Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)

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He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”

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Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my list. And she laughed more freely this time, with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.

Wicked Wednesday 269 – (Amelia After the Party)

 

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At the end of what turned out to be a (mostly) lovely evening for Amelia she was ready for bed. Being humiliated in front of their friends had been awful, but she no longer had the energy to go after Luke about it, especially as he was threatening her with more of the same treatment. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn’t called the staff in to watch as well and shuddered to herself at the thought of people who worked for her seeing her in just such a state. It would be worse than her peers seeing her that way she thought. As she began to undress for bed, fighting with the buttons seemed preferable to calling a servant just now and she sighed softly.

Luke walked into the room and found his wife struggling with her hands behind her back to unbutton her dress. He walked up behind her and moved her hands to her sides. “Let me help. Since you’re being good I won’t tear this one,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered and a fresh wave of anger rolled over her. Her body was stiff with it and Luke knew she was still upset with him from earlier, but his verbal warnings had done no good. In fact, they seemed to have made her more insolent than she had been, so he’d taken the matter directly into his hands so to speak. Hopefully, it had the desired effect and he thought it would. As he finished the last of the buttons and the dress slid off of Amelia’s body, he was shocked that his prim and proper wife had come back downstairs in front of people wearing no underclothing. He found it incredibly arousing and traced a line down her back gently. She shivered but otherwise did not move. His voice was a hoarse whisper, “I love you.”

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at this and she half turned as she went to sit down at her vanity, “I love you too. Even if right now I am rather cross with you.” And she sat gently, her sore bottom reminding her of just why she was angry with him. She unbound her long tresses and began to brush them out rapidly while Luke simply stood there, watching her in the mirror. After a long moment he stepped forward and took the brush from her hand and began running it through her hair. She sighed at the feeling and let him, her annoyance slowly starting to fade. Once the tangles were smoothed from her hair he pulled her to her feet, turned her ever so gently in his arms and kissed her ardently. She found herself unable to help but return his kiss and twined her arms around him.

Suddenly, he bent forward and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, and strode across the room to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress while she watched him with naked desire, her earlier crossness completely forgotten, although her rear end still stung. She wriggled against the sheets feeling the heat that still seemed to suffuse her skin and smiled up at Luke, forgiving him for his earlier actions, because, although she’d never admit it, she’d enjoyed a little bit of the spectacle herself. When he came to bed they snuggled close together sharing kisses and whispered words of affection, his hands roaming her flesh. He found her derriere and swatted at her gently then squeezed which made her squirm against him. She could feel her own wetness and that excited her further.

Luke began to kiss and nibble at her breasts which always made her wanton and this time was no exception. Her body arched against his and she moaned breathlessly; her fingers found themselves tangled in his sandy blond hair as she urged him on. ‘More, more please…” She began writhe against his touch and could feel the press of him on her skin. She felt a hand slide down her body and she parted her legs. Luke looked up at her and laughed softly, “Oh that’s my good girl,” as his fingers trailed down to dip into that wetness and swirl it around, teasing her lazily. Amelia’s legs parted further and she squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at him now. As much as she loved being with him, she was a lady and some things just didn’t change. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she clenched around him. This was something new to her, but the feeling of his fingers was quite nice. Them he began to move them in and out and she nearly hit the ceiling. She whimpered and squirmed and Luke kissed her soundly once again, enjoying all the little noises that only he ever got to hear. He heard her breathing change and his fingers moved faster fluttering along her insides and she kissed him fiercely reveling in how he made her feel. Moments later she reached a shuddering climax on his fingers and he broke the kiss to smile at her as his fingers slipped away. She made a soft noise of disappointment and he reached up, offering the glistening fingers to her, placing them to her lips. Amelia opened her mouth in surprise and he deftly slid his fingers into her mouth where she could taste herself. She made another small noise, but greedily sucked her juices from his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss so they could share the taste. Her own behavior shocked her a bit and it startled her into opening her eyes to find Luke smiling down at her. “Hello, Beautiful. Try to keep your eyes open for me. I want to see all of you.”

