every time she thinks about their next session, her heart pounds, her face flushes  with excitement, thoughts tumbling through the roiling conduits of her brain like a mountain river after a spring storm, she lives for this she thinks, a man who constantly challenges her, tests her, pushes her to her limits and beyond, allows her to give in to the desire to throw the yoke of convention off her delicate shoulders, she finds him there, waiting, with his quiet grace and acceptance, his concerned yet somehow  stolid presence,  his confident arrogance at once frustrating yet so entrancing…

it isn’t love she thinks, knowing neither one of them could go down that path, but there is a deep and profound trust, a compatibility of personality, a comfort knowing that any subject was open for discussion, that candor and forthrightness was somehow sufficient, that the exchange of the male/female dynamic worked, they mesh, they laugh, they live with their sensual pleasures without guilt or the worry about what others think, they have each other for good times, and let tomorrow come what may.

comes friday night, she floats home from work, distracted and a bit bemused about her ever increasing anticipation, she throws off her clothes as she walks to the bathroom to shower, with that ache that starts at the base of the spine with want, her desire palpable, she wants nothing more than to position the shower head towards her pussy, wants to feel that pulsing pleasure on her clit, the warm flow, her knees weak, she wants to but, no, she cannot, he has ordered her never to touch herself without his permission, that somehow he would know, this man, this entrancing intriguing man whose perceptive abilities border on the paranormal, he would know and punish her, and punishment would be… oh god, what temptation, she thinks, but no. she will be obedient…

exiting the shower, she dries herself, with her desire checked but rising, she carefully pats herself dry, yet the soft chenilled caress of her towel makes her nipples tautly erect, her skin sensitive, her vagina and anus full of hungry longing to be full, she wants his essence in her, she wants him everywhere, she licks her trembling lips in ravenous want, to feel his upon hers, their tongues darting, his kisses somehow touch her in some deep and profoundly meaningful place in her psyche, she loses herself in wonder, thinking of his power, how he grabs the back of her neck as he hurts her, with the pleasure/pain driving her to deep jungian places, to a spot where nothing but immediacy exists, of sensuality and elemental joy, how she lives for it, hungers, and thinks, my god, if he ever goes, i will waste away…

in his text he tells her to drive to a place outside the city, an area she doesn’t know, she wonders what is in store for her, she worries about using her gps, she is so bad at it, laughs at her teenage angst at the thought of being late, how it would displease him, has gone onto her computer ten times to review the route.

she dresses herself exactly as he wants, wonders why lingerie and heels does nothing for him, yet she knows what soft cotton bikinis and a tight tank top with no bra do for him, she would put on a potato sack if that is what he wants, her desire so strong to lose herself within his wishes, and laughs ironically the recollection of going to target to buy inexpensive underwear, laughs at women and their propensity to buy expensive slinky lingerie.

short skirt and man tailored blouse go over her underwear, she knows he doesn’t care about shoes, she puts on her sexiest, loves how it makes her walk a certain way, she spends too much time in front of the mirror, worrying if he will like how she looks, she and her thoughts wander to their last session, which makes her so wet she needs to change her panties… she does so, and feeling silly, she puts a pad on to ensure she will be perfect for him, she wants everything to be right, she knows her drive will be full of anticipatory thoughts, she hopes she can pay attention to the road.

she drives, she arrives, and notifies him. he texts her to come around the back of the building, exit the car, and wait, and stand facing her car door, and of course, without hesitation, with her eager nerve-tingling expectancy rising exponentially, she does so, she looks around in the dark, seeing nothing, the quiet night shattering her adrenaline filled thoughts, she waits, tense, taut, yet aching with desire…

do not turn around, she hears a husky whispered voice say, or you will be hurt. do what you are told, and you will be ok. disobey, and you will regret it.. she is stunned…is it him? it almost sounds like him, but she never heard this tone of voice…she obeys, feels his presence get closer, do not move, the voice says, as blinders are put over her eyes, rough hands wrap her wrists, forcing arms behind her, she hears the raspy tearing sound of duck tape, feels its sticky tight binding as he wraps it around her wrists, feels his body brushing her back, tries to perceive if it feels like him, but she cannot tell, she cannot, her heart starts to sink, the suddenly panicked and overwhelmingly alarming fear overtakes her she want to say something, but as soon as he ties her arms behind her, he wraps a scarf around her mouth, ties it taughtly around her head, he says nothing, she inhales deeply through her nose, to see if she recognizes his smell, she listens for his breathing, is it him or not? has she made a fatal mistake?

he tells her he is going to have his way with her, here, and then somewhere secret, where no one will hear her if she screams. do as you are told, obey me now, and later you might even enjoy this.. she nods her head vigorously no, she will not, she cannot, yet inside her soft and soon to be yielding delicate defense, she hopes that this new experience will take her to new levels, the danger, the unknowing sends electric waves of pleasure through her body.

he presses her against the car, she feels the heat of his crotch on her ass, tries once again to sense if it is him, yet cannot, she wonders if anyone can see them in this dark yet public area, she feels his hand run delicate traces around her waist, slowly rising towards her breasts, he cups them outside her shirt, briefly, her nipples rigid darts, he feels them pressing from within, centers his hands on them , deftly rolling her nipples between his fingers, she moans, the sensation coursing directly to her clit, to that inner spot somewhere below the spine that starts the process, he laughs with cruel and intentional enjoyment knowing he is making her dance, she the marionette, he plucks her strings, and she dances to his sinuous and purposeful machinations… and he pinches his fingers tight, very tight, as she cries out in pain, he hushes her, be quiet, take it, take what is given to you, because i know this is what you seek, go with it, give in, disengage from thought, give in… give in.. to me…

he opens her blouse, runs his hands under her tank top, brushing her stomach with soft tipped fingers, she shudders, his hands, up and down, she wants her nipples played with again, yet somehow he knows and refuses, he tickles her, teases, and as he does, he nuzzles her neck, makes her heart leap, he nibbles her ear, bites her neck, she feels his warm sweet breath on her, his male essence, his faint growls, he whispers she will be his, every inch of her, he is going to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her tight little asshole, and moreover, her mind. she shudders and almost comes in response, it sounds like him she thinks, and yet, and yet.. i still don’t know…

he once again rolls her taut nipples around his finger, first gently, then with a forceful twisting, the pain/pleasure wracking her with desire, she feels his hard cock pressing against her ass, she wants to feel him grind on her, yet fearful to move, she moans behind the scarf, as he stops, pulls away. saying and doing nothing, she tries to perceive what is next…

turn around.  his voice shatters the silence, as instantly she spins around, eagerly awaiting. i am going to inspect my piece of meat, he whispers, her face reddens at the humiliating insult, she is at once appalled yet eager, his hands lift her mini skirt above her waist, she somehow feels his eyes staring at her mound, her shame and unwilling excitement once again rising, he brushes her pussy with his hand, softly, with one finger he runs it up and down, from clit to lips, she feels embarrassed at her instant wet response, once again she hears that laugh, it is him, only he laughs at such a time, yet still not sure, she opens hers legs a little, her desire, her need, outpacing her insecurity, she has gone to that place, time and space do not exist outside this immediate instant….

he continues to press against her pussy, his motions demonstrating how well he knows to play her corporeal strings, he presses, rolls her clit through her lips, she is panting, her anticipatory exhilaration rises, she wants him in her, almost says it out loud, and he stops. waits. says nothing.

grabbing her by her hips, he spins her around, presses her chest against the car, and pulls her hips out. she is helpless against his strength, she revels in it, she wants to encompass it, this fantastic energy… with her ass jutting out, she waits, knowing he is staring at it, wonders what he will do next, waits, and feels his hands on her hips. she startles at his touch, an involuntary groan escapes her, he laughs, as his hands run around her cheeks, her thighs, that soft part of her leg that comes close to her sweet spots, so sensitive, he knows how to tease her softly, then rub harder, yet he avoids her holes, she wants him to touch her, put his fingers in her, she wants that fullness, please touch my cunt, touch my asshole, fuck me fuck me, let me feel your hard cock splitting me apart, please, she thinks, yet dare not verbalize…

minutes an eternity, he pulls her legs apart, she shifts her balance, she is now splayed wide apart, the night air caresses her naked and exposed skin, she secretly wishes someone  watches, women, men, masturbating, getting excited about seeing her in this position, with pulsing heart and ragged breath, she feels him pull down her panties, feels them around her knees, her legs and ass wide apart, now uncovered, unprotected, she feels shame as she knows he is staring at her pussy, her asshole, the uncomfortable position she must hold…

his hands return to the same soft area, so close, oh god please, touch me there please she thinks, yet he does not, reveling in his cruel yet deliberate motions. closer his hands now move, he runs his finger up and down her crack, so softly, not quite touching her holes, but just around and on top, up and down…and then suddenly puts two fingers into her pussy, in her deep wetness,  he starts to pump, furiously, with force, her knees once again buckle, yet she maintains, he pistons her, and presses his thumb against her clit, the motion making it rub, she quickly reaches plateau stage, her breath catches, she holds her breath, ready to let go… and he stops…. oh god, how did he know i was just about to cum, that fucker, what is he doing to me, i want his cock, i want him to fill me up, wish he had two cocks for my pussy and asshole at the same time, oh give it to me, please.

she feels his hands on her ass, he pulls her cheeks apart, rubs his finger around her pussy to get it wet, and starts to circle her asshole, teasing, softly, tickling her, she shudders, his finger plays, and suddenly she feels the stinging sharp wracking pain of a smack on her ass, her muffled yell involuntarily expelled, he teases her asshole as he spanks first one cheek, then the other, the pain/pleasure once again sending shivering courses of jolted and jangling sensation everywhere, she is trapped, trapped in this bright instant of pleasure. and again, he stops. withdraws.

