Force De Jour

We recognized each other immediately, even though we had only shared a few pictures online.  I smiled widely and waved.  We hugged and it felt wonderful…he was a bear.  But he didn’t stay cuddly for long.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He knew that was just what he had to do to own me from that moment on.  We kissed and it felt so right.  But although originally I had intended to join him for a beer and talk, I soon had another idea entirely.  We walked, holding hands from time to time.  All the while my insides were churning with excitement and a little bit of fear.  Knowing all Chuck really wanted to do was cut my clothes off and rape me made my pussy tingle in spite of itself.
Finally I steered him away from the crowds and down a dark alley I knew of.  It was nice and quiet just as I’d hoped.  He knew just what was on my mind, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck while kissing me.  “You know I could do anything I want to you right now,” he growled.
“Yes,” I sighed, already my pussy dripped with arousal.  He kissed me hard.  Despite the fact that we were both living out a fantasy, we felt a little bit nervous and exposed.  Every noise made us worry about being seen or getting caught.  So we walked deeper into the alley and stumbled across a little fenced in atrium.  Chuck wanted to go in but I was still nervous.  “Let’s go in there,” he said.
“I don’t know, the fence kinda makes it look like this would be trespassing,” I hesitated.  Partly because I was afraid of trespassing and partly because I knew he could probably get away with raping me in there.
Eventually he lured me inside and things got really heated.  My memory fails me of every detail, when I get into subspace my mind kind of shuts down and gives way to my body.  We kissed more…he stopped at one point and said, “We haven’t really negotiated this scene so I just want to say that you can safeword at any time…what words do you like to use?”
“The colors are fine,” I managed to pant out.  I was trembling and breathless as he told me what a slut I was and asked me how much I liked to fool around where any body could see us.  He bit me and slapped me, all of which made me crazy.
He pointed to the ground and said, “You’d like it if I tore your clothes off right now and took you right here, wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t…” I stuttered.  He knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“I didn’t say can you, I said you want to don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“You’re so wet right now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
He jammed his hand down my skirt and found it to be so true.  He held me up from behind because my legs could barely hold me.  My eyes searched around for a minute to see if someone might be looking before I was to aroused to care.  I clutched him as my clit exploded.  As he continued to work me, I squirted hard.
“Look at you, you’re coming right here in the street where anyone could see you,” Chuck said.  “How many times did you come?”
“Twice,” I said.
“Well those were the only freebies you’re going to get, from now on you have to ask permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I whispered.
“Not sure if I can get my magic fingers at just the right angle here.”  He managed to work a couple fingers inside me and to my surprise as well, found the g-spot.
Suddenly I became terrified, I can’t control my g-spot orgasms, especially when I am as aroused as I was in that moment.  “No, please,” I begged, “I can’t control them.”  I started struggling, he had told me that he wanted me to fight…I know he must have liked it, knowing I was terrified that he would make me orgasm uncontrollably.  Or maybe he was just looking forward to the punishment.
He was spitting out a tirade of words, telling me what a slut I was and I was loving it.  Then he said, “That’s all you’re good for, a wet whole to be used.”
I pushed my head into his shoulder and whimpered, “No, please don’t say that.”  I really meant it but I was curious what his reaction would be since I hadn’t used the safeword.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I went to far.”  Since it was our first time playing together I enjoyed seeing his tender side leak through his violent side.  But I made a mental note that if we were going to do the rape scene under NO circumstances should he break “character” unless I safe worded.  At this point I was sure it would be safe to act that out…and I couldn’t wait.
He grabbed me and slammed me back against the fence.  It made a very dramatic noise when my head hit it but it didn’t hurt at all, “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I laughed, thinking for a brief moment he felt the fear that he had just accidentally bashed my head in.  I assured him I was ok and we moved on, giggling a bit.
“I was wondering,” I said, “How bad my punishment would be if I grabbed your crotch right now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
What I really longed to do was drop to my knees and take it in my mouth right that minute but I knew he would not allow that.  So I worked it through his pants until he let me unfasten his belt and touch it with my fingers.  He had worked me into a frenzy on line by telling me that his cock was uncut.  I had only been with one uncircumcised man before and I found it wonderful.  It broke my heart that most American boys were deprived a part of their sexual organs.  He only let me handle it for a few minutes.
The hour was getting late and I knew I had to be getting back.  I said something about it but Chuck had other ideas.  His hand were pinching my nipples and his hand was twisted in my hair, pulling it hard again.  There was no way I was going anywhere.  Next thing I knew, in a flash he had exposed my breasts and I screamed, automatically going to cover them, “Oh no, it’s cold.”  When we first started talking about how he’d like to “force” me to do things and wanted me to struggle, I did not even know if I could do it.  When I get turned on I just want to please and comply.  But clearly knew how to bring it out in me.  I wanted what he was doing but I accessed that part of me that allowed me to struggle.
I wish I could remember more details…every moment was so delicious.  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he chuckled.
“Neither have I,” I said.
“I thought you said you used to have sex in public all the time,” he said.
“Oh, right…well I haven’t done anything like this since I was a minor,” I corrected.  Those memories of hot teen sex anywhere we could get it were so long gone that it seemed like another person, another lifetime.   And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with BDSM.
We walked back to the car, talking and flirting.  He talked some more about how even though he liked submissive women, the last thing he wanted was for me to lie there and take it.  He wanted to see my spirit, my spunk.
I had wondered before if Jason would want me to struggle.  I think part of him knew if I got too excited, struggled too much I could most likely hurt him…he is strong but I outweigh him.  Chuck, on the other hand, was big enough and strong enough to take me down if I struggled hard.  I still felt comfortable if things got out of hand that I knew enough tricks stop him.  But now I knew that would not be necessary.  He had showed me his D as well as his heart.
When we got to the car, I remember him grabbing my neck, choking me right there on the sidewalk where several people gave us funny looks.  I have expected the police to arrive…I hoped the people who saw us could tell that I was loving every minute of it.  Then he started spanking me.  It stung so well, I knew when he got me alone my ass was going to get it.  I tried to get away from him, working some more on that spirit he wanted to see.
I tried to hug him good bye but he grabbed me and started to pull me away from the car.  “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, “Or you can just say, I really have to go.”
“I really have to go,” I said firmly but sadly.  I didn’t want to destroy the chance that I could see him again by getting carried away at our first meeting.