And he pulled her over top of him still kissing her and stroking her skin with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. She froze, not sure how her being on top worked so he took her hips and began to move her gently at first until she caught the rhythm of it, gasping as she did. “Oh. Oh, oh!,” came the nearly whispered exclamations and she lowered her body to meet his while still moving her hips and he held her close as she rode him. “Yes, my love, just like that. Let yourself relax and just move against me.” She nodded, looking at him as he had asked, although she could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Soon she was grinding into him desperately and her pushed her back up so he could tweak at her nipples with one hand, while grabbing her pretty reddened rear end with the other. She was crying out softly over and over and when he surged upward to meet her she shrieked and began to tremble as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. She never stopped moving, somehow knowing that would only prolong her pleasure. Luke groaned as his wife tightened around him and they both felt his own release. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, and promptly dozed off holding onto him. What an evening it had been.

 

If you;d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday (the prequel to this piece), it can be found here.

Wicked Wednesday – 266 – Bubbles (A Champagne Night)

He toasted the empty room and took a sip of champagne the bubbles bursting to life in his mouth. He swallowed and smiled a rueful smile, letting the taste taking him back to what…twelve, no thirteen years ago. She had been exquisite, a brunette beauty with blue eyes and a voluptuously curvy body that drove him wild.

They met at an art exhibit and spent the evening talking. He took her home with him after they both had a few too many glasses of champagne. And they sat and talked until the sun came up. They found breakfast at a little greasy spoon down the street and went back to his house. Finally, he did what he’d wanted to do since the moment he saw her. His lips found hers and her tongue found his and he led the way to his bedroom.

He undressed her slowly, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her blush and then watching her try to hide herself in the mirror. “Why are you hiding from me, Gorgeous? I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you at the gallery last night.” She shivered and uncovered herself and looked at his face where she could see desire etched there. It freed her, gave her confidence she didn’t know she had and ever so boldly, she kissed him her arms twining about his neck. Before long they were both nude and he never got an answer to his question but he did not care. Exploring the hills and valleys of her body with his hands and then his mouth left him breathless and needy.

She wriggled at his touch and let herself get lost in it. She’d never known someone could want her like he did, would touch her and taste her like he did. His lips found hers once more and his busy hands roamed her body, stopping to tug at her nipples until she moaned for him. He lowered his lips to suck and nibble at her, alternating between each nipple, leaving her gasping and breathless at the same time. Her hips lifted of the own according and she could feel him, how hard he was and she marveled that it was for her. No man had ever wanted her the way he seemed to. It inflamed her and she could feel her wetness gathering. She wanted him to taste her and fuck her and to be his.

Burning kisses trailed down her body and she sighed at them, her hands reaching out to touch him even as he pulled away from her to kiss her inner thighs. He looked up at her and she nodded an assent, spreading her legs further for him. And he feasted upon her, lapping at her wet pussy, sucking her clit, his hands in a death grip on her ample thighs. She bucked her hips up and he pressed his face into her harder, licking her and sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy as she rode his face to an orgasm; her first in many years. He slid back up her body and they shared a kiss, sharing the taste of her juices and she fairly purred at the taste of herself. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor and suck his cock, but he looked down at her, that desire increased and whispered, “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” “Then take me.”