not saying a word, he stands her up, pulls up her panties, down her skirt, buttons her blouse, she feels like a store mannequin, motionless. he takes her shoulders and they walk, she slowly paces, unable to see where, he leads her to a car, opens the back door and tells her to lie across the seat and not to move or try to utter a word.  in an instant she does, feels the cold leather seat on her face, and can only shudder in awed wonder at this experience.

the motion of the car somehow comforts her despite the taut binding of tape, the rag now soaking wet in her mouth, she wishes that he wasn’t so thorough in his masking of her eyes, just so she could glean a quick glimpse of something, anything. she feels the car slow, they have arrived, he parks, gets out and opens her door, leads her out, she once again feels the strange sensation of not being able to see where she walks, and hears a door open. they enter, and the sudden change of air pressure tells her they are walking in some hallway, her smell heightened, there is a musky dampness, a faint smell of oil, she thinks they are in some building basement, but cannot be sure, his hand firmly grasping her arm as he lead her, she follows, hyper alert…

another door squeaks open, he leads her a few feet, says do not try to run or yell. no one will hear you, and the steel door is locked. you are my helpless slave. do as i tell you, slave, and you will be well taken care of. do. not. move. she feels a blade against her wrists, yet he doesn’t cut the tape, her heart leaps, is he, oh god, no, she feels the blade run up and down her arm, across her back, once again the cruel laugh, he runs the blade around to her front, around her breasts, down to her pussy, she squirms, he hisses in dissatisfaction, she stills, he teases her for agonizing eternities but yet a minute.. and cuts the tape with a swift motion, her arms fall to her sides…

do not move, my sweet little pet, not a muscle, as he puts the blade under her shirt and tank top, pulls the material taut with his other hand, and cuts away both from her body, they split, and he pulls the useless items away from her body, carelessly casting  aside the tops. she is scared beyond any point in her life, is this a horrible mistake, is it him or a stranger, oh god, what the fuck have i done, as she feels the blade at her hip, once again he cuts, her skirt and panties fall away, she is totally naked, blindfolded and muffled, in some place where no one will ever know, the sudden terror overwhelming. yet why was her pussy dripping?

he takes her by the shoulder, lift your arms, slavey girl, as she does, first one wrist, then the other, the cold restrictive steel of handcuffs encircle her wrists, she is grateful for the ambient heat of the room, yet she shivers with an otherworldly chill, she feels him grab her leg, hears the metal clink, and suddenly both ankles are shackled….

his whisper shatters the quiet, he says he is leaving, she cannot accept this, the unknowing, wait, please, she thinks… he says i will take off your mask and muzzle, lil one, but it is dark. very dark. you will see nothing, and no one will ever hear you. await my pleasure upon my return. i have things to do.

he removes her impediments, finds the door, and leaves, she hears and sees nothing, the room seems to close in on her terrified consciousness,  elemental and palpable fear rampant, she faces the unknown.

i am not much of a drinker at all. an occasional beer, a drink at a bar with a friend, that’s about it… but yesterday was life is too tough to take friday so i started drinking around 7pm, right after i got home from work. cheap gin and generic supermarket diet ginger ale, a classy drink for an all around classy guy. that’s me. classy…my name is bond, maurice bond, and i love my cheap throat burning booze shaken, not stirred, with the cheapest blend of 99 cent soda over ice.
what better way to wallow in worried woes? despair is perfectly compatible with really cheap booze.

sometime around 9 or so, the drunken texts flew from my alcohol-laden digits. quite a few friends got some inane e-mumbling e-message that made little sense. and of course, i apologized. dunno for what, but i said i was sorry.

eh, depression sucks. but i live with it. and most of the time i am ok. but when it hits, i stupidly think that getting inebriated dulls the pain. but quite the opposite; the sadness flows through my veins and arteries faster than the alcohol i guzzled. and they dont blend well at all.

anyway. onward; i have this female cyber- pen-pal friend in richmond virgina. she lusts for me. we cyber-met on a vanilla dating site 5-6 years ago. i wrote her some erotica. she liked it. she also likes to use kitchen utensils to get off, and i think thats a pretty neat trick. i have visions of her hopping around the kitchen, pretending to be a cowgirl, smacking her ass with a spatula and using the rolling pin shoved in her moist natures tufted treasure, using it as a pommel as she goes round and round the table, neighing like a shetland pony, a meat thermometer festively dangling from her chocolate bunny maker; she is cookin that soup, stirring her honey pot with that rolling pin, a prancing and dancin, doin the two fingered taco tickle, until the pillsbury doughboy giggles and she is poppin fresh.

yes. yes, i will stoop that low to make inane jokes.

i texted her too. and we texted till way late. or way early, i cant figure out which. we had a nice chat. i think i am gonna meet her in baltimore. and i am gonna meat her with balls and more.

whats better than bananas and cream on a nice cushy hotel bed? i submit to you, nothing.

its gonna be a great dating site date…i am gonna meat my pillow princess, have her sweep me off my feet with a nice aikido move, and get my last first blowjob. i will try to stay awake longer than 15 minutes after she accepts my starchy love offering…….. fun fun fun.

anyway. onward; you know all us guys dont really see you women on dating sites as people; we see you victorias secret models advertising for gratuitous penis. we dont see you as humans, but as orifices.. stink-hole one, stink-hole two, or the other upper one, where the stupid stuff comes out of. and please, all you women who now want to respond telling me that you wish i would go fuck a syphilitic aids-ridden crack whore from the innards of detroit and love to see my 4 year old sized peanut dick fall off after shriveling and blackening, please realize that i am writing a harmless little piece of fluff, cause the muse struck me this saturday morning. 

i freely admit us guys on dating sites are pretty awful. we show an incredibly amazing lack of understanding of what makes a woman tick, that despite her advertising for cock, women still need the dance of seduction, the words, the romance of flirtatious excitement, the need to be respected and not considered a wanton whore until they consent to be so. us guys post a pic of a torso shot and erect heat seeking moisture missile, with the prolific profile prose that would fail a 3rd grade grammar test, and expect you hotties to cyber-swoon, meet us within 15 minutes of us reaching to you, and be naked in some back alley guzzling our throat yogurt..

and we all know that the last paragraph is pretty damn close to reality.

anyway. onward; i have written this before, but please, dear gods of priapism and paraphilia, please oh please stop overweight women from posting pics of their pendulous chesticles….. no, i am not a misogynistic moron, don’t mind nude pics, but it is clearly disturbing to see stretch marks, tits touching belly buttons, bunts, etc.. and know i am far from skinny, i have a middle aged gut, i over eat and don’t exercise enough, but have the good sense not to show my naked self on here. 

….unless, of course, you women want to perpetuate your self-loathing and fuck me, a guy that looks just like homer simpson naked.. but not quite that yellow… so….just know that photos of flappy jacks on fat babes to guys are the female equivalent of looking at pics of lil pee-pees on a doughy boy body. get it?

anyway. onward. i have met a few nice women from alt and Adult FriendFinder. had some very nice intimate encounters, so don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression about how i feel about adult dating sites. its been mostly a pleasant experience…just know that like anything else in life, ya just gotta sort through the chaff to get to the wheat. or tough to open bra-clips and zippers to get to the genitals. or something. 

feel free to add your own homespun aphorism…

anyway. onward; i do have to admire women who have the intelligence and poise to pen profiles that are well thought out, spell out exactly what you want, are stunning and have smoking hot bods, looking for a combination of johnny depp, albert einstein and james cameron on alt or Adult FriendFinder …. yet don’t realize that you are advertising your pink fortresses of dom perignon to drinkers of olde english ….

anyway. penultimately; those clever profiles that at times do read like a resume, but ya never tell us why ya got fired from your last job….

wishing all of you horny masturbatory marauders and closet pervs a salacious saturday and sinfully satiated sunday.

been on vanilla and adult dating sites for a few years. i have yet to find the right love slave, but have met many wonderful (and many not-so) and interesting women… and how i wish i could have that kind of heated passion that authors write about when i am with a woman….. hundreds of dates. fucking lots of different women (yeah, i am an unrepentant whore) and not for one of them would i be all like wanting to punch their arm and put their pony tail in the inkwell, or wanna buy flowers for no reason at all, or call in the middle of the night to say i miss you, or wanna show off for.... with almost all of em i was staring at the door as i jettisoned lil me’s on their hair or decorative silk throw pillow....or on their back.

and about sex; oh, you women...who still require a "relationship" before consenting to getting spanked or whipped or forced to drink from a dog bowl or whatever mishegass us humans eroticize....and so many say they have experience... which consists of reading 50 shades or once having a bf hold their wrists or pull their hair. and when i bring em home and tie and blindfold them, they get all weird, and say, wait, no, don’t, i never did that.…and while often enthusiastic, just dont have the faintest clue as how the exchange of energy works.

it amazes me how men and women in the usa are so sexually repressed. so many women tell me that their exes would never tell them what they liked, or she would never be a bit sexually aggressive and seductive, and that middle aged guys have erection problems.. and living with someone and not having sex for years.....? what fucking sexual retards we all are.

it should be easy; two consenting adults, looking to satisfy carnal desires, no more, no less, no expectation other than doing their best to fulfill their fantasies, and acting out base carnal desire with respect and uninhibited action. yet, all i hear are stories of outré behavior, frustration and an all-too-often sigh of somewhat cheerless dissatisfaction. how distressingly sad.. aint there no one out there that can truly be a zen master of fancy fuckin? besides me, of course….

