Happy Birthday

He gave me a predatory smile as I was getting dressed to go out for my birthday and then fairly purred, “You know, I don’t think you’ve ever received birthday spankings.” “Spankings? For my birthday? What are you talking about?” I was preoccupied with my hair, getting it just so and wasn’t quite ready for it when he grabbed my hips to pull me backwards against him. “Birthday. Spankings. You get one for each year and then one to grow on. But I seem to recall you never having heard of the tradition until it came up in conversation a few weeks ago. So, should I give you a spanking for your birthday?”

I blushed cherry red and giggled. “I don’t know. I mean, what if I hate spankings after all?” “Then we don’t do it again. But I think that twenty five plus one to grow on should give you an idea about whether or not you like it..” He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my mound, squeezing gently, before slipping a finger beneath the elastic to stroke the smoothness of my already moistening cunt. “Hmm, I think you want a spanking. I can feel you getting wet already for me.” And he pulled me across the room, bending me over the bed. I turned to look at him and he gave me a smile. “Nothing too hard, just a little sting. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, wondering what had gotten into me and then my skirt was flipped up and my panties slowly pulled down to reveal what I thought was a nice ass. He confirmed it for me with a quick grab at both cheeks before I watched him pull his hand back for the first strike. But I didn’t want to watch him hit me. I turned away and arched my back, pushing my ass towards him and I heard the smile in his voice, “Good girl.”

Suddenly his hand came down across both cheeks and he was right it was just a little sting. That was one. Two and three followed with the same measured precision and my body began to relax into it. Maybe my brain didn’t know what it wanted, but the rest of me seemed to. I silently counted the stinging swats in my head and I noticed as he paused at fifteen to check on me. All I could do was nod that I was OK and felt his fingers probe at my cunt that was, by now, dripping wet with desire. “Lovely,” he whispered and the spanking resumed.

My last eleven hits were not as a measured as the first half of my spanking, but came down hard and fast and I could hear his breathing change as he spanked me. I knew he had to be rock hard and I knew I wanted him to fuck me with a freshly spanked ass. Instead as he wrapped up my spanking he leaned down to brush soft kisses along my stinging cheeks, before suddenly running his tongue along my slit gathering my wetness and savoring the taste of it.

He knelt behind me and buried his face against me. I pushed back trying to give him easy access to my cunt, so he could taste it, so I could come on his face, so maybe he would fuck me next. I was grateful for the bed to lean against as my legs began to shake and muscles began to spasm. I cried out, trembling as my orgasm gushed all over his face. Then I heard a belt being undone and his cock was buried inside me. I moaned with delight and squirmed against him, feeling every inch. His strong hands kneaded at my ass and the sting intensified a little when he did. The feeling made me moan again and he leaned forward. “You liked that didn’t you? Having your ass spanked and now your juicy cunt getting fucked. Tell me!”

His words made me shudder and I nodded in agreement with him. A sharp smack came down across my ass. “Use your words.” “Yes, I like it when you spanked my ass. Please fuck me! Please!” I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted to orgasm with him inside of me. “I should keep spanking your ass while I fuck you. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes I would.”

And he found a rhythm that lined up a hard spank, harder than before at least, with every thrust. My face was buried in the bed as I moaned loudly and thrust myself back against him. As his movements became gradually more erratic so did the spanking and I never knew when he’d hit me again. I felt him steady himself with one hand tight on my hip and the other still swatting my ass while he slammed his cock in and out of me. Out of nowhere came a particularly hard hit and I nearly screamed as the orgasm that hit me, lifted me onto my toes and left me breathless. He hit me again just as hard repeatedly and it felt like I wasn’t ever going to stop coming. My muscles twitched and sucked at his cock and I heard him grunt, then felt both hands at my hips as he pounded into me, looking for the release he needed. “That’s it. Let me fuck you. Let me fill you with my come.”

His words made me twitch and he groaned. “Do it again. Come while I fuck you. Let me feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” I swore and began to move again, his words reigniting the fire that he’d only just put out. I fucked him back clenching and squeezing at him and felt another orgasm growing. I growled, “Harder.” And he responded by tightening his grip to the point where I’d feel it the next day and fucked me as hard as he could. I fairly howled with pleasure as I orgasmed for him again, as I felt his come fill me up, hearing him groan in release.