Feast of the Dead (Happy Halloween!)

I was at a movie with Mistress when the phone rang.  I held it up to her so she could see the caller ID, it was Jason.

I texted him back that I was in a movie, wondering if he was pocket dialing me as he had the week before.  “Your Master needs some attention,” he replied.

I showed it to her and she replied, “Tell him I will let you go but he owes me.”  I smiled at her incredible understanding.  I kissed her and told her I loved her before I practically sprinted out the door.

I hadn’t seen Jason in a few weeks but the addiction remained strong as ever. I couldn’t resist his hot body and his twisted mind.

The door was ajar when I arrived. As I closed it behind me there was a post it note over the dead bolt lock that read, “Happy Halloween.” Adrenaline coursed through me as I glanced around the quiet house. Jason emerged from his bedroom wearing a black ski mask. I wore a long wig, a cute strapless goth dress, fish net hose, and high heeled black knee high boots. I knew he would dig the outfit, though the wig wouldn’t last long. I desperately needed him to pull my hair as hard as he could.

“Happy Halloween,” he said as he approached me and kissed me. Every time the first kiss took my breath away. The ski mask was an interesting touch.

He pulled me into his bedroom and grabbed me, pushing me against the door as it closed and kissing me hard. “I was at a party,” he said, “And I am going back.” I understood this was to be a quickie and send me on my way. A little sadness crept in at the thought of this since I had at least a couple hours to kill but I needed him so bad, in whatever way he was willing to give to me.

Grabbing my hand roughly he placed it on his cock, already bulgding in his khaki pants. I moaned and he shushed me, I guessed that his roommate was asleep in the next room. Such delicious torture to be quiet.

“On your knees,” he ordered. and I complied eagerly. He presented me with his cock and I took it hungrily in my mouth, excited to be able to use my hands on the base and his balls, since many times we played they were tied.  I hoped I got better every time, I moved my tongue and head around, tittilating him with my tongue ring and sliding it deeper and deeper in.  I was also becoming better able to control the gag reflex, though I love the way he moaned when I finally gave in to the instinct, retching and drooling on him with eyes watering and make up running and still as much of a smile as I can muster with my mouth so full.

“Yes, good girl,” he murmured, “You are MY slut, you want to feel me come in your mouth so bad.”

