Facelift

“Why are you lying in bed?” he demanded, observing me curled up under the covers.

“Ummm, I don’t know. Lying in wait, I guess.”

“Sit up,” he said, the new aura of Domination in his familiar eyes made every cell in my body hum with curiosity and excitement.

Pulling off his shirt, he tied it around my face as a blindfold. My hands reached out to caress his waist and thighs but he commanded, “Don’t touch me!” I kept my hands beside me on the bed as his explored my pussy.

After a moment my hands instinctively reached back to touch his skin but I realized myself, quickly jerking them back. “It’s alright,” he assured me, “If I hadn’t wanted you to touch me I would have tied your hands.”

I smiled and reached for him, enjoying the sensation of touching without seeing. Sensually I caressed his chest, hips and thighs before my hands found his cock, already rock hard and begging for me.

“Do you want to kiss it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted to add ‘Sir’ but we had not discussed how he wanted me to address him. I waited, still feeling his hardness between my hands despite the fact that my mouth ached for it.

“Very good,” he said, “You didn’t do it. Now you may kiss it.” I complied. “Put it all the way in your mouth.”

Opening wide I eagerly plunged my mouth on his cock, slowly feeling the head hit the back of my throat but not gagging. He asked me to stop and said, “Can you do better than that?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Try again,” he said. This time I plunged it deeper in, possibly only by a millimeter but I wanted to take it all, I wanted to swallow it, to please and impress him utterly. He moaned and I started moving my tongue around and gently massaging his balls with my hands.

Next thing I knew he threw me roughly onto my belly on the bed and plunged his cock into my soaking wet pussy. This moment had alluded me for so long, I longed for him to forcefully take me and allow his animal lust to surface. I squirmed and moaned in response to his thrusts, my movements displaced the make shift blind fold and it uncomfortably covered my mouth so I shook it farther down until it rested around my neck.

I gasped as he pulled out and threw me onto my back. “I didn’t say you could take off the blindfold!”

“I’m sorry,” I said as he replaced it, refraining from trying to make excuses.

It didn’t really matter if I my eyes were covered, I was blinded with sheer delight. Only my sense of touch mattered, all my nerves standing at attention and my pussy on fire, experiencing every touch as if it were the last.

He entered me from the front this time and I squirted again and again, nothing in my mind but surrendering to ecstasy. I’m not even sure how I heard it but my alarm clock started going off. The beeping started out softly and gradually got louder and louder. Finally I mentioned it and Neil suggested that I just ignore it. I tried, but it got louder and more insistent, making me want to scream. Pride welled up in me when I realized my distractible spouse ignored it completely.

Finally he reluctantly removed himself from me to turn it off. There I lay on my back naked except for the shirt tied around my eyes, sweat glistening on me, my every cell body begging for him to be inside me again. My body trembled as the adrenaline and endorphins coursed through me but no thoughts at all crossed my mind, I existed entirely in the moment. The joy felt like a light radiating from me, I never imagined that my husband could make me feel like this.

Suddenly his voice in my ear startled me out of my stupor, “Are you having fun?”

“Yes,” I breathed. He straddled my waist and presenting his cock nearly out of my reach as his hand caressed my soaking wet yoni. I strained my neck forward so that I could kiss and lick it. He reacted with glee each time I squirted over his hand. He licked me once before driving his dick back in my begging pussy.

“Come for me,” he said. Oh, how I wanted to right that minute but it felt so close yet so far away. I knew it was taking too long but I rolled toward my orgasm, my body tensing up and feeling the many sensations I had experienced through this night concentrate right in my cunt. The build up was excruciating. I wanted nothing more than to come on command for him, to show him and reward him for being exactly what I needed. Finally the release, the contractions started in the muscles surrounding his cock and reverberating through the rest of my writhing, moaning body.

“You took too long,” he said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I muttered, barely able to make my brain form words.

He pulled out and came for me all over my belly. I smiled and admired the beautiful pattern it made, feeling so special and happy and complete.