anyway...there are always exceptions to the rule…last month i met a woman on aff. we hit it off, had car sex 2 hours after meeting, groping with pants down, mutual oral sex, hot passionate kissing, as i whispered foul things i wanted to do to her…. she was nothing but enthusiastic, and admitted that she had fantasies, but had been in a marriage where there was no action. no bondage, no submission, no kinky stuff at all... she was an anal virgin, and wanted to have a rear admiral in the greek navy invade her port.... yeah, i do stoop that low to make jokes.. anyway;

i told her to be at my place next saturday night and to make sure that she cleaned herself thoroughly. i told her that when she entered my apartment, there would be rules. she could not speak unless told to do so, not to look me in the eye, and to do what she was told without hesitation. upon her arrival,, i made her stand in front of me, strip down to her underwear, and await my bidding. i made her hold that position with eyes down for 5 minutes, watching her squirm, saying nothing, her anxious and anticipatory discomfort a palpable force….. i then stood up and went behind her, took a silky scarf and slowly blindfolded her with the smoothness of the scarf gently rubbing her shoulder, neck and back before wrapping around her head….. then another around her wrists. also teasingly done, up and down her legs, stomach, and breasts above her bra…. her breath caught, her face flushed and she let out a soft moan as she felt her helpless restriction…

i whispered breathily in her ear that i was going to fulfill her fantasy; yet she would not get fucked in her pussy, just mouth and ass, because she had not yet proven her worth to me to merit a good fucking there.

standing behind her, i ran my hand slowly down her back, softly, teasingly, and up again, then using my fingernails to scratch, up and down, repeatedly, i watched her reaction, her respiration becoming more measured, her hands twitched, i wanted to control her like a puppet, to make her caper about to my pulling her erotically charged strings, the dance had begun…….

 i ran my finger up and down her ass crack over her panties, up and done, slowly and softly, saw the goose bumps on her arms, she twitched and moaned anew, breathily and passionately…. i then pressed my finger against her asshole outside of her panties... rubbing and gently pushing, and she gasped and panted.... and it ought that was a nice reaction... you like it dont you, i whispered in her ear.... she nodded yes, as i forbade her to speak... i then brought my hands to her shoulders, and started to grind my hips into her ass, my hard cock pressing her ass crack, with my hand i centered it, spreading her ass a bit so that she could feel it pressing against  her holes, i grinded and humped for a minute, all the while holding her shoulders tightly, possessively, she heard me growl a bit, my desire and hers elevating, co-joined and exponentially elevated…

pulling back from her ass, i brought my finger to her mouth, told her to get it nice and wet... she treated it like a nice lil cock, sucking, licking... my hand went down, under her panties, to her asshole, and i gently teased her, felt her clench, then relax, i circled my finger, applying gentle pressure for a minute, then inserted my finger in her ass... her knees buckled a little... you love it dont you... want my cock in your ass, dont you, as she vigorously nodded.. i kept fingering her… and with my other hand started caressing her breasts as i pushed aside the gauze of her bra pinching one nipple.. then the other, all the while moving my finger slowly in and out of her asshole, whispering to her what a good slut she wants to be for me…then running my hand slowly and teasingly down her stomach first lightly, then with my fingernails, i reached her mound, over her panties, i cupped her pussy and rubbed and rolled my two fingers around the lips.... first softly, teasing, then harder and more paced.. her breath caught, she was groaning and matching my motions with her hips, she felt the fullness in her ass and the unrelenting pleasure of friction on her clit…

and i stopped. pulled both hands away as she stomped her foot petulantly, which made me laugh aloud.

taking her by the shoulder, i led her to my bed. laid her on her stomach. told her to arch her back and lift her ass in the air. put a pillow under her hips. and again, just watched and waited...she laid there, excited and once again with anticipatory aching.. still waiting… a moment stretched to an eternity, the only sound was of her breathing…

then; want my cock in your ass, don’t you, i whispered...she nodded... then show me... open your legs, your ass... she lifted her hips a bit higher... i reached down, and slowly pulled her panties off...i saw her asshole and pussy, both glistening and wet, surprisingly pink for a woman in her 40’s… look at you, i said, look at you spread out and open for me to see, nice and humiliating, isnt it...you like being a whore and unrepentant slut for me, don’t you? as she once again nodded… i then laid next to her, whispered in her ear, do want me in your ass? how bad? i then gave her permission to speak... she moaned oh god, please fuck me... please...fuck my ass…

once again, i put my finger in her ass, and ordered her to say.. fuck me in the ass, daddy. please fuck me.... fuck my ass, daddy, please fuck me oh daddy i want your cock in my virgin asshole, please…. and as she did, shuddered violently, came vigorously and clenched her asshole so tight as she climaxed that i felt numbness in my fingertip....

that was nice, i thought to myself…. check;  fantasies about her father….

i let her rest for a few seconds as her body twitched, her breath settling a bit… i put some oil on my fingers  (i had by the side of my bed), and once again started to finger her asshole, slowly and deeper with every stroke, letting her get used to the feeling….then with two fingers i stretched her more, all the while she pushed back, her legs wide apart, her hips rising to meet my fingers invading her ass, once again groaning, she whispered, oh fuck me daddy, fuck my ass, please... which turned me on so much…

a few more minutes of motion and i withdrew. untying her hands i ordered her to pull and keep her ass spread wide apart for me……which she did immediately… kneeling behind her i told her to play with her asshole, i told her to ask me to fuck her there, to beg me, plead with me, i was withholding, make me want you, i told her…. as she fingered herself, begging, oh god, fuck my ass, you fucking bastard, fuck me already, i want it, please.. as i watched saying nothing, her pleas now becoming almost sobs as i watched and waited, as i oiled up my cock and stroked it slowly, watching….

i leaned down, told her i was going to fuck her ass now.. and slowly and firmly pressed my cock against her asshole… she first tightened, then relaxed, as the head went in, i didn’t move, i let her get used to the feeling, her moans becoming more base and guttural, oh god, oh god fuck me, slowly please but fuck me, she begged…..as i pushed my cock all the way in i put the entire weight of my body on hers, wrapped my arms around her chest, and held her motionless, she was unable to move, as i fucked her faster, holding her tight, she panted and moaned, i told her to clench her asshole around my cock, and she did, and shivered, and continued to do so as i fucked her furiously, she asked me to cum in her ass, i told her to shut up and take it…. there was a connectedness, a co-joining of energies, the universe existed only of our tiny bubble, on my bed, i told her to turn her head towards me, and kissed her deeply, our tongues flickering, devouring each other, connected at both ends, i wanted another cock to shove into her pussy, we groaned and gasped….

and i suddenly pulled out.. she started to talk. shhh, i said….i got on my knees behind her.. looked at her no longer virginal asshole.. it was a bit red, but no worse for wear… and started to jerk off… 20 seconds of stroking, and i shot ropey white jizz on her back and ass…. groaning, i twitched and moaned…

and fell next to her…she thanked me… i told her to lay on her back and play with her clit till she came for me… she turned over, i removed her blindfold, she looked at me, then closed her eyes and started to run her hands down her stomach… opening her legs, she rubbed her pussy slowly, gently at first… i played with her nipples, bit her neck, licked her behind her ears, saying nothing, feeling her tension heighten, she was rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy… she whispered, put a finger in my ass, please it feel good… and of course, i obliged her… i gently moved in and out, and around as she rubbed and fingered herself faster, furiously panting, oh.. oh.. and then a pause…. and louder….ooohhhh.. i felt her asshole clench and unclench as the waves of orgasm overtook her, she twitched, her back arched, then she relaxed.. i started to pull my finger out, but she held my hand.. leave it in.. please…she had three fingers in her pussy, she was still rubbing her clit… with her eyes closed, she still played with herself, my finger in her ass.. after a minute, she opened her eyes… asked that i pull out…

she got up. went to the bathroom. showered. got dressed. kissed me,  thanked me, and left. i never heard from her again…

the end. pun intended.

this is the story of ms new hampshire, or who i like to call, the woman who almost fucked me to death.

almost 4 years ago, ms nh emailed me from match, saying that it was a shame that she was 6 hours away, and how hot n sexy i was, and how she would love to make a man outta me so of course, i had to meet her.

originally from brooklyn, of italian lineage, she was the original wild child who never grew up. aggressively funny, without any inhibitions whatsoever, and a total inability to filter what she said, she tempted me to dip my spoon in her olive oil.

ms nh invited me to visit her in laconia, nh, for a weekend of relaxed fun. i agreed, and drove through a winter storm through new england, cursing myself that i am driving 6 hours for pussy, that she better be a zen master of squat jumping in the cucumber patch (pause for a collective groan. i promise no more silly sexual references, carry on), and i hope her bed is comfy, cause my ass and back hurt from sitting for so long.

arriving at her house, i found her standing outside, as she ran to my door, ripped it open, and mugged me. she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ears and i felt like i just purchased a puppy. she didnt even give me a chance to say hi, she grabbed my hand, and dragged me upstairs to her apartment. as we walked up the steps, ms nh was saying that i looked good, peeling off her clothes as she climbed. surprised at how good her 55 year old naked body looked, as her profile pics showed how in shape she was, and she told me that she took 2^nd place in a new england female body builder competition.

she took me to her couch and got on her knees to unzip me and this thought hit me; its not enough just to stare at tits, ya gotta tie em up too! so i told her no, stop..

it has become clear to me that all women want to be led during sex, that yes, they are powerful fulfilled women, but during the dance, they want the man to lead during the tango, and for him to open her door so i told her that she had to earn my willingness for me to fuck her, i didnt care how many men she had, i know what she secretly desired, her innermost fantasy. i told her to get me something to tie her up with, that i was going to make her helpless and begging, she would plead for my cock.

ms nh, was galvanized, ran to her bedroom, and came back with scarves, elastic rope, a huge dildo, and a whip with a 10 inch round handle and latex strips.

