thank you angel love for all your help
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She was walking along the street on her way home from work, and as always she noticed him. He was quite a bit older than she was, as he was closer to forty-five or fifty years old. Not in the best of shape or even very good-looking but there was something about him that sent a wave of heat to her belly.
I stood, under the dim light, my neck bent and my hair parted at my nape. I could hear his steady breath caress the back of my ear. For a very brief moment, his fingers touched mine. My breathing grew faster, I instinctively held my breath. He, however, continued moving mechanically as if performing an experiment he studied routinely. His steady and skinny fingers appeared suddenly next to my ears and gently pushed my hair behind them, never touching my skin.
Tonight was the night. I was finally on vacation in North Carolina. I was away from the daily grind of my life for an entire week. I had left everything behind for some quality "me" time. I had made a vow to myself that before week's end I would hook up with at least one hot guy. But not just any hot guy, you see, but a NASCAR driver. I was in driver country.
It's Friday, just after midday, and I am in the lift of my Dom's office building. I have a caesar salad in my bag for him which is ostensibly my motivation for dropping in. Later, we're going away for a long, filthy weekend. A weekend which should have already begun except he was called into work to approve an emergency file. He promised to be back by early afternoon but I'm overcome by giddy anticipation.
She came across as being kind of wholesome or innocent. There was some truth to it. She'd had a few boyfriends before me, but was definitely the "relationship type" and had never had a one-night stand. She told me that she had never looked at dating as just "having fun," it was always to find someone compatible for a long-term relationship. She was in her late twenties and was ready to get married and have children if she met the right guy.
(This is not a quick wank story or even a wank story. This was inspired by some ideas I ad while working and my goal was to portray this situation as accurately and as realistically as possible. A relationship is a relationship no matter if it is man/wife, bf/gf, or Dom/Sub.)
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It was eleven o'clock at night when I decided that enough was enough. My submissive for nine months hadn't showed up for our weekend get-together.
"Come on Rick. Would you please give it a try for me?" Kim pleaded.
"No Kim. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Is it so hard to believe that I don't want to hurt you?" He said firmly.
"You wouldn't have to hurt me, hon... unless I was bad, of course." She said grinning.
"Don't lie to me, Kim. I read those stories you sent me from that site.
A tear slid out from between damp lashes, lips pursed together as eyes burned with a silent intensity.
"You like this, don't you little slut." He purred the words into her ear and she shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly as if the blackness could block out his words.
It only served to heighten sensation. In the darkness she felt her tender wet pussy lips spread and stretch around his invading cock.
She took a deep breath through her lightly painted red lips as she reached her hand forward and pushed the button for the elevator.
The doorman informed her that Mr. RJ was waiting for her at the top floor. She was very excited about this job interview, as she needed the money. She had always wanted to work as a personal assistant to a high corporate executive, but to think that she was actually being interviewed for the position to be an assistant to the president, well it was more than she could believe possible.
I stood there, feeling helpless, subdued, completely dominated. My wrists ached from the tightness in the rope. My arms were sore from supporting my body weight and hanging for -- how long have I been hanging for? I've lost track of time. My senses overloaded with smells and sounds, every molecule of my body on high alert. Waiting. Anticipation is the most sensual part of seduction. He told me that the blindfold would heighten the experience, but I hadn't realized what I was agreeing to at the time.
His heaving cock glistened with my juices as I opened wide and took it all in my mouth.
I was on my knees in his penthouse apartment, a man I had only met the day before, but who now owned me.
He slid his fingers through my short, jet-black hair, grabbing a good fistful. I could taste myself on him as he slid his thick member down my throat, an act which would have caused a lesser slut to choke, but I had no gag reflex.
He meets her in the back room for a new type of inventory.
[Author's note; This isn't a prequel or sequel specifically, just another story]
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It was that time of night. The rush of the commuter crowd had faded into a slow trickle of truck drivers and workaholics at the roadside diner. Annie had only started her shift three hours ago and had a long night ahead of her, but a young girl needs money and the burger joint needed cashiers.
The evening started off like any other.
Vanessa was in the shower, washing off the stress of another day. Most people showered in the morning before work; Vanessa liked to shower after. There was no better way to relax after a long day. She was an organized, consistent person. She liked regularity and routine. Every day, the same thing: she'd get home from work, have a snack to sate her appetite, peel off her work clothes, and take a long, relaxing shower.
Aven lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, face turned to the side on the pillow. She awaited her master's arrival home, hoping that for the first time she would get some attention from him and be able to cum in a week.
What seemed like hours, but were only minutes, passed. She heard the key in the lock turn. The sound made her wet, and her juices began to flow.
Frank Fletcher was pissed. His boss ordered him to drive from St. Louis to Cheyenne, Wyoming on one hour's notice, with no time to research flights. With no options, he set out with a change of clothes, a bag of toiletries and his laptop in the middle of the day with a Google directions to his destination. He swore at his asshole boss as he drove through Kansas City rush hour traffic, up the Missouri River and into a Nebraska night.
i wake up to my Husband/Sir spooning me from behind. His left arm draped possessively over my waist, pulling me back against Him. Softly i sigh and press my bottom against His swelling phallus.