His hand found his way into my shirt and pinched my nipple hard.  He smacked my face and I wanted to beg him to do it again, to slap me harder…but it was more important for me to be obedient.   As usual I felt conflicted, wanting to taste his come but at the same time wanting to prolong the moment, to feel it inside me, to share his pleasure in the best way possible. But I was obedient. Even after he asked me where I wanted his come, I hesitated, wanting to please him and not myself.

But he demanded that I look into his eyes and tell him what I wanted. I bent down low so that I could lick his cock and look deep into his ice blue eyes, unable to decide.  “Where do you want my cock?” he demanded again.

This time I found my voice and pleaded, “I want your cock in my pussy.”

“Turn around,” he said as he pulled off his pants and put on a condom. I bent over his bed, still fully clothed, he just pulled my underwear and hose down to my knees, my dress down on top and up on bottom for access. As expected, the wig was already in a lump on the floor. We struggled for a moment, trying to find just the right angle to compensate for my high heels. I sighed loudly as he plunged inside me, wanting so badly to moan and cry out to show how much I loved and needed to feel him inside me. But I kept quiet, whispering my adoration of his strokes. He pulled my arms behind me, my face buried in the bed. I loved it when he restrained me, reminded me that he was my Master. My pussy embraced his cock, loving every precious and rare moment that he was inside me.

Yet my mind wandered, wondering if I made it too easy, if he simply didn’t find any cute girls at the party he went to, had a few drinks and decided to call me just to get his rocks off. Did it matter? He warned me he was going to usher me out the door when he came and I didn’t protest. My addiction was too strong, the fact that we could steal some time together, no matter how short, meant too much.

He twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled hard as I felt the orgasm begin to rock through him. Every time I was astounded by the length and strength of his orgasms. Even through the condom I felt every bit of it and my pussy contracted with the pleasure of being able to please him so well. Yet I knew it also meant our time together was ending so the satisfaction was bittersweet. I already missed him and I hadn’t even left yet. Though our lives could never truly intersect, the energy between us was unmistakable. We connected in ways that transcended anything I could grasp or understand.

I could only hope that he felt the same way. A small piece of me felt like I was used so cruelly, that I was nothing more than a prostitute who worked for free. Yet I liked it when he called me his slut, because I knew it was true, I long ago accepted the terms of our relationship and volunteered my body as an object for his pleasure. I hungered for him, the look in his eyes, the feeling of his kisses…both soft and hard, the way he lorded himself over me and commanded me to behave. The hunger ate me up inside some days, but recently I had become more complacent about our arrangement and our time apart. It was better that way…to just know somewhere off in the distance that he would call for me again and we could find our pleasure so easily together. Our arrangement existed outside of anything else, our own little world where nothing existed but our touch, our energy interacting, and our pleasure.

I imagined that not many people had ever experienced anything so exquisite, so personal, yet impersonal at the same time. No strings attached meant different things to different people but I hope images of my obedience and my sweet red ass are always tickling the back of his mind, the way thoughts of his voice, his eyes and his cock always tickle mine.

I watched Jason pull off the condom and toss it in the trash. His cock still oozed, so I smiled and wiped it off with my finger, putting it to my mouth, enjoying the taste. He pulled his pants back on and dressed as I fixed my clothes to be decent again, sighing. He offered me a sip from his flask and I accepted with a smile. We walked out together, kissing one last time.

On the sidewalk he said, “See you later,” like he always does. Meloncholy overcame me as I climbed in my car for the sad drive home. I can only hope that I mean more to him than a prostitute, he wouldn’t kiss me like that if I didn’t. Yet still the luster of being used might be wearing off.   I am learning that may be the nature of a submissive, particularly one in my situation, allowing oneself to be used and finding the balance between being used and being treasured. At this point, at least, I am coming to accept that for now I will in fact “see him later.” I trust now that if and when his situation changes he will cut me loose, letting me know that he will no longer require my service. When I’m on my knees looking into his eyes I truly desire nothing more than to be of service.

But now he owes my Mistress for the time he stole from her…I’m hoping he will chose to repay it by someday showing her how to bind my breasts, I know she will dearly love that. Still, I’m not sure what kind of repayment she had in mind. That remains to be seen, I guess, but it sounds like fun to me!