i ordered her to turn around, and i bound her hands behind her back. i wrapped a scarf around her eyes, and told her to stand there as i looked at her, not to say a word, just wait. she moaned, and i smacked her ass and told her to be still, which of course, made her pant even faster…she waited for me, rapt in her blind helpless state, as i just waited, building the tension, the only sound her  breathing as she filled the room with musk.

good, i whispered, standing up, so far so good and she said, fuck you, you fucking bastard, i have been with over a hundred men, and not one of them ever even did what you are doing to me, fuck, stopdontstop this has been my fantasy since i was 12.. my god...

hearing that she was a b& d virgin only spurred my imagination further; i untied her, and ordered her to get on all fours, not to move, no matter what i do to her. once again, i made her wait.. knowing she could feel my eyes on her open legs, her secret area exposed, as her hips began to sway, i once again smacked her ass. she told me that i was a pussy boy, with a gentle smack like that, so i hit her harder, and she laughed; i spat in my hand, and rubbed the saliva around, and hit her really hard, with a wet stinging smack that echoed and she came. hard enough? i  yelled.

have i ever mentioned that i love, no i mean REALLY love humankinds amazing wonders..? well, i do, i do

but we only just begun. i told her to get back to all fours ( as she had collapsed) and i kneeled behind her i was still fully clothed, and hard as a rock, but i had a way to go before the regular stuff started and saw the whip, and thought, how far can i take her, and lightly brushed the whips tails up and down her back, in her furrow, teasing her holes, up and down for a few minutes i then put my fingers in her, her soaking wet pussy dripping, and i rubbed her from clit to anus, making the whole area sticky and soaking taking the whip, i shoved it up her ass, as she groaned, and i ordered  her to crawl on the floor like a good pony girl, telling me how much she wanted my training, how she was my piece of meat, how i drove her insane she crawled around, telling me how she hated me, crying, overcome with lust, and begged me to use her and fuck her and take her and abuse her.

i told her to stand, and to make sure the whip stayed in place. as she was crawling around, i saw a suitable doorway with a hook, so i led her there, and tied her hands together, and lifting her arms over her head ,i bound her to the hook. standing behind her, i ordered her to open her legs as wide as possible, and told her the whip must stay in place. once again blindfolding her, i made her wait for me to torture her, in dead silence, as her apprehension once again reached the highest level.  after three minutes i retrieved her vibrating dildo, and started to rub it all over her body, making her writhe and twitch…i teased her, and placed the buzzer on her clit, got her to gasp and pant and tighten, and withdrew the buzzer and repeated her torture for long minutes; then told her to beg me to let her come, she needed it, and once again, i rubbed.. and withdrew, until finally, with an unearthly elemental teary voice she slumped against the ropes pleading, and i granted her release

it was time for a break, i thought, it was an hour and a half of creamy torment, so i untied her, withdrew the whip, and took her to the couch, where she cried, and cursed and thanked me. and begged for more.

i told her to kneel before me. she quickly went for my crotch, but i slapped her hand away. no normal blow job, i told her, but my way, i am still in control. taking off my pants and bringing my cock to her face, i told her to open her mouth, and stick out her tongue. as i put it in, she started to suck, and i pulled away, telling her i didnt say for her to do that; stay still and dont move. for the next 10 minutes she knelt there, as i fucked her mouth, rubbed my dick on her face, and made her my and when i orgasmed, she swallowed every drop with devotion. 

ok, i arrived at 7 on friday night, it was now 10, and what the heck do we do for the rest of the weekend? well, i continued to expand her sexual arousal, and the exploration of d&s, and b&d; we stayed naked and played and ate and drank and fucked and she got spanked and invaded worse than poland by the nazis in 39, and it was fucking awesome.

i left on sunday late afternoon. ms nh didnt want me to go, she wanted more more & more, just like a woman always does....

in three weeks she drove to new jersey, under the guise of visiting her parents in brooklyn for the holidays..she planned to spend three days at my place, where we picked up right where we left off..i used every part of my apartment to abuse every body part and orifice of hers, and we once even did it in my bed.. i took almost one hundred pictures of her, as she was bound like a thanksgiving turkey, in many compromising positions, with toys in her.. all at her request, as she wanted masturbatory material for when she went home...

after two days, i had to kick her out. i couldnt handle any more. i am no 18 year old who has resiliency, i am a middle aged guy who can still rock the house, but i need my naps, goddammit so i kept telling her to get the fuck out, she is killing me, but she wouldnt let go of my dick, she kept begging me to tie her up, to abuse her. 

i had to practically dress her and pack her bag. but she came back the next weekend, and it started all over again

ah, ms nh thanks for the mammaries.

the long distance thing didnt work, but we are still pals. i havent seen ms nh for almost 4 years. sometimes when we chat, we look at the pics we took, and get nostalgic.

hmm.. spring is around the corner;. maybe i will get the chevy tuned up and hit the highway, she promised me an ffm three-some that we never had.....

i hope anyone who reads my journal, male, female or other, will maybe glean some knowledge about scamming and false identities...

i am on 4 vanilla dating and 3 lifestyle ones, and it no longer surprises me how many false profiles i see. since i look at women, it is easy to see who the scammers are; any female that says she is looking for true love and her soulmate on adult sites is phony. usually there is a pic of a nice looking slavic girl, and the profile prose states how she is looking for a husband or similar.

then there are those who copy pictures from the web, and then build a false identity. most are guys disguised as women. look up "google image" and then check to see how many profiles fooled you.

of course, there are those who put profiles up just to talk dirty without ever meeting, again, many of whom are guys who post pics of cute young girls and pretend.

maybe most of you know this, but i am willing to bet that many guys have exchanged emails and chat with these kinds of people without knowing.

i also wonder how many phony profiles are added by the hosts of the site in order to make them seem more popular.

check out this profile - Master4daughter

google image the pic. you will see what i mean.

i would hope that there are sincere and earnest people on here looking for their match, in whatever guise that may be. but i think its a very small amount of people.

…..i found a semi-secret spot, by the train and police stations, and parked. miss m and i were talking about what we were going to do in this small town on our second date, we drove to the river, still sitting in the car, when i noticed she was glancing at my crotch, then away, and licking her lips. she saw me seeing her seeing me seeing her. i asked her if was enjoying the view, and if she wanted to touch me….? she started to tremble a bit, and her breath caught in her throat. it took her a few seconds, but she told me that yes she did, loved to fully pleasure a guy, to do what she is told, to serve…. one of her fantasies was to service a guy orally, in public, but had never done it, recently divorced, a long marriage, the kids, etc… she added that her ex was her first and never knew about her erotic dreams, reveries that haunted her constantly, making her mad with lust.

i replied that i was going to make her every fantasy come true, and more, was going to take her to places sexually that even she never dreamed of.

i took her hand and put it on my crotch. i was wearing shorts, she was able to reach in and touch me, her breath racing, she begged me to let her suck me…. she put her face in my lap, but no, i told her, cruelly, teasingly, grabbing her hair and preventing her, not until i say so, you need to beg me and tell me how much you want to do it, how its making you crazy holding me, unable to suck me, tell me, say the dirty words you thought you couldn’t due to your shyness, tell me you want to suck my nice big hard cock, say it.... she begged, face reddened from shame and embarrassment having to vocalize, and finally i allowed her to suck me, which she did with a fervor and zeal, moaning and gasping around my shaft, and after a few minutes, she orgasmed… without me touching her, or her touching herself, she moaned and twitched…. wow, i thought, that’s the first time i ever witnessed that.. she continued to suck and lick, moaning… i told her to stop, which she did, petulant and looking at me questioningly; didn’t i like it, don’t i please you?

i ordered her to put her face by my cock and open her mouth, not to move, as i started to jerk myself, i told her that she loved watching a guy work it, didn’t she, she nodded, yes, her breathless panting and trance-like stare showing me that she did…

it took me a minute, then came the unstoppable feeling of expelling growing, i grabbed her hair tight, i came, but didn’t allow her to put me in her mouth, i came all over her face, hadn’t come in a week, it was a prolific amount of jizz, it caught in her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, she was unable to turn away in my firm cruel grasp, she groaned louder than before, i released her…

do not dare try to wipe it away, i ordered, wear it like the nice slut you are…

she sat up, looking around, the illicit thrill of being seen in such a state making her whisper no, no no, as i tucked myself away, started the car and drove down the main street of the town, i rolled the window down on her side, telling her to look away from me.. we passed hundreds of thronged sightseers, all witness to her mortification and degradation, she pleading to allow me to let her wipe her face.. my only response was to once again grab her neck and force her head out the window… look i told her, look at the people who see you wearing my jizz on your face, you worthless slut, look at them and know that they know just what you did.

this is just the beginning for you. soon you will be led around naked in the streets, my collar and leash around your neck, your degradation a part of your training, you will learn to please me in every way, and i will fulfill every submissive fantasy you ever had, and more, so much more……

in the ensuing weeks, she would call me at night just after her daughters fell asleep. i lived close by, it was a 12 minute drive to her house. i would enter, sit on the couch in her living room, and she would fall to her knees in devotion to suck me for an hour, she never complained about the discomfort, i wouldn’t come, wouldn’t give her the reward until she pleased me in every way….

we would go to the basement, to her daughters’ playroom, full of leggos, crayons, dolls and stuffed animals, all who witnessed the acts we performed. i laughed inside at the irony of me fouling mom, and then the kids playing in the room the next day….