My hair forgotten I collapsed fully against the bed as he leaned forward to kiss my back. I lifted my head, turning to give him a naughty smile and as he pulled away he slapped my ass one last time. “I think you like getting spanked. And I know I like spanking you. You should see how red your sexy ass is. I’m going to start turning it that color often. Any complaints?” I just shook my head and smiled.

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Use of Force

NOTE: This piece contains scenes of consensual non-consent. If this is not for you, please feel free to skip it altogether. Thanks, Livvy

Alex and Kaleigh had discussed their fantasies before. And they’d tried some of them. Alex wanting to be pegged, Kaleigh wanting to play with forced orgasms, but never had Kaleigh been able to tell him her deepest, darkest fantasy. Admitting to anyone, even your husband that you have these feelings that you want to be taken against your will, by force was difficult for Kaleigh and was made doubly hard because Alex was typically such a gentle soul. She also wanted to try some light BDSM, but wasn’t sure how well that would go over either.

But one night after a few drinks and some extra courage fueled by having spent her day off at home reading and watching porn it all came spilling out. How she wanted to be held down and spanked in some instances, treated like a plaything, and generally used for his pleasure. She smiled as she saw his eyes widen in response to her words. “But that’s not all of it. There’s something else I want; something that I don’t know if you’ll even want to consider.” And the words came pouring out in a fevered rush as Kaleigh remembered one particularly hot scene she’d watched earlier.

“I want to explore consensual non-consent with you.” “Wait, what? Kay, that sounds suspiciously like sexual assault to me.” “Well…yeah, a lot of people see it that way, but it is still done with my consent of the act and my trust is placed in you not to really hurt me. Just like if you gave me a spanking. Hell, the idea of combining those two things is really hot. And it isn’t like I’m saying we have to try it, just that it is something I fantasize about and would try if you were comfortable with it.”

“I mean, imagine for a moment, that I’m home alone, perhaps showering or getting ready for bed and in you come, slipping upstairs so quietly I don’t even know that you’re there. Maybe you’re wearing a mask so I can’t see your face, maybe you’re not. Maybe it is all pretend that we don’t know one another and we don’t need the mask. But you come upon me in a compromising position that allows you to easily take advantage of the state that I’m in. Think for a moment about that’s not really that much different than any other role play in some ways and tell me that you’re not at least a little intrigued.

Kaleigh knew the theatrics of the idea would appeal to Alex’s flair for the dramatic so she hoped he wouldn’t be too freaked out by what she was suggesting. She watched him anxiously, trying to determine his thoughts, but his face was a mask of seriousness as he mulled the idea over. Finally he spoke. “I’m gonna call this one a maybe. I need to think about it some more. But I have one thing to say. If this happens, it won’t be planned or scripted. You won’t know if or when it might happen.” She sighed a sigh of relief and cuddled up next to him. “I was afraid you’d get upset or think I was crazy for wanting something like that.” He kissed her and smiled. “No, dear, you’re not crazy, just a pervert.” They both laughed at his remark and the subject dropped.

Little did Kaleigh know, this was something that Alex was interested in after getting a peek at her Internet history one day and the idea had caught his fancy. He hadn’t been going to bring it up, but since she had he began to scheme and plot, wondering how best to pull it off. He wanted this to be fun for both of them. The idea of a mask was alright, but he wanted her to be able to see him as he did this to her and he thought she would want the secret reassurance of knowing it was him as well. Maybe if they tried it more than once he would don a mask. He worked on being quieter coming into the house when she wasn’t around to see him planning and finally, when he knew all the creaks and groans of the old wooden floors, he knew his ideas would come to fruition. Soon, he thought, soon.

Kaleigh had almost forgotten their conversation and as hot as the non-con consent was she’d moved on to other fantasies, never expecting that one to come true. Sex had been pretty normal for them and they’d settled into a bit of a routine, which was just what Alex wanted before he decided to “break-in” and stir things up a bit. He waited for a good time to pull off this newest fantasy of hers and stumbled across it unknowingly after he had been helping a friend with some work around their house. He was a little dirty and sweaty, wearing old jeans and shoes that he could sneak in, and he knew Kaleigh would’ve spent the afternoon lazing in bed with a book or maybe masturbating with her favorite toys and either of those scenarios seemed perfect to step right into.