I drove home in a haze, concerned that even though I hadn’t had much to drink I would get pulled over for driving under the intoxication of Jason’s gorgeous scent still lingering over my body. Count me as a firm believer in the power of phermones. His scent never fails to make me feel safe, at home, and unbelievably horny.

File Under Fun, Part 1

The following week, the new “Dom” and I had our first official “scene” together.  He had decided not to restrain me in an effort to gain my trust.  I had shared that despite my enjoyment in the moment of our first meeting, the intensity of it later left me a little bit afraid.  He promised to maintain control and work slowly toward trust.

Before we met, he provided me with a list of commands to learn as follows:

1. STAND OR UP–stand with legs 4″ apart – head up – eyes down – arms behind back with palms crossed.
2. STAND ATTENTION- Same as above but with hands interlocked behind head
3. KNEEL –on your knees – back straight – arms behind back with hands together – head up – eyes down
4. KNEEL SPREAD –on your knees – legs spread as wide as possible – feet together – push breasts out – head up – eyes down – hands behind head – fingers locked
5. SIT –Indian style on the floor – knees bent – legs spread and crossed at the ankles – palms up on knees – back straight – head up – eyes slightly down
6. TEACH –on knees – feet together – knees 12-14″ apart – sitting on heels – hands laid on legs with palms up – back straight – head up – eyes down – sitting back on heels
7. FACE DOWN – knees tucked under chest – head bowed – arms straight in front by head – palms down
8. LAY DOWN –lay on stomach – face down – arms above head – legs spread
9. INSPECTION – stand legs wide apart – breasts pushed out – hands locked behind head – head up – eyes down
10. DISPLAY – Items are displayed in the following order – Breast, Pussy, Ass, and Mouth. Offers each item in the appropriate order for viewing then waits for a nod or acknowledgment from before continuing to the next item
11. PUNISHMENT – 2 positions
    Punishment Position (– on knees – head down – hands by face
    Punishment Position (Standing) – bend over and grab legs with hands behind calves

He started with me fully clothed in a low cut shirt, short black skirt, grey stockings, and high heeled boots, asking me to perform the required positions.  I did pretty well, not requiring much correction.  I had trouble remembering the difference between Inspection and Display.  I knew I was going to have trouble keeping my eyes down, I wanted to badly to see his eyes, to watch him watching me, to know if I was pleasing him or not.  But I knew that if I didn’t do well he might put me in a corner or deprive me of his cock so I tried hard to do my best.

After performing the behaviors once or twice he asked me to Stand and walked over to me.  He kissed me and bit my neck, beginning to remove my clothes.  He told me to put my arms up to remove my shirt.  Taking it off, he walked over to the chair to lay it down and, confused, I started to put my arms down.  “Did I say put your arms down?”

“No, Sir,” I answered.

He pulled my hair and immediately I my pussy spasmed and I trembled, “Are you having trouble concentrating already?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I was about to tell you to put your arms down but now you get to keep them up a little while longer.”  So my arms floated high above my head as he continued to kiss me, bite me, and undress me.  They began to ache a bit but I knew I could not let them down.  Finally he told me to put them down and I stood naked except for my stockings and boots.  “Display,” he commanded and stood right in front of me as I offered my breasts, my pussy, my ass and then my mouth.  When I opened my mouth for him, he put his hand down my throat until I gagged a couple of times, then kissed me.  I didn’t kiss back, I knew I couldn’t close my mouth and kiss him back until he told me I could.

He sat down on the bed and put a pillow next to him.  “We’re going to start things off with a nice over the knee spanking,” he said, ordering me to lay on his lap.  It felt so silly and luxurious all at the same time.  I squirmed under the impact of his strikes on my ass, my already wet pussy begging for attention.

Not to belabor the details, I had also earned some real punishment and he explained that I must take 30 licks from the paddle.  “After each strike I want you to say, ‘thank you, sir, 1…thank you, sir, 2…and so on until you get to 30.  Then if you feel that you’ve had enough, you say ‘thank you, sir, thank you for my punishment.’”  He told me what to say to get more if I felt I needed it but I can’t remember it now.

The paddle hurt…a lot…and when we got to 10 I just didn’t know if I was going to make it to 30.  It stung so bad and I was terrified that he was leaving marks that couldn’t be easily explained away.  He paused just enough between licks to allow me to recover and continue.  By the time he got to 30, the endorphins were coursing through me so fast I felt like I could take some more but was still afraid of the marks.