i would tie ms m with scarves, her ankles, wrists behind her back, her eyes, her mouth, she would lay there bound and helpless; i took a scissors or knife, and slowly ran the blade over her skin, the a big scary guy who overpowered her, tore off her clothes, tied her up, and threatened to hurt her just because he could; the acting of this was so overwhelmingly,  enticingly powerful to her, the exchange of energy thrumming, electric, tensioned, her body’s strings stretched taut and rigidly erotic, trance-like she danced like a naked marionette to my machinations. i whispered things in her ear, nasty things, and used all of her body for my every whim, all the while holding the blade against her, running the blunt side up and down her body, making her orgasm from the touch of its steely coldness, and words, my words that pierced her psyche’s nucleus..

i would bend her over the desk, and run the blade down her back, slowly, circular motions making the hair follicles on her arms and legs become visibly pronounced, she was transported to a netherworld of animal passion, lower still, drawing it across her buttocks, i untied her ankles, and with my leg, forced hers open, she tried to pull away, i grabbed her hips, lifted her up, exposing her asshole and pussy, i would circle the blade around her holes, down her thighs and back, her muffled gasps and moans unrelenting, she writhed in delicate agony, i would reverse the blade, and rub her clit, her pussy lips, her asshole with the cold plastic, her moans louder still, and i would insert the handle into her dripping pussy, in and out slowly, then into her ass, all the while whispering that if she didn’t instantly do as i wish, i would cut her from her tits to her pussy, and laugh as she bled….

i would save that last line for when i would grant her release, because as soon as i uttered that line, she would come, yelling and moaning, becoming so tense, her legs clenching, as paroxysms of pleasure wracked her body in unyielding and harsh waves…

we were together for only 4 months, she could no longer afford the house payments, had to move back with family, but in that time her every erotic fantasy was realized, i started her on her journey of subservience and devotion, we kept in touch via email for a while, but lost contact…

My color boyfriend - ten times the agreed

　　John mock exams after the book has been two weeks, but he does not bother me, we can see a certain test well, who told him the exam to be done. So I would be happy relaxed, just to prepare for the final report. 
　　"You're back." But in order to avoid him too sad, I'm still going to take comfort him. 
　　Of course, he does not want the kind of comfort. 
　　"Ah." He nodded, glanced at me, then went back to the room. 
　　Then, after one week, he was not even the usual sexual harassment are too lazy to do, which is actually very surprised me.I looked at the table this is nothing like the usual khaki uniforms boy. This is not a cold, right? 
　　Tomorrow leave to accompany him to see a doctor to do. 
　　I am seriously thinking about it. 
　　". Hey," he looked down eating dinner, after a child, he suddenly looked up at me: 
　　"You reported that done yet? ' 
　　"Today pay out." I am happy talking. 
　　Last semester because he often clamor to do, so many reports I have arrived at midnight to write complete, this really rare. 
　　"Oh." He suddenly twisted smile, let my mind off alarm bells. 
　　When we have relations after six months, I finally know the meaning of his crooked mouth smile, but I do not always know what he intends to do, as now. 
　　When I gingerly until showered, he has not come to attack me, so I was not too worried about their distrust of him. Han Zheng book, sorry yeah, so how could I not trust How about you? 
　　Midnight on the balcony to dry clothes, looked around almost always put out the lights, I'll dry clothes in only two o'clock it!
　　"Xuan ......." Han book suddenly appeared behind me and hugged me. 
　　"You are not in a bad mood?" I asked with some concern the people behind. Body could not shake because sobs thing? 
　　"It's not." 
　　"That you?" I did not ask to go, he suddenly reached into his right hand fingers from the hem of my pajamas, no stranger to direct underpants layers. I was surprised to lie stand on the balcony, his hands and balcony. 
　　"Report card." He will spread in a transcript on the balcony wall adhesion, then the left hand light teasing my nipples, mouth still constantly gnawing in my ear. 
　　I stared John Frame book next school ranking - first. 
　　"You ......." I'm embarrassed right block left block, would be ashamed to be seen yeah. 
　　His right arm was more stretching my pussy continued to fiddle with, so I have some legs, only half leaning against the wall, half-leaning against him, let him constantly Saonong forward. 
　　"Will be ...... ...... ...... to ...... friends ...... watch." I want to poke his inability to continue to accelerate fiddle fingers, just ineffective, but more weak hand on his hands and let He kept playing. 
　　"No matter." He said pique, then gently pulled my left nipple. 
　　"Into the room to say." My little breath, then said, do not try to make my tone and brought him deeper desires. 
　　"Talks broke down, I read for this book for a whole week." He smiled proudly, then faded my panties, opened his pants zipper, pulled out his penis has swelled, from the balcony next to the washing machine out condoms, and then put. 
　　"When did you ...... put." Amused me, asking the same time, he slowly opened my legs, enter from behind me. 
　　"I put a lot of places." He just laughs. 
　　Because the fear of the neighbors saw, coupled with night temperatures Wei Leng, I no longer able to sprint down his waves, soft legs, only by virtue of his body completely pillar to me, so leaving him to deepen his actions . 
　　"Ah ...... ah ......" I think repressed voices, John deliberately sprint book more force, but also keep the right to continue to rub my clitoris, so I finally called up. 
　　"I like to hear you call." Han book's small voice in my ear saying, but it did not slow down the action feeling. 
　　"I ...... No ...... it. Ah ......" I side Jiaochuan, John's book is also a final exertion, his muffled voice, screaming loudly.
　　When finished, I could not only leaning on him, and he smiled, picked me to go into the house. 
　　"You bad, I thought you did not test well, you are in the design of my original." Han book I sat legs, relying on John's shoulder edge books breath of his mouth. 
　　"If I'm bad, I sent in the transcripts under the day I do, I wait for you to get that done reporting, and tolerance to I almost exploded." He looked down on me. 
　　"Call. Was ashamed to see if I was dead friends." I turned and took a look at his shoulder. 
　　"They love to let them see, we men handsome woman beauty, for fear they Kanma." 
　　silent for a moment, I was surprised not only to find his fingers stretching the rules in my hem, just do After not had time to put on underwear, pussy are blooming with slightly moist. 
　　"You ...... do it. Had just finished yeah! 'I want to push him hard in my pussy do not behave in the hand, but in vain. 
　　"I put up with almost a month, you promised me Oh, there are nine." He smiled, and soon he suddenly picked me, and then pointed at his penis into form I can not escape posture. 
　　But he seems to wear a condom speed more quickly. 
　　"Xuan ...... you move good." His hands pulling my nipples, behind me saying so. 
　　"I ......" I felt a little embarrassed that he is constantly swollen penis in my body. 
　　"I study for the tired, then abstinence for so long, you do not think I'm pathetic thing?" He exposed poor innocent expression, so I reluctantly had to own up and down swing. 
　　I swing at the same time, I heard him whisper cried quietly behind me, that he would make a sound? This is the first time I found, and then I suddenly found in front of the two of us facing the TV, the TV is just a dark reflection of the way our two Yin Mei, I looked out of my TV screen reflection, long hair Batch disheveled down shaking, shaking constantly breasts, left breast was covered tightly John book Cuonong the palm, legs wide open to let my labia completely exposed, the book of John in the fingers are constantly in my clitoris labia struck, creating waves of my pleasure. 
　　"You see, ah." Han book suddenly Coushang my ear, and then laughs. 
　　"Well ...... disgrace." Then I looked down. Now I know John in front of the TV book is deliberately let myself move. 
　　"No, this is beautiful." He said softly, then seemed impatient at my slow-moving, he suddenly hugged my hip, and then shaking arms around me for me, let him make the sofa elastic force rebound more strongly, the waves crash in the depths of my vagina. 
　　"...... Ah ...... John book." I can only grabbed his hand, with his swing. 
　　"I love listening to you climax when calling my name." He continued hard, then let me into confusion climax. 
　　"I'm exhausted it." Climax two consecutive waves, so I really can not make full force, virtual soft body paralysis in the book John, I know this is so that he can take advantage of, but I also do not impose on force, legs completely powerless. 
　　"Tired?" He gasped, laughing at me. 
　　"Nonsense." I glared at him. 
　　"I want to take a bath." Then he suddenly said. 
　　"I also want to wash ah, are you anyway, causing my whole body wet sticky." 
　　"Good." He suddenly hugged me, and I walked the bathroom. 
　　"Han Zheng book you doing it." I yelled in his arms. 
　　"Bathing ah." He twisted smile. 
　　I realized that I still owe him eight times. 
　　I always thought he was joking, but he really wanted to be seen with this two-day weekend, he's going to recover all ten times.

dont ask me how i found chinese erotica..so i translated via google.. posted i am, for happy enjoyment of much reader! 