Quietly the front door opened and closed and as Alex approached the stairs he heard a soft moan. Oh good, giving her a spanking would tie right into the fun. He moved on silent feet and when he got to the bedroom stood just outside the door watching his wife for a long moment. Her eyes were closed as she fucked herself with her favorite dildo and Alex made his move, striding confidently into the room. He almost wished he’d worn a mask after all. He yanked the dildo from her hand and Kaleigh’s eyes flew open as she gasped with shock and surprise.

“Filthy little bitch! You know I stood there and watched you fuck yourself and now you’re going to be punished for it.” Alex grabbed her by the ankle as she scrambled backwards on the bed, not fast enough to avoid him, and yanked her roughly towards him. His shone darkly and she thought maybe she could see a faint bulge in his pants. Perhaps this was going to be more fun that either of them had imagined. Alex flipped Kaleigh over onto her stomach and smacked her ass hard, then a few more times harder still until there were real tears flowing down her cheeks.

She heard a zipper and found herself yanked into position with her ass in the air and her pussy exposed to Alex’s gaze. His fingers probed none to gently at her. “Look at you. Soaking wet just like a dirty whore. I’m gonna use you like the whore you are.” His cock released from its constraints, he found he wanted this so much and slammed into her as hard as he could, fucking her with just raw force and power while she clung to the bed whimpering. His hands grabbed her hips to hold her still and he listened and watched carefully for any signs of real distress. Seeing none he continued his tirade of telling her what a bad girl she was and how she deserved this as her punishment, as he rode her hard and fast.

Gradually Kaleigh’s whimpers turned into soft moans that she tried to stifle, but Alex heard them all the same. “Look at you. Moaning for a stranger who broke into your house to watch you play with yourself then punish you for doing it. And you like it,” he taunted. Another hard slap across her ass punctuated his words. That sent Kaleigh over the edge and she moaned loudly as she felt her pussy quiver and twitch around Alex’s cock, as fluid gushed down her thighs. “That’s right bitch. Come for me. Do it again. Now.” And before her mind had really processed his words she found herself overcome with a second orgasm that left her shaking.

Alex laughed harshly, pulled his cock out of her and spun her around to face him with one hand, holding his cock with the other. “Suck, bitch.” Kaleigh tentatively learned forward and Alex impatiently grabbed the back of her head, forcing her mouth onto his cock. “I said suck!” She tightened her lips around him and did as she was told, tasting herself and him together and she reached down to play with her clit. Alex swatted her hand away. “No. You’re lucky you got to come at all, slut. It’s my turn now.” And his hips twitched as he held her head still and fucked her face roughly, using her as just a receptacle for his pleasure. His own impending orgasm built higher and higher and finally he jerked himself out of her mouth, wrapped his fist around her cock and growled at her, “Open wide.” A few quick strokes of his cock and he was coming, in her mouth, in her hair, all over her face. When he was done with her he zipped up and shoved her back on the bed. “There you are slut. Hope you liked it.” And before Kaleigh could say a word he was gone and back outside.

She laid on the bed for several long moments that felt like forever. She felt how bruised and sore her pussy was, the heat on her ass and the reminder of his hands on her hips and smiled. Slowly climbing out of bed she walked to the bathroom and started a shower. Just as she stepped under the cool water she heard the front door audibly open and close. “Honey, I’m home!”

Thoughts on Aftercare

Aftercare is an essential part of any type of BDSM whether it is a long drawn out scene or a simple spanking when the kids aren’t home. It makes the end of playtime a much more comforting experience and can be a great time for bonding with your partner(s.) As a submissive I know that being held and loved and being able to slowly drift out of subspace and knowing I’m safe is just an amazing feeling. But to me, even in my own relationship, it feels like aftercare is mostly directed towards the submissive. However if you stop for a moment and think about it, dominants or tops need their own version of aftercare as things can be quite demanding on them as well. The questions to ask though are A) do they get that aftercare and B) how can we improve upon the idea of aftercare for them so they get something out of it?

My partner and I have discussed this particular topic more than once and sometimes the aftercare for them is simply being able to take care of me. That helps them come back to center and feel more settled. But I often wonder if I, as a submissive, am doing enough to help them get there because many times I’m a shaking puddle of happiness, drifting through subspace and that makes it hard for me to do much beyond hold onto them and tell them that I love them. Repeatedly. Maybe that is what they need most in that moment. Sometimes, however, they need some space to put themselves back together and that’s OK too. Usually I get a drink and cuddles and they make sure I’m alright before giving me a blanket and ensuring that I know they won’t be far and I can always call out to them if I need them. That is another thing that works for us. What works for us might not work for you.