His hands cup and knead my breasts, patient at first then becoming rougher. A sedate moan escapes my lips as i continue to wake from slumber. He pushes His hips forcefully against my supple bottom. He then turns me onto my front with Him rolling on top of me.
The text message came at exactly 8pm., as expected. It included the name of a motel, a room number and the time I was to arrive. I was told not to be late, so I didn't waste any time getting ready.
I turned on my computer and got directions to the motel. It was in the city, just north of a bad neighborhood, that I was thankful to avoid. I didn't know the streets that well, but I figured it would take about 40 min.
If you haven't read part one, I recommend you do so.
Recap - in Part 1, I spent most of the day using sexual frustration and teasing as a motivation to get some housework done. My husband caught on around lunchtime and added a few things to my day, including the order to show up at his home office door at 3:30, when he has a break between meetings.
Note: I split the story into two halves because at this point, things shift from a primarily solo adventure to one involving two people, and light BDSM.
Moulding my Slave
Chapter 1
I lounged back on my sofa, mind split between the show I was watching on the TV, and the efforts of the girl between my legs. I looked down at my slave as she gently sucked my cock, sliding her mouth slowly up and down the shaft. I took a minute to take in the vision kneeling on the floor of my living room and reflect on how I got here.
I've been a bit nervous about our date tonight, even though I've also been nearly equal parts excited. Given the fun we've had in public, I know even a movie-night in at your place should be a lot of fun. I'm pretty relieved to not have to worry about nosy strangers in the park, although I suppose I do still have your roommates to consider.
I've decided to dress easily for tonight, just to be prepared.
She could not believe how hard her nipples were. They stood up from her breasts proudly and she fairly ached for them to be touched. She could practically feel the blood rushing into them. They formed almost perfect circles of crinkled flesh with their rosy red tips. He looked down at her and smiled. She could see the approval and arousal in his eyes. He reached out and very lightly touched one nipple.
My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat.
"I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me."
"Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I did something naughty.
As I stepped about his boat, I knew I would not be able to run from now on. I was his. Really he has owned me since he bought my husband's business 2 months ago. But now he owns me in every way. I stepped aboard his yacht wearing a short white mini and a half T-shirt. Mr. Martin instructed me not to wear shoes or underwear. My thoughts race as I can only imagine what he has planned for me.
He sat on the couch to her left, their thighs touching. They had been watching TV, but now he was more interested in other pursuits. He looked down at the way her thin pajama top lay across her breasts. It was a soft cotton fabric, with camisole straps and lace around the low v-neck. Her hands were nestled together in her lap. He put his right arm around her shoulders, reaching his hand down so that his fingers lightly grazed her right nipple through the thin cotton.
I saw her as soon as she walked onto the train platform. Gorgeous, petite, and fair skinned... Long, fine blonde hair... Very typical Dutch girl. She must have also just come off a long haul flight like me. She was dressed almost in pajamas -- two tight camisole tops in different colors and a pair of stretchy, checkered, capri pants that were almost painted on. Her whole body was that of a lean, young girl -- small, perky breasts pressed together to create some cleavage where otherwise there would be none, just a glimpse of taut abs where her shirts ended and her pants began, and firm legs probably toned from years of riding bicycles everywhere.
I am in a mood tonight. It's hard to describe, kind of feisty I guess.
As I walk up to my Dom's door, I start to imagine what the night may have in store. He'll expect me to come in, strip down and assume my presenting position: kneeling on the floor with my hands behind my head, breasts out, waiting for inspection. But you know what? I don't feel like doing that tonight.
I called him that night, feeling lonely, desperate for some kind of attention. We stopped having break-up sex months ago, but I knew he wouldn't say no.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me," I said.
"... Hey. Everything ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Um... are you busy tonight? Can I come over?"
"Oh." He paused then said, "Yeah, definitely. But on one condition."
I wasn't expecting this. "What's that?"
"I tell you what to do.
It's still hard to believe that my wife and I are by ourselves for spring break. The story of how we ended up that way is one for another time -- and really, I should turn things over to Shayleigh, our beautiful twenty-year-old sex pet, when that time comes. She's off with her new friend, Julia, on a week-long fuck fest in Colorado, exploring her dominant side for the very first time.
A cool spring breeze gently lifted the curls from my brow as I walked from my car to my front door. It had been a tiring day at work, and I was especially exhausted because of the high-endurance partying I had done the night before. I unlocked the door and tossed my keys on the couch. My purse and shoes were shaken off and discarded lazily on the floor. As I walked to the study to quickly check my e-mail before a shower, I stripped off my shirt and flung it in the bedroom towards the general direction of the hamper.
He awoke with a start as the sun came in the window. Usually by this time He had been hunting or conferring with Raj or the monks about the events of the day. Things had not quite returned to normal since the War of the Ruination, His girl must have left orders not to wake Him.
While He appreciated her concern, there were many important things He had to take care of, and quickly.