My boyfriend color

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My color boyfriend - Uniforms boy 
　evening, being the one dish dish put the table, waiting for the great master who go home. A moment later, the door was forced open very fast, probe into a smile handsome face. 
　　"Xuan ...... I'm home." Boys dressed in khaki uniforms, with a look of fatigue, the force of the backpack fell to the ground. 
　　"That washing hands to eat it, it is tough you." Turn around, think back to the kitchen brought out a pot of soup. 
　　"But ...... I would like to ......" speaks, he quickly picked me to go to the couch. 
　　"Han Zheng books, no, you eat first! Your exam tomorrow people, my brain on what you want ah!" I struggled to poke his manipulation of the clutches. 
　　"Xuan tell your ...... I've been doing yeah, even the girl's body so that I would not remember looked like yeah!!" He completely ignored my struggle, very skilled faded my shirt, lifted me skirt. 
　　Damn, do not wear jeans today! 
　　"I said you were not allowed to test before you actually go back, besides mock exams tomorrow, do you want to live you!" My side opened his probe into the hand underpants, while warning said.
　　"But I have finished the book, ah, but ......" He suddenly bite my earlobe, then said in my ear: 
　　"You go back on that, you say I have taken over the school in the top ten would let me do! Last time I consider the fifth yeah! award it the right to ask me. " 
　　"...... ah ...... uh ...... you." knowing that he is loved shamelessly, but I also do not open push him, he is very clear to me sensitive place, this hateful kid. 
　　I watched him take off his uniform, revealing dark skin, the result of long-term practice basketball so he has a strong Jingzhuang good shape. His lips will slowly move from my earlobe chest, bra already do not know when he pushed, I can only look at his tongue hangs in my chest with nipples. 
　　"You're really good sensitive, I love." He looked up at my eyes blurred, with pure seduce. 
　　"You ...... today ...... can only be done once ...... Oh! 'I think clearly struggling with his expression, but he deliberately used a finger on my clitoris teasing, so I can finish off the words. 
　　"Ah." He continued kissing me, fingers into my already wet pussy, wet my feeling of satisfaction. 
　　The next second, he stripped pants obstacles, wear a condom. 
　　"You guys, what time in the living room to put a condom ah!" I looked at him in disbelief took out a condom from the side edge of the tray. 
　　"Hush ......" He kissed me, and then open my legs, the pressure on me whispered: 
　　"! because I do not know when I'll want to do thing but ......" He deliberately not finished speaking, one come forward to enter my body, I Jiaochuan provoke endless. 
　　"I could not even dining room, a kitchen, bathroom, balcony are put!" He said, thrusting forward, with his wicked smile. 
　　"Why do you put the sun sets ...... ...... it! Ah ...... ah ...... ha ...... ah ......."'s Lots to talk about, then I went off, and I know he especially likes to see me this way, so always When I want to speak more strongly in the sprint with my body swing. 
　　"I am the first simulation quiz, then I want to do on the balcony Oh, then you talk to me ten times." He's insatiable said, lips and move on my lips. 
　　"Ah ...... Well ......." I totally can not answer, only into his mouth with his tongue cross pestering. 
　　For a moment, he did not leave my lips, then grinning: 
　　". did not speak that promised" 
　　struggling under his sprint, and finally the climax of "You ...... ah ...... ah ........" I am powerless paralysis on the sofa, with a look of anger with blurred eyes. 
　　"You do not look at me, or I'll tell your again Oh!" He Xiexiao, from the side surface of the tray has come up with another condom. 
　　"No! Take a shower first, and then you go to eat it!" I watched him wipe his penis, it seems like to turn to another cap to wear feeling, forced the talking. 
　　"Okay! Meet today anyway, I'll definitely consider good." He smiled the lower body to give me a long kiss, then picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, happy to bathroom. 
　　I was angry and funny staring at his back.

consciousness impinges on her lethargic awareness; saturday morning, the first light of dawn throws odd shadows on the wall. she lays quietly, adrift in morning’s first random thoughts, relaxed, under her warm blanket, she feels it pressing on her naked body, the texture of the quilt softly rubbing her nipples as she moves and stretches, her muscles tightening and relaxing, her thighs clench, squeezing her mound, the unbidden erotic feelings start to engulf her, she feels arousal, it’s been a while since she had a man, her thoughts start to gel, her fantasies start, her personal porn projects on the screen of her mind….

she becomes instantly wet, she rubs her thighs against each other, her hands trace tingling lines of soft sweet sensation across her breasts, her nipples two darts, she rubs her stomach, getting gentle trills of jangling waves of erotic feelings from toes to ears, hand lower still, she opens her legs and middle finger finds her clit between the folds of her pussy, she rubs up and down, at first teasingly with measured pace, then a bit harder and faster….

she thinks of him, that big strong guy she met a few months ago, his large arms, shaved head, he looked so dangerous yet kind, she thinks how she wanted to fuck him and told him so, and the cruel bastard rejected her, yet she cannot forget him, wants him in her, want to submit to his whims, she wants him to take her over, to be subsumed by him, his essence overwhelming, she sees him standing over her, staring at her, his eyes boring into her, she knows he knows, he stares into her soul, she gasps at the power of this vision, she moans at the overwhelming unappeasable desire, she burns with passioned fury, she would do anything for him, anything……. a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g.

her fantasy now unleashed, she see him standing before her, touching her, squeezing her nipples, she is naked and he clothed, he runs his hands up and down her body, she is pressed against a wall, he inches from her face, looking at her with his insolence, his quiet confidence, he reaches  down and puts his finger in her pussy, she see it so clearly, feels it as she pushes two fingers into her soaking pussy, he says nothing to her, she cannot stand it, with his other hand he grabs her hair, never letting go of her eyes, he stares as he kisses her, oh how she goes mad with desire thinking of his kiss, his tongue probes, she opens her mouth, she can feel it, his tongue darting, grasping her hair, painfully taught, he presses against her, she cannot move, she is now moaning aloud, her fingers pistoning as she pretends he is there, she feels the universe center in on her clitoris, she is overcome, yet wants this feeling to last, she stops, she rests, as the scene changes…

she imagines him pulling her into her bedroom and throwing her face down on the bed, her naked body still exposed to him, she can feel him behind her, she throws the blanket off, grateful for the room’s ambient warmth, she lays on her stomach, imagining he is behind her, she wants him to be turned on by her open exposure, she reaches behind her, slightly lifts her ass up , she opens herself,  she reaches behind her and pulls her ass apart, loves the overpowering erotic feeling, she can imagine him gasping at the sight, she wants to entice him, she wants to be his slut, she wants to be owned…

her fingers reach, one goes to her clit, the other touches her asshole, she burns with fiery want thinking about him fucking her and fingering her asshole at the same time, she begins once again pushing harder and faster, she feels his cock, his big hands on her, one hand pressing her neck, the other teasing her tight asshole, she is once again battered by unrelenting waves of erotic desire…

and is pulled back to reality as her doorbell rings.

she cannot imagine who would be at her door so early, she is so annoyed at being disturbed, she imagines someone is at her door to sell her something, she arises, puts on her robe, anger boiling she stomps to the door, angrily throwing it open, uncaring….and gasps….. its him. she is staggered, stunned into mute immobility as she can only stare at him…

how do i know where you live? he whispers in his deep voice, i have your number, you know what i do for a living, it took 30 seconds to find you, i am here, i know what you want and need….

he steps towards her, his presence a relentless whirlwind, her face fiery red, she can only look at him, her knees weak…

he firmly presses his hand on her chest, pushing into her apartment, he maneuvers her against the wall, closing the door, he says nothing now, just stares at her, she cannot resist him, she trembles, she cannot believe this, does he know her fantasy, how can he, watches his hands reach down and open the sash of her robe, he opens it, grabs the lapels and opening it, he pushes the terry cotton past her shoulders, its softness  caressing her, and it falls away to the ground. she is naked, exposed, his eyes devour her body, his arrogant attitude and small cruel smile making her at once angry yet, enervated, he stares at her breasts, her  mound,  her impassioned thoughts running amok, her pussy almost dripping she is caught in his trap, her breathless gasps, her face flushed, she cannot speak, she is only overwhelmed by desire.

he reaches for her breasts, never taking his eyes from hers, he first gently brusher her nipples, then firmly twisting them, making her gasp in erotic pain and intensity, he repeats the motions, gentle then firm, she is panting, she cannot believe this is happening,  and just like her fantasy, he grabs the back of her neck, twists her hair, and pulls her face towards his, he finds her lips, his tongue darting, she responds, her mouth opening, their tongues dart as his other hand pinches and twist first one nipple then the other, she pants, knees weak, overcome, overwhelmed, trapped in this brilliant and electric moment…

still kissing her, his hand reaches down, brushes her stomach, delicately tickling, she quivers at the sensation, hand lower, he finds her dampness, he rubs her clit, her pussy lips, up and down with at first delicate soft teasing, then firm and faster, all the time his tongue in her mouth, wet lips rubbing, he somehow knows exactly how she likes to be touched, her thoughts now gone, just elemental feeling and sensations ruling, she feels the warmness in her stomach, the plateau stage of orgasm, arriving….

he stops. stands back a few inches, she wants to stamp her foot in adolescent frustration, she wants to come, uncaring that she is naked, he fully clothed, that he just came to apartment take what he thought was his, she wants to drown in a sea of erotic motion, with him, she wants him in her, his cock, his fingers, his tongue everywhere…

still silent, he takes her shoulders and spins her around, pushes her against the wall, her face sideways, cheek pressed against the cool plaster, her nipples tighten from the chill, he takes her wrists and raises her arms high and folds them on top of her head. he presses them slightly as if to say, keep them there, don’t move…she cannot resist, she obeys his motions….

his hands start to run around her shoulders, he massages them, his strong hands sending waves of relaxing force, he then rubs the muscles of the small of her back, he lingers, she feels his excited breath on her back, his excitement a palpable force, she is once again responding, she gasps, his hands running lower to her ass, he rubs her cheeks, the friction makes her pussy lips touch and rub, she is only consumed by the thought of his big hard cock fucking her, she starts to talk, he immediately reaches up to cover her mouth, she quiets, the only sound in the hallway their fevered breathing…

he pulls her hips away from the wall, she complies, he pulls her ass cheeks apart, exposing her secret soft moist areas, he traces his finger down her spine, teasingly softly, she arches her back, keeps herself open, his finger lowers, holding her cheek, he rubs her softly tenderly from her asshole to her clit, up and down, she once again gasps in delicate and anguished emotion, as the feelings overtake her, she loves how he teases her, yet she wants to get fucked, oh please, she thinks, fuck me, pound me, fuck me hard, oh please, stop teasing me…..

he stops. waits, saying nothing, she wants to say something, wants to look at him, yet knows she cannot, his desires rule, she waits..