Friends Find Each Other

I’ve been flirting around with my friend Allen, probably for a few months now.   I always thought he was hot since we met through mutual friends but I was excited to stumble across his profile on a fetish website.  After that I could barely contain myself.  I just wanted him to spank me so badly.
So far we’d only gotten as far as a few near misses, he lit my fire one night by kissing me, biting me, and pulling my hair.  But I turned him down when he invited me back to his place.
Finally our orbits intersected when he texted me the other night while I was out dancing.  I told him I would probably be out until 2am.

“I’ll be asleep but if you want I can give you directions and you can come over and wake me up,” he said.

“Oh but why hell yes,” I responded, excited that we might finally get our chance.

So he sent directions to his house with the instructions, “Be naked.”

I suspected he did not even expect me to show but there was no way I was going to let the opportunity slip away one more time.

With my heart racing I pulled up to his house and took a deep breath.  I was more nervous about sneaking into a dark house than anything else that might ensue.  All these crazy thoughts were running through my head.  What if it’s the wrong house?  What if I sneak into the wrong bedroom?  What if some one else is there?  Doesn’t he have a roommate?
The door was unlocked and I could not stop grinning as I tried to creep in quietly in my black high heeled, knee high boots.  I found what I thought to be his room and it was so dark I only hoped the lump in the bed was him.  I closed the door most of the way and stripped off my clothes…all except for my boots.  I thought he would either love me naked except for my boots or he would punish me for not following his instructions explicitly.  Either one was fine with me.

He was still sound asleep until I began to slip into the bed with him.  “Well hello there,” he said.

“Hello,” I said.

We kissed.  I was delighted to find him naked as well.  He wasted no time moving his fingers to my pussy.  The first time I came, he reprimanded me, “Did I give you permission to come?”  His voice was deep, sexy and commanding yet teasing, it gave me a chill inside and pulled me back into the moment, there with him…Allen, who I had waited so long for his touch.

“No, Sir,” I panted.  But he kept working me relentlessly with his fingers, I felt completely out of control.  I threw my head back and grabbed his head board but he quickly stopped saying, “Uh-uh-uh, not yet.”

Allan laid down on the bed and I kissed him passionately, biting him a little, shaking my ass, trying desperately to goad him into biting me or pulling my hair so hard as I craved.  He knew I could barely wait to taste his cock but I wanted him to tell me, to make me do it.  Finally I whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“I’d like to feel that tongue ring I’ve heard so much about,” he said slyly.

I started by licking his ear, his neck and shoulders, down his chest, spending a few seconds on his nipples, then his thighs.  Finally I descended on his cock and balls.  I wanted to take my time but my mind is about as undisciplined as my pussy, I could not wait to feel it against the back of my throat.

He had one hand in my pussy when he pushed my head down until I gagged.  He responded with glee as I flooded his hand.

The first time his hand landed on my ass with a smack it stung so good just like I had imagined it would.  As he spanked me he kept his fingers inside of me so that he could feel my pussy respond, “That’s a very nice cunt you have there,” he said, “But it really needs to learn some control.”  I tried so hard not to come as the blows continued to crack against my ass.  He put his hand against my neck and I’ll bet he felt my pussy respond to that too.  I’ve been known to squirt just from that action alone, but I was trying to hold back.  As I said I have trouble putting all the details in order but I do remember him squeezing just a bit, with his hand still working diligently and gasping for breath a few short moments.

“Have you ever been fisted?” he asked.

My response was unintelligible because his cock was still in my mouth.  “What was that?”

I giggled and spit out his dick long enough to say, “Yes.”

“Sit up,” he commanded.  With me in a squatting position, he began working his hand into my soaking wet pussy.  Though he worked slowly and patiently, I don’t think he made it all the way in.  It was a bit difficult for me to relax and yet not allow myself to come.  The intense feeling of being filled up sends me over the moon.

He pushed me down on all fours and rubbed his cock against my ass.

“Stay right there,” he said and he walked into the bathroom.  I stayed there, trembling, wondering what he was doing, wishing he was putting on a condom so he could fuck me but knowing that was too much to hope for.