On the flip side, perhaps you are the submissive who considers things like getting your dominant a drink and making sure their needs are met could be part of your aftercare too. Perhaps you arrange things before hand to make it easy, which is great for planned things, but harder for more spontaneous play (unless you’re super organized and always keep things ready for when anytime becomes playtime.) However you do it I think that finding a way to take care of a top, just as they take care of a submissive is an important thing in any relationship, no matter how serious or casual things are between the people involved.

Aftercare means different things to different people and it can vary so widely that I don’t want to attempt to guess at what it means for you personally. I do want to suggest that readers take a long look at how they practice aftercare and see if there’s a way things can be different that might allow the dominant person to receive more or better aftercare as it seems to be good for them as well. If they are struggling to be grounded after a scene, what can you do to help them come back to center? Do they need touch and closeness? Do they need space? And lastly, how can you combine the aftercare for a submissive with the aftercare of a dominant in a way that allows the people involved to all get what they need?

Wicked Wednesday 330 – A New Beginning

(Content Warning: This story discusses abuse, mental, emotional, physical and sexual. If this is something you’d prefer to not read I do understand. Keep yourself safe. Love, Livvy)

Brittany hadn’t been involved in a romantic or sexual relationship in years, not since the night her ex-husband left, leaving her beaten and violated in the process. The trauma had been enough to scare her away from any dating, even though there had been a time in her and her husband’s relationship where they had both enjoyed going out together and picking up pretty young women or handsome men. But as they grew older and Frank gained a bit of weight and felt like his wife was more attracted to other men than to him, the abuse started. It was little things at first, she barely noticed. But by the end, every thing was a fucking train wreck for her. She felt that was lucky she got out when she did and was able to start over. But being alone was…well, lonely.

She’d been through therapy and it helped some and she was on medication that was supposed to help the nightmares go away, but it only made her gain weight, which made her laugh bitterly at the irony there. Frank would’ve beat her and probably worse if she’d let herself go while they were together and now that she was free of him, here she was twenty pounds heavier and still terrified to reach out to anyone for anything. Her co-workers had finally given up on trying to make friends with her and the few friends she’d had before the divorce had drifted away afterwards when they couldn’t reach her through the fog of her own mental anguish. As the darkness ascended, her own terror became palpable every single night. Nightmares full of a hell that she relived over and over, of being held down and raped while he slapped her and called her a whore, waking up tied down and being forced to suck his dick until her shot his come across her face and left her there, immobile until he was ready for her again, and those were the tamer nightmares that she had. The mental and emotional hell had been worse because she couldn’t just disassociate herself from the name calling, the fights used against her, the gaslighting; it was all burned into her brain.

Rarely did she go out, except to handle necessities like groceries and other sundries, but when she was out she was constantly on high alert. Even seeing a man that had the same build as Frank was sometimes enough to leave her backing away in fear and hoping it wasn’t him, even though she knew he’d moved away after the divorce. On one of her trips she spotted a man, about her age, who looked nothing like Frank and watched him covertly as they both did their shopping in the small store. She was lonely she admitted to herself, but could she ever be that vulnerable again?

David watched the pretty, plump brunette that was watching him and wondered how to get her number without seeming too forward. He’d noticed her shopping before and she behaved like a frightened animal might if something unexpected crossed its path. He’d noticed it was always certain men who frightened her and he wondered who had hurt her so badly. He shook his head in frustration, knowing that, while, in his eyes, the good outweighed the bad, there was plenty of bad to be afraid of. It made him angry that a man could be so cruel to a woman, to anyone else, but he wasn’t naive enough t think the world was sunshine and roses.

After Brittany realized she’d been caught watching him, she hurried away, quickly finished her shopping and left. But by sheer coincidence they kept finding themselves shopping at the same time. David dared to smile at her and one time she gave him a tremulous smile in return. It was a good sign he thought. Next time he saw her, he posed a question about the best apples to buy and she took a deep breath before telling him that Fuji apples were her favorite. Her voice was so soft and quiet, he could barely hear her. He didn’t know that her heart was pounding so hard she could practically hear it or that he was the first man she’d spoken to outside of her job in longer than perhaps she cared to admit. Her therapist called this progress. Still the nightmares plagued her. She woke in a cold sweat one night, recalling how Frank had forced her to fellate the barrel of a gun that might or might not have been loaded while he jerked off to the scene before him, occasionally threatening to pull the trigger.