and hears his zipper open, the shuffle of material, his shoes making a clumping sound as they hit the floor, she is once again trapped in anticipatory fever, she knows what is going to happen, he comes closer, he once again pulls her hips backwards, he spreads her ass cheeks, and starts to rub the head of his cock up and down her furrow, from clit to asshole, up and down, all she wants is for him to fill her up, she presses back, he smacks her ass in response, tacitly saying not to move, she stills, he rubs, and in one swift motion shoves his cock deep into her, she yells in unthinking elemental ardor, he pumps her, first hard for a minute, then slow and deep, he fills her up, he drives her to furious and crazed zeal, never saying a word, he pumps hard, then in circular motion, surprising her with random smacks on her ass, holding her hips, she cannot move in his grasp, she gets fucked, she is his receptacle, his to own, she wants only to be his fuck toy, do what she is told, and hopefully he will make her come…

as he continues to fuck her, he takes a finger, making it wet in her pussy juices, he starts to circle the tight ring of her asshole, teasing her, she wants him to fill her, he gently but firmly presses his finger in, now his cock and finger matching motions, she is doubled fucked, lost, inundated by immutable erotic fury.

he fucks her for what seems like an eternity, but it perhaps 30 minutes, her legs trembling from holding her position, moaning, groaning, as he reaches around and puts two fingers on her clit as he fucks her, the pressure of his back and forth movement forcing her clit on his fingers, she feels the furious waves of desire intensify, the feelings centering in her pussy, but deep inside, her eyes closed, the inexorable pulsing, she gasps, she cries out as she is overcome by her orgasm,  she cries, oh stop, no don’t, oh please, my god….

he pulls out and she falls to her knees in her lust, she shakes, she has been transported, never wants to leave this twilight stage of pleasure….

she opens her eyes, and he is there, his hard cock, right by her face, she gasps, it looks so big, he takes her hand and cups her chin, he forces her hand around his cock and presses it to her mouth, and once again, galvanized by desire, she opens her mouth and sucks him, closes her eyes, her tongue swirling around his cock head, she jerks him, her head bobbing, her other hand cups his balls delicately teasing,  she moans, she loves sucking dick, doesn’t care, she wants to be his slut..

she sucks him for a few minutes, and he pulls away from her…. he presses her head gently against the wall as he jerks himself, first slowly then faster, his breath now fevered, he growls, he moans, and suddenly he comes, shooting ropey fluid on her face, her tits, she loves it, loves to see a guy come…

he pushes his cock into her mouth, she licks him clean, tastes his essence, she sucks his now softening dick, she looks up at him with devotion…

saying nothing, he gets dressed, opens the door and leaves. naked, on the floor, she is left to be lost in her perplexed and potent lust-filled enchantment.

helene quintana finally arrived at saint cecila’s college, ready to start on her road to adulthood and independence, of learning the true way of the bible, of literature and philosophy. she felt she was well on her way to starting her life in the service to christ and helping humanity. she was at once afraid of being away from family and friends, yet enervated and excited about independence and adulthood.

helene was smart; her teachers in school always told her parents that she was the brightest star. helene could pass tests without even studying. too, helene had a very active imagination.

much of her time imagining hovered around boys. she would love to fantasize what is was like to kiss, hug or dance with, and even, god help her, to see what a boy looked like naked. she knew what a penis was because she once went online to see a picture, when no one was home. she stared the picture with fiery burning shame, she knew jesus and god were looking down on her with sadness and disappointment, and that the nuns and priests would be so angry and horrified if they knew her evil thoughts.

helene, alone in her room, after school, her parents still at work, would flash back to that picture at times, eyes closed, she would kneel next to her bed, and pray that these impure evil thoughts would go away. she begged god to forgive her for not being able to stop thinking about that penis, about some cute boy kissing her and making her touch it, and even kiss it, and worse, putting in to her. overwhelming waves of erotic images forced her into contrite prayer; the wages of sin made her shamed, afraid, that she spend eternity in hell, she prayed harder, eyes tightly closed, kneeling at her bed, lost in a world of swirling confusion, pleasurable sin, she prayed aloud as her panties became soaked with her wetness, visions of being naked with a boy as mother mary and her priest looked on in condemnation and disgust…….

helene was lost. her fantasies could not be denied. as she recited her prayers, her double vision pulled her to the sins of the flesh. the erotic feeling between her legs was overpowering; the position of kneeling made her feel good, her posterior pushed out, she felt waves of sensation being open, her cotton panties pressing on her sex, she would think how amazing it would be to have a guy behind her, touching her and putting his penis in her.

the floodgates were one day finally open, she could no longer deny these sexual feelings, her daily kneeling at the bed became a pleasurable exposition; she would now only pretend to pray, she assumed the now erotic position, lift up her skirt, lean forward, arching her back she would open herself. reaching down, she would press her fingers on the outside of her vagina, rubbing furiously up and down, lost in fantasy of kissing and hugging a boy, then touching his penis and then having him put his penis in her from behind.

day after day, in guilt-wracked pleasurable agony, helene would run home to kneel by her bed, start to pray, then touch herself, first over her panties, then running her hand under them, and pushing her fingers inside her pussy, dripping wet, she discovered her clitoris, she would rub herself for an hour, until one day as she was lost in the image of being fucked, the most amazing feeling came over her.. the universe closed in to a spot near her stomach, all other sensation in her body was lost, centered only on her clitoris, the overwhelming pleasure of rubbing herself there made her hold her breath, no thoughts were possible, the incredible pleasure took her over, she was lost, subsumed, as her body twitched in spasms of bliss, she lost the will to exist, she gave herself to this feeling, and exploded, and knew that while she would burn in hell for the betrayal of the flesh, this feeling was infinitely more powerful than prayer or incantation.

throughout high school, helene performed her personal catechism every day. she would kneel, begin to pray, then masturbate furiously. one day she touched her asshole, and felt amazing pleasure at the sensation, her new found action now incorporated into the scene, she would fantasize about a guys penis going into her vagina and ass, her fingers taking the place of a cock, in both holes she would fuck herself, her other hand first teasing, then vigorously rubbing her clit, until she would come. most days she would come twice or even three times.

no one ever knew about helene’s internal conflict. on the outside she was the dutiful god-fearing catholic school girl, but inside she felt a whore, at times so guilty, other times, the unrepentant hussy.

as she was shown the dormitory, she hoped that this new all-girls school might help her forget her secret desires, not really convinced, but she lived with hope that new knowledge would understand and stop her sinful ways. she also realized that sharing a room with another girl would prevent her from touching herself; this knowledge saddened her, but with the thought that refraining from masturbating would help her fight this malevolent internal battle.

later that first day her new roommate arrived, a pleasant gal named melanie roth, from similar background, sweet disposition, pleasant and funny, they both knew they would never have to worry about conflict and would get along great. as the semester passed, the two became close, talked about everything, helped each other study, and later at night would giggle and enjoy silly girl talk about clothes, make-up, hair styles, and naturally, boys. their school, isolated in a rural area offered no males, the only ones being a few priests, teachers of various subjects, and all of them older, fat, smelly and unattractive . they spoke about kissing a boy, and sometimes discussed touching a penis, and even once about having a boy put a penis inside. helene was far too ashamed to open up, and felt she would be humiliated if she revealed her true inner feelings of the intense desire she felt about being a slut to a boy and allowing him to put his penis inside her.

one night as she was studying, melanie came into their room, face flushed, and closed the door, wedging a door stop to prevent entry. helene wondered what was going on? melanie sat on her bed and pulled a small bottle out of her sweater, saying she was so wicked, she was in the rectory and had poured scared wine into her water bottle and would helene drink it with her, it was really wrong she admitted, not sure why she did it, but school was boring, she wanted excitement, please don’t tell anyone, cmon, drink some with me, itll be fun…..

helene agreed, and they started drinking the sweet wine, grimacing with every sip. in 10 minutes, they started feeling the effects of the alcohol, sitting on the bed, they giggled and shushed each other, they made fun of the nuns, the dizzy exhilaration of the wine making them less shy….

melanie asked helene if she ever kissed a boy or thought about touching and being touched. under the affects of the wine, helene started talking about her inner dialogue, how she would kneel at her bed and touch herself between her legs, everywhere, fantasizing about being fucked in both her holes, how she loved to finger herself, and how good it felt. only after she blurted out what she used to do did she feel instantly contrite, and blushed in silent shame. melanie hugged her and told her not to worry at all, that she too touched herself constantly, overwhelmed by the thought of kissing a boy, kissing his penis, and having it inside her. helene continue to hug Melanie, and whispered in her ear it was ok, did she ever think about kissing a girl, or touching a girl’s vagina, that melanie had done it once in high school with a friend, kissing a girl, getting naked and touching and being touched.. she even said they both licked each other pussies, and put fingers into each other’s pussies and buttholes, it felt so amazing, cmon, let’s do this, let me kiss you and touch you, please…

with heart pounding, helene said yes, they kissed, first chastely, then with melanie taking the lead, told her to open her mouth, touch tongues and enjoy the feeling… both girls started pressing their bodies together, hands roaming, helene touched melanie’s breasts, whispering that she is going to open her blouse and touch her nipples and kiss them, helene allowing melanie to take the lead, she was overwhelmed with heated desire, now grinding against melanie and running her hands up and down her body, they both entwined and lost in lust…

melanie told helene to take off her clothes. she got undressed, saying it was so amazing to be nude, take everything off, i want to see your body, look at mine, touch me, kiss me all over, put your fingers in me, let me kiss you down there, let’s do it to each other at the same time, i want it, oh please lets, it’s so nice… as if jolted by electric shock, helene takes off her clothes and embraces melanie, kissing again, hands running all over each other’s bodies, helene gasps as melanie touches her clit, put a finger inside her as she kisses her deeply, tongues swirling, melanie takes helene’s hand and puts on her mound, opens her legs and pushes her finger in, they are kissing and fingering pussies, panting in furious torrid heat, no thoughts, just passion….