He pulled her up and they flipped positions so he could fuck her from behind, his hands on her hips or fisted into her dark hair and just holding onto her. She wiggled her delightful ass at him and he smacked it, leaving a hand print. She giggled and reached beneath her, guiding his cock to her. She took all of him in and squirmed against his body before he began to fuck her in earnest. She’d have bruises the next day from where he had grabbed her roughly or bit a little too hard, but she didn’t care. Just for today she was going to let herself be loved this way. They fucked hard and fast, no time for either of them to wait as, without warning, they came together hard and fast. Their coupling had been intense, the most intense for either one of them and they curled up together in bed, sweaty and messy, with the smell of sex hanging in the air. They both dozed in the late morning sunlight and finally she woke she find him deeply asleep. Slipping from his arms, she dressed and vanished into the sunlight shining through the front door. Hours later he woke and she was gone, no note, nothing. He spent weeks trying to find her, hoping to run across her again at every art exhibit he went to, but it seemed she was just gone. And he took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles keep the reminder of his buxom beauty alive.

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Wicked Wednesday 264 – Nightmare (That’s Not How Good Girls Act)

“That’s not how good girls act, now is it Maria?” His voice was sharp and angry and disappointed. Maria hung her head knowing just how much trouble she was in. It was never good when Sir called her by her first name at home. And she also knew exactly what she’d done wrong. She had a feeling this punishment was going to be a severe one.

“So…my Babygirl decided to misbehave. Again. Breaking a rule that you’ve already broken how many times now? Three? And this makes four. What should I do with my little one?” Sir was thinking aloud just for her benefit she knew. She knew better than to masturbate or orgasm without his explicit permission, but sometimes she couldn’t seem to control herself. Maria knew right then and there that’ she’d better learn some more self control and very, very fast. “Sir, I’m so sorry Sir. I know I’ve been a screw up and you’ve been far more patient with me than I deserve. Tell me what I can do to make things right?”, her voice ended in a broken whisper as the gravity of the situation overwhelmed her.

Dominic shook his head at her, “No Babygirl, there’s no wiggling out of this one with a pretty plea to make things better. I think we need a more severe punishment this time. Go to the bedroom, strip, and be waiting on the bed.” She walked away quickly, not daring to be even the tiniest bit slow to obey and Dominic wandered down to the basement where he had hidden a purchase he had hoped he wouldn’t have to use on his precious girl. But at this point, there seemed to be no other option. She was going to learn to obey him and all of his rules.

Going back upstairs, he left the device outside their room, and walked in to find her waiting as he expected. “Good girl. Now, your punishment starts with a spanking. With the cane.” His Babygirl made a face at the idea of the cane, but readily assumed the correct position for a spanking. His hand warmed and reddened her ass and the backs of her thighs before he applied the cane, which came down with even quick strikes too fast for her to count. By the end of it she was already in tears and she assumed this was just the beginning. Sir helped her roll over and even on the soft bed she whimpered a little as her ass and thighs made contact. “Now, lay back Babygirl and spread those thighs.”

Babygirl did as she was told and Sir grabbed some lube, dripping the coldness of it onto her clit. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation and he shot her an evil little grin. Immediately his fingers were there, touching her, tracing her skin, teasing lightly. Gradually his focus shifted explicitly to her clit and he rubbed and circled it and teased her until she was begging him to let her orgasm. He never stopped his ministrations on her clit, but looked at her, “No. You see, I’m going to tease you and touch you and torture you until I decide you’ve had enough, but you will NOT come. Understood?” She lowered her eyes and nodded miserably, “Yes Sir.”

Dominic inwardly groaned because this was torture for him too. He just wanted to fuck her and feel her clench around his cock. And he still might fuck her, but only because he wanted to come. He was very curious to see her reaction when he brought forth the last part of her punishment. Meanwhile, he inserted two fingers into her pussy, noting just how wet and ready she was. He wondered if she’d be able to help herself when his fingers hit her g-spot. Dominic began to stroke in and out over and over while he rubbed gently at her clit. Babygirl arched her back and began to beg again, this time her voice coming out in a rushed babble of words; he shook his head no at her and kept fingering her, kept teasing her clit. Now and then he reached up to pinch a nipple or caress a sensitive place before resuming playing with her rock hard clit. He knew this was truly torture for her, but hopefully she would learn from it.