Fawning Over Falsehoods

I’ve just come out of a brief but intense experience that I must share…sorry again for my absence, I have been too busy misbehaving to write   Now I believe I’ve come back down to earth.

I met a potential Dom on a website, we chatted online quite a bit before we agreed to meet.  I told him all about how I loved to have my hair pulled and choke on cock.

We seemed to connect immediately the first time we met, with common vanilla experiences and interests.  We ended up out in a parking garage when he grabbed me and kissed me for the first time.  In response to my worry that we might be spotted, he invited me into the back seat of his truck.  I watched him transform instantly from a sweet cuddly guy into a full on Dom as he pulled my hair hard.  “Do you want to be my submissive?” he asked me sternly.

“Yes,” I gulped.

“Yes, what?” he demanded.

“Yes, Sir, I want to be your submissive.”

Still pulling my hair painfully hard he kissed me.  “I am so wet right now,” I said smiling.

He put his hand up my skirt and said, “Oh my yes you are.”  He started fucking me with his fingers but I after a minute I struggled, muttering something about fearing being seen.  “I’m not going to let us get caught.  Do you want to stop?”

“Well um…I don’t know.”

“Does it feel good?” he said.

“Oh yes.”

“Why would you want to stop something that feels good?”  I relaxed and closed my eyes.  He still had hold of my hair so that I couldn’t look around.  I felt myself begin to give in to his authority, to believe that he would take care of everything and all I had to do was feel good.”

I came hard and fast.  “What do you want?” he said.

“To please you, Sir.”

“What do you want, Cassie?”

“To touch your cock, Sir.”

“Is that what you want?  To touch it?”  I had a feeling he was waiting for me to say that I wanted it in my mouth, but I was playing a game too, I was waiting for him to say he wanted that.

Rubbing his cock with my hand, I squirmed in my seat, turned on my his arousal.  He moaned and offered praise for a couple minutes.  Then when I thought he was close to coming, he called my name sharply.  I thought he wanted me to stop so I did.  He told me I was a naughty sub for getting him all turned on and leaving him hanging.  “On your knees,” he said.  I got on my knees on the seat and he pulled up my skirt, giving me a nice little spanking for my transgression.

Next thing I knew I was gagging and drooling on his cock just as I’d dreamed.  “Good girl,” he murmured.  It didn’t take long for me to taste his come in my throat.  I was feeling very proud of myself while floating around in a glorious subspace he had created the minute he pulled my hair.

“Well what’s your answer?” he said.

I honestly couldn’t remember what he was talking about.  “I’m sorry Sir my brain kind of stops working when I’m in subspace.”

“Think about it Cassie, what did I ask you?”

After a few minutes of squirming I said, “You asked me if I wanted to be your submissive.”

“That’s right, do you want to be my ONLY submissive?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered again, after a moment’s hesitation.  I really felt like I was signing a contract in blood that I hadn’t even read.  I guess as much as I wanted it I was also afraid of giving up control.

He left me with a few more wondrous kisses as I stumbled out to my car, barely in any shape to drive.  He texted me not long after I drove off, “I am very pleased, and surprised.”

I asked him why he was surprised and he said it was unusual to have such instant chemistry as we had.

For the next week I did not much else but chat, text and think of him.  He promised me many things, not the least of which was he never wanted me to be an object, but a beloved pet.  I loved the idea of secretly being someone’s pet.

Favors, Part 2

I’m sorry dear readers (assuming I have any left) for my hiatus.  I got a little bit involved in something I shouldn’t have, I’ll fill you in on all that in time.  Anyhow, I’m very excited to bring you the REST of the story! 

Just to give you a nice visual, my breasts are fairly large…somewhere between a D and DD with voluptuous areolas and responsive nipples.  Here they were all bound up in soft black ropes, looking quite lovely if I do say so myself.  But there was an unexpected side effect…you see, I didn’t know very much about breast bondage and really thought it was just about appearances.  Boy I was wrong about that.  My breasts aren’t usually all that sensitive, but something about the way the ropes were placed on them set all my nerves on edge.