He came back with a hand towel he put under me and I think he had put some lube on his hand which he aggressively fucked me with while spanking me from time to time.  Finally he hugged my ass and murmured in a deliciously sultry voice, “Come for me.”

My whole body burned with pleasure but after trying to be a good girl and holding back so long, I just could not do it right away.  But when I finally did it was a fountain, rendering the little hand towel he brought in completely useless in a matter of seconds.

I don’t really remember him laying back down on the bed, such intense g-spot stimulation renders me completely brainless.  I do remember positioning myself straddling his thigh with his hand still working me over while I played with his dick.  Even if he wasn’t going to fuck me I wanted him to really feel my squirt.  I surged twice, soaking his leg and everything else.  But he didn’t stop there.   He kept working me until I collapsed over him gasping, “I can’t stop,” and allowed myself to convulse as the fluid gushed out of me.  That is such a scrumptiously scary and overwhelming feeling.  I used to not understand what “forced orgasm” meant.  At times like these I understand completely, I feel as if it’s nearly too intense and a little embarrassing as I completely lose control and soak everything in sight as my whole body is completely enveloped in ecstasy.

Then I went to rubbing my tits on his dick while licking it a little, wishing he would give me some more instruction on what he wanted.  He said he wanted to put his cock in my cunt so bad but and I looked at him slyly while licking his balls and said, “so what is it, you don’t have any condoms or you are just too respectable?”  I felt so sassy, even after the pounding he had just given me.  I knew good and well he wasn’t going to let me have his cock inside me but I couldn’t help teasing.

Finally he threw me roughly over onto my back.  I squealed with delight as he straddled my hips, and grabbed his cock saying, “Where do you want this?”

“In my pussy.”

He said, “NO!  Where do you want this load?”

Overwhelmed by the moment I just said, “Wherever you want it, baby.”  Instantly I wished I had said my mouth, how I love to taste the fruits of my labors.

But I was pleasantly surprised when let it fly.  I laughed gleefully and exclaimed, “You squirt too!”  I felt a shower on my chest but some of it actually flew over my head.  When I got up and started to get dressed I found some in my hair and my ear too!

As he was pulling his soaking wet sheets from the bed he said he was pretty amazed, he had never seen so much fluid that was “not pee.”  That made me feel pretty special since I knew he had some experience with squirters.  I made fun of him for thinking a little hand towel could contain my squirts, I really thought he had fair warning.

I hope we get to play again and he lets me please him more thoroughly.  It’s nice to have someone I know and trust to play with.  I hope, too, that he will feel more comfortable unleashing on me, pulling my hair till my eyes water and forcing that fist as deep inside me as he wants.

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.

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 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.

Faucet

So yeah, I’ve tried to leave it off the blog but it’s just getting too relevant to my story…I have a vanilla SO at home.  I got home so wet and riled up from the little incident with Doug in the car that I couldn’t wait to get some more.  I had this wild thought that maybe now since I’d had my fix of submission I might be able to use some of the tricks I’ve been learning on Neil.  He’s been saying that he wishes I’m more aggressive, I just wasn’t sure I had it in me.

He must have had a nice dream because his cock was just begging for some attention when I came to bed.  I put the tongue ring straight to work, but my soaking wet pussy had other ideas.  Once the floodgates have been opened, I can’t stop them.  I climbed on top of him and lost my mind, squirting over and over again.  He loved the warm feeling of my juices running down his balls as I rode him.  My hand moved to his neck and tugged his hair a bit but couldn’t really read his reaction, though he didn’t stop moaning or seem surprised or upset.

Sitting up straight, I put my hands behind my neck so that when he opened his eyes he saw my breasts bouncing beautifully.  “I think I’m ready to take a more active role,” he said.  I got on all fours and he took me from behind, still stimulating my g-spot so much that I can’t even recall the details, out of my mind with desire, is all I can say.  Sometimes I get bored or tired after a half hour or so but this night I felt like I could go on forever.