Weeks passed and each time David stopped her with a warm smile to say hello she grew less nervous about the tall, auburn haired man with his wire rimmed glasses; she realized she looked forward to seeing him. When he first suggested coffee she nearly turned and ran, but was able to stay calm and before she could think heard herself agreeing to an afternoon coffee date at a nearby cafe. Their relationship progressed slowly, with her setting the pace of things for the most part, although David dared to prod gently now and then, wanting to learn more about her. She indicated that she’d been though a bad divorce, but gave no other details. That alone was enough for David to fill in a few blanks.

After a solid year of coffees and dinners and the occasional trip to the movies, Brittany felt that David truly meant her no harm and she invited him in for a drink one night, wondering if she could handle where things might lead. She didn’t think he would push her to do anything, but there was a residual amount of fear still left in her. They shared a half a bottle of wine, rehashing the movie and talking about whatever came up. Before he left David turned to her, quite seriously, “Brittany, I don’t know what happened in your past or how I can help, but I’d very much like to be part of your future. And I’m going to ask you something I’ve wanted to ask for months. Can I give you a kiss?”

Brittany blinked in surprise; she couldn’t have looked more like a startled rabbit than she did right then and took a deep breath. Stepping closer to David she placed her hands in his and tilted her face to his. “Yes you can.” And their lips met, gently at first, and Brittany had to force back the tiniest feeling of panic. This was David and he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. And slowly the kiss moved from gentle and tender to something a bit hotter, until Brittany pulled away gasping. She took a deep breath to steady herself and David smiled at her. “Goodnight Britt.” And he left her at her front door wanting more and realizing that maybe she could have it after all.

Wicked Wednesday – 319 – Let Your Partner Say No

I’m guessing that some of you read the title of this post and immediately though, “Well duh, Livvy”, but I’m not just talking about giving or removing the idea of enthusiastic consent here, although that’s obviously important as well, even in relationships where there is also implied consent. There is something more to be said for letting your partner say no within a sexual situation (or any situation really.)

Having agency within one’s life, sexual or otherwise is incredibly important and, I feel, incredibly freeing. You’re not obligated to go along with the crowd and it lets you do what you need or want to do both in and out of bed. This is something that I think many people think about too much because going with the flow has always been encouraged, especially, it seems for girls and women. We’re expected to say yes to all kinds of things, even when we want to say no. But back to saying no in a sexual context without specifically removing consent.

Here’s an example of what I mean. Let’s say that my partner wants to try bringing food into the bedroom to play with, but on their own they decide that I wouldn’t like it and therefore they don’t bring the idea up at all because they have essentially already made the choice for me (i.e. assumed I’d say no.) BUT, if my partner comes to me outside of a sexual context and says hey, maybe we should get some edible chocolate and some whipped cream to play with in bed. Suddenly I have agency again and I can decide if it is something I want to do or not. For the record, it would be a no; I’ve heard that the edible chocolate stuff is really gross and I don’t want to be sticky from whipped cream. By not making a choice for me, my partner has given me a choice to say yes or no to that particular act. Notice that I’m not saying no to sex as a whole or to other things, but just to the idea of food in bed. It can be your yum, but it certainly isn’t mine.

The example above is pretty clear and concrete and defines what I mean relatively precisely. And it can be about anything between you and your partner, whether its related to your sex life or not. It’s simply another good way to share your lives together and to communicate in ways that give you both the power to say yes or no to any given thing at any given time. There’s no pressure or expectation that something has to be done, especially when we focus back on sex, and instead it creates an open dialog that might given you more or different or better ideas of things to suggest to your partner.

So, yes it is a form of consent to let your partner say no to something just like any other type of consent that is out there, but in this case it can give them the freedom or permission that they need to say no in other parts of their lives as well because they may feel empowered knowing that they can say no to you, so they can say no to others. Never assume that you’re idea is too kinky or weird or vanilla or whatever and that your partner won’t like it. Just ask them!