Jason began to caress them and I lost my mind.  It couldn’t have been more intense if he had his hand directly on my clit.  I trembled and shivered and moaned while he caressed them with his hands and lips, then ordered me back on my knees.  I tentatively lapped at his cock and balls.  As I took it into my mouth again I couldn’t help but put my hand on my pussy, the need was so intense.  I thought he might punish me for doing so but this illicited no reaction from him.  So I let his cock slide out of my mouth and looked up at him.  “I have the desire to be bad, Sir,” I said with a sly smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t want you to come.”

“I will come when *I* am ready but not yet,” he said.  He fucked my throat for a few more minutes before asking me, “Do you want me to fuck  you?”

“Yes, please,  Sir, I want you to fuck me so bad,” I pleaded.  After considering me for a moment he ordered me onto my hands and knees.  Though I wouldn’t mind trying different positions I love the way he feels behind me.

Then something unexpected and wonderful happened, I felt his fingers inside me for the first time.  He had no trouble finding the G-spot and I almost immediately started squirting.  He found the magic button, every time he pressed it more fluid poured out of me.  Before long I was like an animal, clawing at the ground and banging my head on the floor, completely overwhelmed with ecstasy and amazed that he could make me come again and again.

When he stopped and I finally began to float back to reality, he held me in his arms.  “Thank you,” I said, “That was amazing.  You know, I tried to be an object but I’m sorry, I missed you.”

All too soon I had to go, stepping out of our place, out of time, out of space.  It really feels like I’m emerging from a cave (or dungeon) where nothing exists but the two of us.

Favors, Part 1

At long last Jason and I were able to meet again last night.  It had been so long I think both of us felt a little awkward.  I sat down on the couch next to him and he asked me, “What do you want to do?”

I shrugged and smiled, “Whatever you want to do.”  I had forgotten how his smile lit up his face.  Our lips met and my hands caressed his face, his chest, and his arms…trying to get my fill of him since I didn’t know when we might meet again.  His breath in my ear made me immediately wet.  Drinking in his scent, I used my tongue stud to trace his cheek and lick his ear.  I caressed his thighs through his jeans and he pushed my hand into his crotch.  “I love how your body remembers me,” I murmured as I felt that he was already hard.  I couldn’t wait to feel him, I didn’t want to wait for him to make me submit, I just wanted to experience him.  I opened his pants and touched his beautiful cock with a smile.

Wanting to give the tongue stud treatment to his other ear, I straddled him.  We ground against each other as he squeezed me hard, trapping one of my arms so that I couldn’t touch him.  My clit swelled against his cock in my panties as he pinched my nipple and spanked my ass a few times.  I thought I might come, I wanted to, but was unsure what he wanted.

I fell to my knees and he stood in front of me.  Before going to work on his cock which I so desperately wanted in my mouth, I kissed his feet and ran my tongue stud up each leg.  Then I lapped at the tip, waiting for him to tell me to take it in my mouth.  He gagged me a few times but mostly let me play, offering occasional instructions and telling me what a good girl I was.  Stopping me he said, “That’s a very good girl, but I don’t want to come yet.”  He pushed me back against the side of the other couch and said, “I’m going to go find some rope, you probably want to take your shirt off.”

When he came back with the rope he beckoned me to the middle of the room and help out his hand to help me stand up.  “Put your arms up.”  I started out with them straight out but as he worked, I found it easier to put them on my head.  I’m trying to find a picture of what it looked like but I’m having a little trouble…I wish I would have asked him to take one because they were beautiful!

Footstool, Part 2

Any inhibitions I may have had faded away as I enjoyed being responsible for the desire of four men.  None of them could compare to Jason’s gorgeous manhood but all of the lust in the room made me crazy.  I never felt so much like an object…and never dreamed I would enjoy it so much.

It all felt a little strange and surreal.  Though I couldn’t help but enjoy myself a  little part of me was sad that Jason didn’t treasure me enough to keep me for himself.  But mostly I felt honored that he prized me enough to share me with his friends.

As if he sensed what I was thinking, he announced, “Her pussy is mine, everything else is fair game.”

“Awww, come on,” Alan protested, “It’s so wet and hot.”

“Hey, she’s mine, I’m just letting you play with her so you have to follow my rules.”  Jason was dominating both them and me, how delicious.  His cock still bulged, he had removed it from his jeans and was absentmindedly stroking it.  I squirmed as my pussy longed to be filled by it.