He said he didn’t think he was going to be able to come and I begged, “Please don’t stop.”  We flipped to missionary position and I had a really rocking clitoral orgasm.  I asked him if he was losing feeling in his cock which sometimes happens when we have marathon sessions, he admitted that he was.  So I decided to try something different.  He couldn’t feel anything there so I’ll give him something else to feel.  Now he was kind of beside and behind me so I dug my nails into his thigh as hard as I could.  It had to hurt a lot but he didn’t protest.  After a few minutes he said “Don’t stop digging your nails into me,” he said.  So I did that for a little while longer, enjoying another squirt, and trying pulling his hair a bit more.

“Here get on your back again,” I said, climbing on him in reverse.  I was too wet to keep him from sliding out so he started masturbating right over my ass.  It felt so titillating, so objectifying, I almost squirted again without even being touched on my tender bits.  He’s stick it inside me to get some more all natural lube and then keep going.

I wish I could find a way to convince him how beneficial polyamory is for our sex life.  Right now I’m just trying to find him a girlfriend and maybe he’ll start to see the light.  Then again it is probably better that I keep my lovers in secret because I would get much too wild if I had permission.

Falling Down

I have been really bored at work lately, not many customers and the time goes by really slow.  So I decided to call a former lover, friend, and regular customer, Doug, to see if he could stop by and entertain me.  He also knows what it is to be an addict, so I wanted to bounce some of my feelings about that off of him as well.  He was busy so we just exchanged pleasantries and hung up.

The universe plays great jokes on us sometimes, I have been experiencing that a lot lately.  The car needed gas so after work I drove over to the gas station but I was smoking a cigarette so I drove through the parking lot of the nearby grocery store until I could finish it.  There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot and one of them looked familiar but I thought, “It couldn’t be,” and went about my business.

I was finished pumping my gas and Doug pulled up next to me, grinning, “Hi Cassie, I though that was your car but I couldn’t believe it.”  I smiled sheepishly and walked over to his car.  “So were you just calling me because you were bored or did you want sex?”

“I was just bored.”

He didn’t believe me.  I had been trying hard to stay away from him since Jason and I hooked up, but sometimes I felt like Doug was the only one who really understood me, sometimes I needed him to help keep me in check, to remind me that I couldn’t go running away from my life and go live in a dungeon somewhere.  But he also helped me reclaim my sexuality, taught me how to squirt, and showed me how much fun it was to gag…so there was always an unmistakable chemistry between us.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Well yeah, I guess, I’m doing pretty well…it’s just…sometimes I feel like I’m going to wig out.”

“Come on, let’s go over to the parking lot and talk.”

Instead of pulling into the grocery store parking lot he drove over next door to the parking lot of an empty building.  We parked so our windows were facing each other and talked for a while.  He tried to invite me back to his place but I said I didn’t have time.  “Okay well get out of the car and let me give you a hug,” he said.

We both got out and I reached for him.  He grabbed me and stuck his hands right down my pants, straight to my clit.  I pushed him away and for a few moments I actually meant it.  “Stop it,” he said, “Be quiet.” I looked around as cars idly passed through a drive-thru a few hundred yards from us and melted, I wanted nothing more than to be forced to come standing right there in the parking lot.  I pressed my body against him as he leaned on my car and let the sensation wash over me, crying and moaning all at the same time.  I didn’t want to give in, I knew if I did it would only prove my hopeless addiction.  But Doug wasn’t going to let me say no, he was willing to risk his neck to make the situation too titillating for me to resist.  It was a new twist, he constantly resisted me for fear of “getting caught” but now he was taking me right in public.  I thought I could go to him to talk about my addiction, but now I realize because he understands my addiction, he uses it to get to me.

“Get in the car,” he said.  We got in my car and he ordered me to open my pants and lean back my seat.  I didn’t even need a rope, he had forced me to submit and now I was imprisoned between the raw need to feel his fingers pounding against my g-spot and the desire to do the right thing.  Crying and moaning and squirming out of control, pumping his cock with my hands, I soaked his fingers and my pants again and again as he murmured encouraging words.