 

Honeymoon

Princess Adrienne and her new husband stepped off of the plane and right onto the warm sands of a small private island in the Pacific. Here they would be free to romp, play and enjoy one another to the fullest before having to resume their duties, although Gordon would no longer be expected to work as a guard, but instead appear with the Princess at various functions as well as on his own as a representative of the kingdom. The idea that he would formally be christened an Earl upon their return from the honeymoon somewhat unnerved him; he would certainly be happier if he could just keep being Adrienne’s bodyguard. But he had known exactly what he was getting into marrying his Princess as her father had explained it to him before he asked Adrienne to be his wife.

They settled into the small ocean front bungalow and Adrienne changed into a basic black swimsuit that hid everything it revealed. Gordon just stared at her; he knew he’d never get tired of the woman before him. Before he could change into his own swimsuit Adrienne was gone, walking into the clear blue water. He followed at his leisure just marveling still that she’d said yes. Tonight he’d show her just what that yes had meant.

That evening after a lazy dinner they curled up in the big bed together and just settled, content with one another. Finally Gordon couldn’t resist and turned her to him for a kiss. Adrienne snuggled closer kissing him back, still a little amazed that she was married to this man. They clung together sharing kisses for several moments, almost as if this were all new to them. And then it wasn’t new, but urgent and hungry and Adrienne whimpered at the sudden force of his kisses and his hands on her body. She pressed closer, wanting more of this, of him. And he gave it, hands roaming her bare skin, finding all those sensitive places that she loved to be touched, grabbing at her gorgeous ass, and overloading her body and mind with sensation.

Adrienne giggled when he playfully swatted at her rear end and had the audacity to wiggle it at him. So he popped her again laughingly and they played this game for several more hits before Gordon looked at her. “Kitten, is this your way of asking for a spanking?” She tilted her head for a moment as if in thought and then squirmed again laughing. “Maybe.” Her voice was breathy and soft. “Maybe? I think a maybe is a yes. You haven’t had a good spanking in quite some time have you?” “No Sir.” “Well, let’s change that.”

And Gordon quickly re-positioned her across his lap. She could feel his cock pressing into her belly and wiggled against him. He smacked her ass considerably harder than he had before. “Stay still.” He began to deliver rhythmic slaps to her ass, alternating cheeks and slowly increasing the hardness of his hits. Adrienne wrapped her hands around his leg and tried to stay still, but it got harder with each heavy smack. Finally when her ass was nice and red he stopped and rubbed at the inflamed skin which made Adrienne gasp. Then he trailed his fingers down her ass and between her legs. “Naughty girl. You enjoyed that far too much.” And he teased her body with his fingers watching her try to lift up to meet his touch. “Nope. Not yet Princess.” He moved his hand away and gave her ass one good final smack then pulled helped her to her feet where he motioned for her to turn.

Adrienne moved as he directed and when she came to face him again he was smiling delightedly. “Kitten, you’ve made me a very happy man. But you can make me even happier.” He scooted back up onto the bed, motioning for her to join him and as she reached him, his fingers found themselves tangled in her hair and he gently pushed he face towards his throbbing cock. “Be a good girl Princess.” His voice was slightly rough and she was reminded of that first time he fucked her on the ship. She definitely wanted to be good. Her warm mouth enveloped his cock and her head bobbed up and down slowly for a minute, then she really began to work. Gordon groaned when she sucked hard and had to resist the urge to nearly choke her when she hummed softly. Those vibrations made him want to return the pleasure and his hand left her hair. “Kitten, I have a challenge for you. Turn around and we’ll see who can make the other come first.”

There was some adjusting and giggling, but eventually the couple settled happily into a sixty nine position and Adrienne, determined to win, dove back down on his cock before he could so much as taste her pussy. Gordon pulled her closer to him and began to kiss and lick and nibble at her labia, swirling his tongue against her skin. He was teasing her, trying to make her lose her focus, but he quickly realized that his Princess was too driven to be distracted so easily. So he smiled and kissed her, his tongue tracing sensitive skin before delving lightly inside of her, savoring her sweetness. He licked his own lips and pulled her closer burying his face against her.

Adrienne, for her part, was enjoying his cock like a delightful treat, licking and sucking at it gently and then harder and finally taking him as deep as she could take him into her mouth. Each time she did this she tried for deeper; she was going to deep throat his cock one of these days and she thought if she could focus enough to do it now she might win their little game. Unfortunately, for both of them, they kept getting distracted by the other person’s ministrations and would stop to gasp or moan, to breathe, and to try and control their impending orgasms.

