KOTW – Boots – (Polishing Ava)

Ava started her day with the usual chores and upon finishing them went for his boots. She’d noticed that they were in dire need of a good cleaning and polishing and she loved the scent of leather and shoe polish together. She scrubbed them down carefully and then began applying polish and buffing it in. She repeated the process until the boots looked nearly new again, relaced them, and put them away. She hoped David would be pleased at the small act next time he wore his boots.

As time permitted she also polished the leather strap used for her spankings, her own boots, David’s good belt, and anything she could find that needed polishing. David knew the scent of leather turned her on and so he began to make plans. He told her about them over dinner a week later and she couldn’t quite believe her ears. “You want me to do what?” He repeated himself and then just looked at her. After a moment she simply nodded. He waited. Finally, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. I’ll make all the arrangements and you’ll prepare your kit as needed.”

A couple weeks later found Ava kneeling, wearing nothing but her collar, and waiting by a high chair that had been designated as the boot blacking chair for the evening. The doorbell rang and Ava quivered. She’d never done anything like this before and despite her initial misgivings she was excited to serve in this way. As her first “customer” took his place Ava quickly began to work, brushing the dirt and dust away, giving the books a quick scrub and polishing them deftly all while the man in the chair above her ogled her nude body and chatted with David. As the evening went on she found that she was not only surrounded by men, but almost always had one in her chair as well. She knew she polished some pairs of shoes or boots more than once.

The smell of leather was intoxicating and almost overwhelming and she had forgotten her embarrassment as she lost herself in her work. Then she heard David discussing why she was wearing a collar and even without him going into great detail she blushed and lost her concentration for a moment. That moment was enough to spoil the shine she was working into a pair of lovely handcrafted shoes and she muttered angrily to herself about the mishap as she started over. “David, my friend, I think you’ve rather rattled your pet.” And the gentleman pointed at the obvious flaw in the polishing job that Ava was hurriedly trying to repair. And then David said her name. Only once, but she knew she was in trouble. “Finish up properly this time and then bring the strap.” She gulped and wondered if he would spank her in front of all these people and she feared that was to be the case.

“Gather round gentlemen and I’ll show you just how good she is for me and perhaps will be for all of you as well.” Ava heard this and blushed hotly as she returned carrying the leather strap reverently in both hands. She knelt, head down, ass up, her knees pressed tightly together hoping that would afford her some some semblance of modesty in front of all these men. And David brought the strap down. Once. Twice. A total of ten times he hit her and by the end she was thanking him for it. Every man in the room wanted a turn with her (as if they hadn’t already) and David whispered to her that if she wished to please him further she would be a good little slut and let the men in the room, none of whom she knew, fuck her, come on her, and treat her like the dirty girl he knew she was. His words only made her moan as she nodded her assent.



Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)


There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

KOTW -Names/Titles (Naming Him)

Martha and Thomas had slowly began to explore a Dominant and submissive relationship sometime ago and he frequently called her “Little Miss” or just “Missy”, but she didn’t know what to call him. They’d tried Master, but both of them found it to be harsh and grating. Sir didn’t have quite the ring to it they wanted and Daddy was just awkward for Martha to say to her husband. So finally one night she asked him what the protocol needed to be and what his title was going to be. He assured his Missy that he would think about it and that she was to as well and they would figure it out, but right now he was going to cuff her and fuck her.

She quickly found her hands trapped and legs spread just like he wanted. Thomas’ fingers caressed her and dipped into her pussy finding her wet and ready for him; his fingers stroked her over and over as she squirmed, begging to be allowed to come for him. “No Little Miss, you’ll come when I say so and only when I say so. You’re mine and I run this show. Understood?” Martha nodded her head, still writhing on the bed as she struggled not to orgasm before he granted her permission. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them into her open mouth. Her eyes widened but she began to suck obediently, tasting herself and relishing it.