I fell on his cock, licking it as he moaned, begging me to suck it.  Sucking hard, I let it hit the back of my throat and gagged, squirting again myself without even being touched.  A pool of saliva formed around his balls in his pants and I dearly hoped we weren’t soaking the car.  I didn’t care any more if we were seen, I was completely in the moment aggressively sucking his cock and running my tongue stud over its ridge.  Catching his come in my mouth, the sour taste brought back so many memories.  I drank it down and recovered for only a moment before saying, “I really have to get going.”

We got out of the car and he sat on the hood of his.  I looked into the blue eyes that always drove me crazy and said, “I guess I know now that we aren’t really friends.”

“Oh, come on don’t say that,” he protested.  “We’re good friends.  It’s just, well, I can’t ignore the chemistry between us.”

“I know, I can’t either,” I sighed.

We hugged goodbye I got back in my car.  “I love you,” he called after me.

“I love you, too,” I said.  We never meant it in a romantic way but we had known each other for nearly 5 years.  So we were in fact good enough friends  to love each other.  But my illusion that we could ever be platonic friends was shattered and I was not without sadness about that.  Still, our encounter had left me feeling calmer.  The storm I felt inside me from missing Jason was quelled, at least for a little while.  My addiction had been fed and I had my “fix” for the day.

However the story does not end there…I arrived home to find my SO in bed with a huge hard on…

Fairy Tale Fists

My last visit with Mistress was similarly abridged, unfortunately.  Trying to coordinate our 3 busy schedules is torture in and of itself.  But she and I were able to set aside a few minutes in anticipation of trying out the new tongue stud as well.  For her I broke out one of my new tickler studs.  We threw off our clothes, wanting to waste no time and fell into each others arms.  I tried to be patient, to tease, to run my tongue over her ear, around her nipples and other sensitive places on her body.  But it had been nearly a month since I tasted her sweet nectar and the excitement was way too much for me.

In hindsight I think I might have done better to save the novelty tongue rings for later, because I found it a bit hard to control.  I was so used to feeling my way around to the hot spots but the tickler made it hard to tell what I was doing due to its large size.  But I’m sure she doesn’t mind letting me get in some more practice.  Sometimes it’s hard for me to write in detail about what we do…I get so lost in the ecstasy and in tune with her body that it’s almost like I cease to exist, my mind tunes out and I am simply a vessel for pleasure.

I do remember, however when she flipped me over and started working her finger magic on me.  I was already soaking wet from the stimulation of eating her pussy, so her fingers slid easily inside me and started stroking the magical G-spot.  There are so many erogenous zones for me but the G-spot causes me nearly more pleasure than I can bear.  My head rolls back, my back arches, and sounds come out of me that I barely recognize.  Complete loss of control is the only way I can describe it.  Combine that with the full feeling of her little fist inside of me and I don’t even know my name anymore.

Once she got her fist inside of me she positioned herself over me and started playing at different ways of hurting me.  A little bite there, a little pinch here.  When her hand reached for my neck, I felt myself squirting again.  She played the edge just a little, squeezing more, restricting my breath just barely.  A fleeting thought came through my head that she was going to send me off to work with a hand-shaped bruise on my neck.  But bliss and emotion overcame any reservations I might have about that.  Squirting again and again, I could barely breathe but as I felt her body on top of me, her pleasure rising in her as well I became astounded at the connection I felt, at the amount of love I had for her and she for me.  As I whimpered and struggled for breath, I lived only for her.  And unlike Jason my “casual” friend, we shared out bond both emotionally and physically.  It gave a whole new dimension to the play, a whole new reason to take the pain and give her pleasure.

If I hadn’t had to run off to work I probably would have cried in her arms.  I know I can’t be hers forever, we have places to go and things to do in our lives.  But I want to savor every moment, to feel the love between us grow, to watch her blossom into an exquisite Domme right before my very eyes.

Of course both Master and Mistress have left me with a terrible hankering for a spankering.  It pains me to think that I don’t know the next time my ass might be properly sore.