Gradually their self control began to wane and they were bucking and squirming against one another. Every time Adrienne wiggled Gordon would reach around and swat her ass, which made her laugh, which sent delightful vibrations along his cock and made him moan which gave her those same vibrations. But every time Gordon bucked his hips Adrienne relaxed her jaw a little more, letting him slide farther into her mouth before pulling back and sucking hard. She could hear his breath catch every time she did it and could tell he was fighting an orgasm, determined to make her come first. She was right on the edge herself and knew the instant he came she would as well and suddenly, desperately for release she was sucking him for all she was worth. He moaned and catching on to her idea wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. They bumped together awkwardly, but neither one cared as the moment she tasted him in her mouth her own orgasm hit and she covered his face with her come while swallowing his down like a good girl.

Gordon kissed the inside of her thigh and they untangled themselves laughing together about who won. Adrienne was adamant that she’d won and he just laughed and kissed her. His Princess, his Kitten, his wife.

Wicked Wednesday 315 -Trademarked by Sir

Sir and I had discussed this for weeks. It would be a very permanent decision and we wanted to make sure it was something we could both live with, especially if things happened to sour between us (not that either of us see that happening.) I’d read up on procedures and he had studied designs and placements and we shared our knowledge together over supper, laughing and joking about how things would go. I was his little pain slut so who knew how I’d handle that part. He assured me I’d be fine; I was convinced I’d embarrass myself.

Finally after all the talking and figuring out and deciding was done the appointment was booked. Now it was just a waiting game. And that was the worst part. Finally, the day of I made sure I was well hydrated and had eaten and all was in order. We drove to the shop together and in we went. The procedure started out just like any tattoo session did as the design was checked and copied. I was growing more and more nervous. It was a tiny piece though, shouldn’t take long.

The artist disappeared into the back to set up and when they were ready I headed back, bared my left hip, and the design was placed. Sir approved the location and asked the artist not to use any lidocaine. There was a look from the artist to me and I nodded in agreement. “I want to know what this feels like.”

I settled on my side and got as comfortable as I could waiting for things to begin. Sir chatted briefly with the artist and stood watching where he could see my face and watch my reactions. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time they were ready to begin and pulled on a pair of gloves, picked up their instrument and made the first cut. It took a moment before I registered any pain, the scalpel was so sharp and the cut so shallow. Soon I was lying there quietly just absorbing the pain into me, relaxing into it. Even the artist commented and I merely smiled. Sir laughed softly, “Ohhh, she’ll be fine, won’t you my little pain slut?” I blushed at this and nodded. “Yes Sir, I will be. I might enjoy it a bit too much so you’ll have to forgive me…,” I trailed off embarrassing myself. The artist smiled and nodded. “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen things before during other types of work.”

Slowly the outline of a beautiful lily was done and I could look down and see it. At some point my pussy had gone from a little damp to soaked and I was in desperate need of an orgasm. “Now for the fun part. I’ll be making tiny cuts and peeling away tiny amounts of skin to expose the layer beneath. It will hurt more that the outline did. Do you want me to numb it?” I looked to Sir for an answer but he just smiled at me. “Your choice, babygirl. Think you can take it?” “I’ll try.” I nodded my head and laid back. My artist grinned. “Tough cookie. I’ve seen men twice your size cry at tattoos and they couldn’t even handle the thought of this.”

Now the hard work began and the strangeness of my skin being literally peeled away from my body was at once a strange feeling, enough that it drove me wild. Soon I was panting softly and the artist glanced at me, nodded once and then looked at Sir, who was watching me closely. “Babygirl, let it out and then we can continue.” I took one long inhale and my entire body shuddered for a long moment. I never made a sound though and exhaled slowly my eyes closing blissfully. “Thank you Sir.” “Can you be good and still now?” “Yes Sir.” “Shall I numb it now? The process will go faster if I do.” He nodded to the artist, “I think so. Babygirl got what she came for.” And I blushed like there was no tomorrow. After my skin was numb to the sensation I was able to finally relax and I half dozed through the rest of the procedure while Sir simply watched as the artist was too focused on my skin to be terribly chatty.

Finally, when all was said and done I had a beautiful lily carved into my hip with strict instructions on how to care for it if I wanted the scars to keloid and stand out against my pale skin. I had officially, permanently, and irrevocably been marked as His. The collar I wore could be removed. This could not.