Meanwhile, Brandon’s eyes were closed, his face a mask of ecstasy as I ran my tongue almost absentmindedly around his cock.  It was hard to concentrate on any one thing with everything that was going on around me.  Caleb had stopped spanking me and was running his finger around my asshole.  Jason smacked my face hard, bringing me back to the moment.  “Concentrate on what you’re doing, slut!”  He pushed my head toward Brandon until I gagged and held it there.

Brandon’s eyes flew open and he exclaimed, “Holy crap!”

“Look at me,” Jason demanded and I raised my eyes to meet his, “You are doing this for MY pleasure, don’t you forget that.”  He smacked my face again and I never broke eye contact with him as I resumed my concentration on Brandon’s cock.  Alan continued to play with my breasts, pinching every so often to remind me he was there.  Caleb had pushed a lubed finger into my ass while rubbing the red welts from my spanking with the other hand.  He chuckled when I gagged and my ass pushed against his finger.

“I’m coming,” Brandon exclaimed as he shot his load into my mouth.

“Oh yeah, good girl,” Jason praised, “Good little slut.  Now come with me.”  He pulled me roughly over to the couch.  He slid a condom on and asked me to climb on.  Jason clamped his hand over my mouth and I felt Caleb pushing at my ass from behind.  Even with Jason’s hand covering my mouth my scream of pain and pleasure from being filled by two cocks could be heard clearly.  I held my body still and let the orgasm tear through me when Caleb’s dick slowly found the pleasure spot deep in my ass.

Jason smacked by breast and grabbed my head to turn toward Alan who was on his knees next to us, stroking himself.  “Open wide,” he instructed, “And you better keep your teeth to yourself.”

There was nothing I could do but submit so I luxuriated in it.  I had no other function in the world than to pleasure these men but first and foremost to please Jason, to make him proud of me, to make his friends envy that he owned me.

Who knows how much time passed as I floated there, coming again and again, soaking Jason’s lap with my juices every time Alan gagged me with his cock.  The next thing I knew Jason laid me on the floor with he and his friends standing over me.  As I lay there panting, soaking and bruised they came all over me.

Somewhere in the distance I heard Jason say, “You guys can hang out or go if you want but I’m going to take her in my room for a while.”  He picked me up and laid me on his bed.  Lying next to me he held me and stroked me gently as I trembled.  “You did so well,” he murmured, “You’re my girl, my good girl.”

Footstool, Part 1

So I texted Jason the other night and he thrilled me by replying, “Hanging out at my place with friends, come by if you want.”

I was so nervous when I walked through his door, seeing three young guys with Jason, enjoying some beverages.  He patted the couch next to me and said, “Come sit down, Cassie.”  I sat next to him and he casually put his arm around me.  “These are my buddies, Alan, Brandon, and Caleb.  I’ve been telling them how amazing you are.”

I blushed and said hello to the boys, all young and attractive of course.  Jason surprised me by grabbing my hair and pulling my lips to his.  His erection, as always, was unmistakable and my pussy responded in kind, despite the audience.  There was some coughing and chuckling in the room from the other men.  Jason’s hand unabashedly clutched my breast, squeezing hard until I moaned in pain, forgetting anything except my desire to please him.

He pulled my head back by my hair again and this time threw me to the ground.  Startled, I cried out as his bare foot came down gently on my face.  “You like that don’t you?”  A stifled cry escaped my throat and he said, “Speak up.  Do you need me to hurt you?  Even though my friends are here?”

“Yes, Sir, if it pleases you,” I said, regaining my senses a bit.

Removing his foot from my face he ordered me to my feet.  “Take off your clothes.”  I looked only into his eyes as I obeyed.  I felt his friends moving closer to me and began to tremble.  “You’re my object, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then I can use you as I see fit.  And I would like to share you with my friends, just like I share my apartment, my books, or my food.”

“Yes, Sir,” I gulped, trying not to smile, still feeling a bit self-conscious being naked in front of these strangers.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I complied, feeling the adrenaline already coursing through me from this unexpected situation.  Jason left the room and his friends circled around me.  When he returned he dropped a handful of condoms in front of me.  “I don’t think we’ll be needing the ropes today,” he said.  “You are going to be completely cooperative.”

