determined to get off as many times as she could before he turned it up and really pushed her limits. It took only moments for Livvy to cry out and push her body harder into the deep vibrations.

“One, Poppet,” the clamps got tighter.

She closed her eyes then still writhing and grinding against the delicious torture that was between her legs before she heard a quiet, “Manners, Poppet.” She gasped and hung her head distracted from her pleasure by the knowledge that she had forgotten.

“Thank you, Sir, for the orgasm,” her voice trembled a bit as though she feared he would stop the game then and there as punishment. She fervently hoped he wouldn’t. And he didn’t. He just stood by watching the gorgeous women in front of him buck and grind against her toy, cumming again and again. He could tell that her body was tiring but he wasn’t done with her yet. Each time he had tightened the nipple clamps a fraction of an inch at a time, teasing her with the flogger tails trailing her skin, she would cum for him again.

After enough orgasms that his pretty Poppet lost count (although he hadn’t), he reached out and flipped the switch setting the Hitachi to the higher setting. Livvy cried out and struggled against her bonds trying to get away as she simultaneously couldn’t help working her hips against the oversized vibrator that was tied between her thighs. This time the orgasm hit and rolled and continued in waves so not even Daniel could count them for her. He shrugged and tightened the clamps harder and harder until the series of orgasms broke and she looked up at him red faced and nearly in tears, “How many, Sir?”

Her voice quivered at that last and he looked down at her, petting her hair and whispered, “Twenty-five.” She didn’t know what to make of the number nor was she certain her ass could take twenty-five strikes or that her Daniel had made the number up just to see how she might react. With a sharp motion he shut off the magic wand which left Livvy gasping in relief to catch her breath and then slowly loosened the nipple clamps. The exquisite sensation of blood rushing back into an already sensitive body part set Livvy to moaning as she came again.

“And that makes Twenty-six my dear,” He laughed softly and helped her turn over, undo her hands so they would be clear of that luscious ass of hers and ran the flogger down her back watching her shiver. His arm raised and the first hit echoed through the room. It was hard, but it was almost enough. “Sir, will you add more strikes if I orgasm from the flogging?”

“No, Dearest, not tonight. Another time perhaps.”

She smiled into the bed relieved a bit and tried to stay relaxed enough to handle what he was dishing out. Slowly, inexorably the strikes came down, gradually getting harder and harder. Livvy gasped at the tenth hit and cried out by fifteen.

“Eleven more. You’re being such a good girl.” She sighed happily at his words and resolved to take the last half of her flogging with as much grace as she could muster. And no tears. His goal wasn’t ever to make her cry, although it happened sometimes and he understood. Five hits came quickly raining down so fast Livvy was hard pressed to stay still. She felt his hands rubbing her ass then and could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “So nice and red and striped my love. I’ll have to take a picture for you.”

The last six strikes were slow and measured, very hard compared to the others and Livvy cried out at each one, resisting the urge to squirm away from him. Yes, they were only playing a game, but she took her role quite seriously and tried to be good for him. When the last strike had fallen and she heard him reaching for the camera she spoke softly.

“Thank you, Sir.”

The camera snapped several times and Daniel pulled Livvy into a kneeling position smiling when she wiggled a bit trying to get comfortable then showed her the pictures of her ass, striped from the flogger and reddened by its kiss. She grinned and then pulled him into her for a kiss. They stretched out together his arms around her and she snuggled close enjoying the buzzy, floaty sensation in her head. And the last thing she heard was his voice, “Good girl.”