He climbed onto the bed, cock in hand and guided himself into her pussy, gently at first, slowly. He fucked her languidly, just barely moving as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips ever so gently and whispered to her again, “You’re mine Little Miss.” She shivered beneath him at the words and arched her hips upward, wanting him to fuck her harder. He laughed softly. “All in good time, my dear. All in good time. His increase of the pace at which he fucked her seemed incrementally slow to her and she was a greedy Little Miss who wanted more of his cock.

Thomas gave her a naughty little smile and suddenly slammed hard into her, causing her to cry out and try even harder to take as much as he would give her and then some. They fucked hard and relentlessly, Missy struggling to hold back the orgasm she had been denied and him enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She began to tense up and Thomas froze. “Not yet Missy, not yet. Not until you call me by my proper title.” She moaned softly half in pleasure, half in frustration. They’d played this game before, with her trying all kinds of honorifics hoping one would finally stick and become who he was to her.

“Please Captain, may I come for you?” He made a slight face and shook his head, holding very still inside of her body. “Please may I come for you my Prince?” They both burst into giggles at that one and feeling her clench around his cock made him groan with restrained pleasure. He moved in and out slowly waiting for her next request, to see what would come out of her lovely mouth next. “Dom, can I come for you please?” He tilted his head considering that one and shook his head, still not feeling quite right. She arched her hips against him silently begging for the game to end. “One more try for me Missy, a good one, and I’ll let you come for me.”

She tried very hard to think as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from simply pleading with her Thomas to fuck her and let her have that orgasm she so desperately wanted. And her mind flashed back to what he said earlier, “You’re mine and I run this show.” She giggled and looked at him,. Her tone was slightly impish although still laced heavily with her desire. “Can I please come for you now, Boss? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Boss. He rolled the word around his in his mind, hearing it in his head. “Say it again. Louder.” “Can I please come for you now, Boss?” He resumed fucking her hard now and grinned down at her. “You’re quite right Little Miss. I am the Boss and you will address me as such from now one. Got it?” She moaned out loud at the feeling of fullness before she answered him proudly, “Yes Boss.” “Now come for me Missy. Come hard!”


Kink Of The Week – July 1st-15th – Fingering

So many people see fingering as nothing more than foreplay, a means to an end, and sure it works out that way for a lot of people. But these people don’t know what they are missing out on when they move on from fingers. Especially when you learn just how dexterous and gentle or demanding and rough one’s fingers can be.

My lover’s fingers find me wet and waiting for their touch. They tease me, gently slipping a finger barely inside me and then out again; I am patient sometimes, until I’m not, and my hips lift and buck, begging for more. And their strokes become fuller, more certain until I am dripping wet and squirming on the bed for them. A quick flutter against me and I’m lost, an orgasm rolling through my body. Bliss.

Other times, those same fingers are demanding of me, roughly slamming into my cunt, beating out a pounding rhythm that echoes through my soul. I whimper and moan, trying to take more, sometimes more than they are willing to give just yet. I am not so passive and am writhing around, doing my damnedest to meet them thrust for thrust. Those fingers driving into me, driving me wild with need. Hard pressure against my inner walls. Nothing gentle here. And suddenly I am tipped over the precipice, into a rolling full body orgasm, the kind that seems to lift you into oblivion. I come back to myself slowly and find I am cradled in their arms ever so tenderly.

Sometimes, my partner will surprise me, at my desk or in the kitchen, and before I can think I find lubed up fingers sliding into my cunt and whipping back and forth wildly, their only goal to make me come all over their fingers at least once and usually twice or even three times. I’m lost to them when they do this and all I can do is feel their touch and what they’re doing to me in that moment. And when they (and I) are satisfied, those lovely fingers slip away and after I can see straight again I go on about my day.

Those fingers are magical to me and I love when I get fingered to orgasm over and over. My partner enjoys the feeling of me clenching around their fingers repeatedly until I just can’t and they often demand just one more from me after that, one that I gladly give.