Finally after what seemed like was hours to the punished sub, he stopped. Only to undo his jeans and smile as her as he slid his throbbing cock inside her pussy. “Remember, Babygirl, no coming.” Dominic began to fuck her hard and fast, taking his pleasure as he wished while his darling girl thrashed about on the bed, still begging for an orgasm, begging for him to come inside her. She was desperate at this point and knew she wouldn’t be breaking the rules again. Finally with a soft groan Dominic ground himself against her body, the touch setting her even further aflame and shot a load of come deep inside her. Babygirl could feel his cock twitching and the warm jets hitting her inner walls and wanted to squeeze down to make it better for him, but she knew if she did, she’d lose the tiny shred of control she had had left so she lay there, taking what he gave to her and waiting to see what would happen next. Her mouth was dry and her voice hoarse from the pleading and begging and she blushed at her actions.

Dominic pulled away from his lovely submissive and smiled down at her. “Go clean up.” She thought her punishment was over. He left the room for a moment to retrieve his purchase and waited for her to finish her ablutions. When she walked out of the bathroom he simply held it up. “Ohhhhh, no Sir, please no, not that…” Tears filled her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks. “I told you, Maria, that you would learn your lesson this time. Now come here.” She walked over to him chastised all over at again at his use of her first name and stood with her legs spread letting him buckle the chastity belt in place. “You will ask me to remove it to relieve yourself, but otherwise you will wear this from now until I see fit to remove it. Be a very good girl and it will be soon. Misbehave and you’ll wear it longer. Understood.” Babygirl nodded, her face a mask of misery, but they both knew she had to learn somehow. What she didn’t know is that Sir had plans to push her to that edge again the next night and perhaps the following one as well. She’d just entered her own personal nightmare.

Wicked Wednesday – 262 – Blinded (Gorgeous?)

“Hello, Gorgeous.” I looked at my partner, then glanced around wondering if they were talking to me. As we were alone together, it seemed pretty obvious that I was the person being addressed. I just shook my head a little and gave them a hug. I absolutely couldn’t see why they were calling me gorgeous so I dismissed it and moved on.

Instead of being upset or annoyed with me for not acknowledging what they meant as a compliment, they have only kept repeating that same statement to me, sometimes multiple times a day or with slight variations for the last five years. Maybe eventually I’ll get it. I’ll get out of bed one morning and look in the mirror and see what my partner sees. Or there will be some crazy transcendental moment mid-orgasm. I don’t know.

I do know that I’ve never considered myself to even be cute, much less words like beautiful or gorgeous, both of which I am frequently called by my absolute favorite person in the world. Instead I look in the mirror and all I can see are the flaws that make me so human and imperfect and what I see isn’t good enough. It never has been for as long as I can remember. In a world where looks appear to be valued over everything else, I was raised to be the smart one. And it taught me that smart girls/women aren’t pretty. We’re awkward and maybe a little ugly on the outside, but beautiful on the inside (where it counts.) Being fat as well means I feel like I have that hurdle to jump as well, but I can’t jump; no really I broke a bone trying track once.

So here I am, over 30, overweight, and left staring at a reflection that I just don’t see as positive. Granted I no longer see myself as overwhelmingly negative and sometimes I don’t even see myself in a negative light at all. So I might be making tiny steps towards progress if you can call being neutral about one’s own image progress. But that neutrality often leaves me feeling a bit blind, because I don’t really look at myself in a mirror unless I am deliberately searching for whatever flaw I might have, either real or perceived. Often, I wonder what is wrong with me that I can be so conscious of my own appearance that I can’t just relax and see the good things about myself.

Of course, then I tell myself that there is nothing good about my appearance and I move on to something else that nags at me or my self esteem or whatever. I’ve just accepted that I’m never going to be the “pretty one”; instead I’m considered smart and that is supposed to be enough in a society where the female form is supposed to aspire to reach unattainable heights of beauty that I know I will never see. And my partner always comes back to “Hello, Gorgeous.”

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