My breathing quickened but I didn’t reply.  He pulled my head up to meet his eyes again and my body relaxed automatically.  He moved around behind me and began to spank, his friends still making comments that I couldn’t really make out.  They took turns, each with a different stroke.   Jason came around and put his hand on my neck, squeezing slightly while Caleb continued the spanking.  “Look at her pussy, you can tell how wet it’s getting already,” Jason said.

Alan’s hand shot between my legs and I moaned and squirmed as he nonchalantly stroked my clit.  “Very nice,” he murmered, removing his hand and smelling it.

“Who wants to be the first to try my slut’s mouth?” Jason asked, his hand still on my neck.  “You can’t wait, can you, Cassie?”

“If it pleases you, Sir,” I said.

“Oh geez, Jason, you are a lucky man,” Brandon said.  “I will definitely try that slut’s mouth.”  Jason pulled me up to meet Brandon’s cock, it was thick and shorter than Jason’s with lots of hair around the balls.

Jason forcefully pulled my hands behind my back and Brandon grabbed my head.  “Go ahead and lick it,” Jason said, his voice kept me steady.  My tongue flicked out and Brandon moaned.  “Isn’t that stud nice?”

“Oh yeah, it feels amazing.”  I knew Brandon meant it because I could already taste the pre-come on my tongue.  He pressed his cock into my mouth and I sucked hard.  Part of me wanted to see how quickly I could make him come so I could move on to the next one.

Meanwhile I felt Alan’s hands begin to explore my breasts.  “Pinch them, twist them, she really likes that,” Jason said.  Alan complied and I squeaked, my pussy contracting.  I could feel Jason’s cock pushing on my neck from behind, and Alan and Caleb stood on either side of me with their cocks in their hands.  Any inhibitions I may have had faded away as I enjoyed being responsible for the desire of four men.  None of them could compare to Jason’s gorgeous manhood but all of the lust in the room made me crazy.  I never felt so much like an object…and never dreamed I would enjoy it so much.

Fair Game

I was thinking it is kind of funny that although this blog is called Cassie Fettered or freedbyfetters, fetters are actually foot chains and aside from being bound spread eagle to a bed a couple times, I haven’t had much experience having my feet tied.  When I first started playing with Jason, before we had built trust, having my feet free helped me feel more secure.  I’m much stronger from the waist down anyway.

Mistress made a comment about a lovely illustration in The Loving Dominant of a woman hogtied.  Though it looks pretty, it doesn’t seem to me that is a very practical position for much of anything and certainly couldn’t be used for long periods of time.  I’ve fantasized about playing with a spreader bar.

Mistress was actually the one who came up with Fettered, brilliant mind that she is.  I love the poetry of it, I think about the term un-fettered and how it brings to mind Victorian women running wild.  I love the irony of the truth that I have been able to free my mind, my spirit, and my imagination through experiencing bondage and submission.

Fishing

I have really been stressing about Master’s reaction to my last couple posts.  I wavered about whether or not I should post about other men on “our” blog, but I felt strongly that those events were enhanced, or even inspired, by the experiences I had with Jason.  We talked once about polyamory, he was intrigued by the idea, so my hope is he understands that I am no less his when I do these things.  In fact, I was thinking about him the whole time, LOL!

I, myself, though I have yet to keep my jealous feelings completely in check, have a very strong voyeuristic streak that helps me out in that department.  Doug listed off all the women he’s been fooling around with lately and I can’t stop thinking about what he does with them.  I started fantasizing about him telling me exactly what he does with them, how their bodies are shaped, what their faces look like when they squirt, whether or not they like to be gagged.

I’m sure Master has other women too and sometimes I think the same thing as well.  What sweet torture it would be for him to say, “Jennifer really liked this when I did it to her.”  But my jealousy with him is all about time, though I have no care for what he does day to day, I do wish he had more time for me.

If Neil ever gets a girlfriend I hope he’ll share with me all the details as well.  He worries that he might like someone else better than me but I look forward to the things he’ll learn from someone new.

Mistress is going out of town with another woman this weekend and I told her if things get wild she needed to tell me everything!  She obviously shares my voyeuristic streak because she loves to read this and hear all about my escapades.  Every now and then I wonder if I do something just so I can tell her about it later.  She and I talk about how much fun it would be to be in a situation where we can watch other people fooling around…though I’m beginning to wonder if those situations actually exist.  The first time she gave me a very sound spanking we had an audience, she said it helped her perform better.  I certainly enjoyed knowing someone else was getting off on my punishment.