breaking from the kiss, melanie starts licking and nibbling helene’s neck and ears, caressing helene’s breasts, she kisses, going lower, nibbling at shoulders, she whispers for helene to lay back, lay back and open your legs, and she does, as she feels the tickle of melanie’s hair caressing her body, licking nibbling lower, her stomach, lightly brushing her mound, licking kissing nibbling her thighs, melanie gently forces open helene’s thighs, spreading her pussy lips, she licks at her clit, and helene gasps with palpable force as this new sensation overwhelms her with an unrelenting sweeping force, sending her to a level of feeling she never would forget…

melanie continues to lick helene’s clit, and gently inserts a finger in her pussy, first gently, then a bit faster, sometimes in and out, and then in a circular motion, matching the motion of her tongue with fingers, in delicate dynamic delight, she suddenly stops, looks up, and kisses helene. tasting herself on melanie’s lips, helene feels inexorable sexual wave after wave of hungry desire…

do it to me, melanie whispers, laying back and opening her legs, lick me, kiss me down there, i want it, need it from you please…..she obeys, and at first looks at melanie’s pussy, wet and reddishly swollen, and kisses her pussy lips gently at first, melanie pushes her crotch onto her face opens her legs wider still and moans in silent silvery fervor as helene’s tongue darts at her clit, she returns the favor by putting a finger into her pussy, gently sliding in and out, swirling around her button, then faster, melanie grabs a pillow, her moans a muffled plaint of furious happiness.

melanie grabs helene’s head, saying stop, come kiss me… as they lay next to each other kissing tenderly, softly caressing, melanie says she preferred girls but would do it with a boy, but liked girls so much better, let’s do this forever, i want to be your girlfriend, lets, please… helene is flattered and excited, but thinks she wants a boy to do this with, girls are nice, but she wants a penis…

she responds that this is fun, but she really likes boys, but will not stop playing with melanie, sorry, but let’s not worry right now…

they fell asleep in each other arms. the next morning’s light found them awake, somewhat awkward, but surprisingly unashamed about what happened last night. they kissed tenderly, avowing continued sex, showered, dressed and went to class.

weeks pass, they more often than not spend nights clenched in fevered and furious passion, they have both orgasmed with each other, masturbated for each other, even put s into each other’s pussies… they even delighted in playing with their assholes, giggling at first, but then incorporating it into their sex, fingering and touching, the feeling so deliciously sinful….

their secret school life lived in subtle satiety, no one knew, no one ever noticed their surreptitious smile nor the oft-missing sacramental wine, two 18 year old virginal catholic schoolgirls learning, praying, outwardly always doing what was expected of them.

returning from christmas vacation, they spent the first two nights in fevered youthful passion, under covers in their dark dorm, once again drinking purloined wine, stifled moans muffled against pillows or each other…

the first day of class, they both attended the course called “grace sin and redemption.” sitting next to each other quietly waiting for the teacher, they whispered their silly secrets. as he entered the room, they saw their new teacher; father thomas, who was very different than the older priests of the school.. mid forties and in good shape, tall and dark, not very handsome, but very pleasing to their young eyes. helene had to put her head down as she blushed, overcome by her youthful lust, as melanie glanced sideways to witness her pain.

helene never heard a word of what he spoke, so consumed by furious desire, his voice so compelling, she darted furtive glances at his crotch when she knew he wasn’t looking, she wanted to feel him, touch him, kiss him, have him in her.

after class, the girls went to lunch, and in huddled secrecy, helene confessed her wanton desire, with melanie responding that father thomas was handsome, nice voice and body, she too, would so “do him.”

in the next few weeks, she stayed lost in lust in his class, her eyes always darting towards his crotch, unconsciously licking her lips, one day as she was fixated he turned his head towards her and caught her staring… face furiously flushed, she looked down, abashed that he saw her staring. father tom seemed to hesitate in speech, then carried on speaking. melanie could not lift her head the rest of time in class, and darted out at the end…

on sunday morning, she struggled to maintain her composure throughout mass, as father tom was conducting, but when it came to holy communion, she knew that she would have to steel herself to approach him. she could not dispel the mental image of kneeling at his feet as she kissed and licked his penis. she physically had to shake her head to banish the wicked thought and only just managed to succeed moments before she had to kneel in front of him.

 ……body of christ, he said to her, as she knelt before him, head down, then forced herself to raise her head, open her mouth and slowly stick out her tongue to receive the host. as she did, his finger brushed against her wet tongue and she almost fainted in shock at the surge of electricity that seemed to run straight through her body. arising, she somehow managed to make it back to her place in the pew and knelt down, body trembling, overcome, hoping no one was watching her…

the next day in class, melanie and helene were sitting together as usual, and melanie was whispering what it might be like to have fun with father tom. helene giggled a bit loudly and father stopped talking and stared at both of the girls. unable to look away, helene could only feel her face redden as father tom spoke loudly and harshly about interfering his lecture. father told both girls that he would see them in the rectory this evening, right after dinner to discuss their rude behavior. feeling nothing but humiliation at being spoken to in front of the other girls, helene could only suffer in silent mortified agony.

drifting through the rest of the day, she was trapped in the bright instant of her soon to be shameful demise, she thinks she would be expelled, worried that her mom would cry over the money she had to borrow to send her to st catherine’s and had wasted, the punishment, maybe even getting caned for her folly, she could focus on nothing else but what was to ensue this evening. dinner stayed on her plate, girls spoke to her with no response, and melanie was nowhere to be found, her only friend…. she was lost.

walking to the rectory as if it were the last green mile, shoulders slumped, she could not get past feeling of doom. arriving at the rectory door, she smoothes her uniform, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and knocks.

she hears father tom tell her to enter, and she does, heart pounding, dread-filled thoughts abounding, face burning in shameful angst, she approaches, head down. he tells her to stand in front of his desk, as he sits in judgment, tells her to look at him, she raises his head, his eyes blazing furious darts, burning into her psyche, she feels trapped, unable to move, heart pounding, she awaits her fate, saying nothing, unbidden tears falling on red cheeks, staining her white school blouse..

with an angry tone, father tom tells her that he would tolerate a lot in his class, but rudeness and inattentiveness is unforgivable, he is disappointed, he lectures her on the importance of humility, of peaceful quietude, of the need to learn, his voice penetrating her psyche, she cannot look away, she nods in agreement, she is contrite, she is afraid and despondent, and thinks to herself, she will accept any punishment he doles out….

helene, he says in his stern tone, i saw you staring at me in class, where your eyes were, saw you lick your lips, your thoughts are obviously evil, what should we do with you, we should send you home to your mother telling her what a dirty little girl you are… you need to decide how our lord can help you cleanse your soul, you need to pray, to confess your sins and expunge the demons…will you confess to me, tell me your evil thoughts, so i may help you fulfill your penance, submit to me, submit to your lord, give yourself to me and the power…

yes she says, anything father, please don’t send me home, anything you want, i will confess, will confess my impure thoughts, all that i have sinfully done and thought, will reveal all to you, only please don’t kick me out of school, please….

father tom stands up, and coming around the desk stands in front of helene, stares at her saying nothing, she feels his power, smells his musk, her head is bowed, she lifts her eyes to his crotch, see the bulge of his penis pressing against his pants, her breath catches, she senses his musky excitement, her heart pounds, she is elevated by electric hope, she hears his labored inhalation accelerate, matching her own awkward breathing….

helene, oh helene, i am so wicked myself, he confesses, i am full of the weakness of the flesh, i have been watching you watch me, have pleasured myself thinking how i want you, to fuck you, to take your sweet naïve virginity, i know you want me in you, i know you want my penis in your mouth, your pussy, and yes, even in your ass.. i know what wicked and sinful things you have been doing with melanie, she confessed to me last week, she told me what you did almost every night together, licking your pussies, and fingering your pussies and assholes, and i have been driven by desire to have you both all those ways…. say yes, say yes to me and no one will know, there will be no more discipline, you will do as i say until you graduate, let me have my way with you when i want, and i will make sure your time here at st catherines will be a great one, i will make sure you get the best grades, i will write letters of recommendation, only give me of yourself, give me your body in every way as i see fit… that’s all you need do..

she cannot say no, frozen in stilled and quiet attention, she nods yes, she is weak kneed and painfully hopeful that he take her, take her and even hurt her a bit, to make her pay for her sinful behavior, she will do anything he asks, willfully, wickedly, she will be a slut for him, for god, for jesus, for the devil himself….

helene, come closer, father tom orders, put your hand on my hardness, feel my desire for you, touch me, rub my cock outside my pants, do it now.. as if a marionette she is impelled forward, she reaches out, gasps in ecstatic shock as she touches his penis, she rubs it, cannot look away from his crotch. she licks her lips in anticipatory enchantment, he softly sighs, he moans, pull down my zipper, do it now, she obeys, his pants fall, his boxers bulging, she gasps again, he tells her to reach in and take it out, quickly.. she reaches in and with pulse pounding, she exposes his cock, it looks so red and big, she holds it, and he tells her its best to slide up and down, he takes her hand in his and jerks himself, showing her how it’s done, she enthusiastically complies, she moves her hand in frantic friction for a moment, an eternity…

now, get on your knees, he orders, you will put me in your mouth and move back and forth like you did with your hand. as you do, swirl your tongue around the head, that feels so good, you are such a sinfully wicked girl, you are a whore, but you shall be my whore, mine alone, and no one shall judge you, not anyone, you will do this because you love it, you were born to do this…

she sucks him, she is wet, wetter than she ever has been, she looks at his cock and balls as she kneels, she holds them she rubs them, hearing his grateful moaning response, she want nothing more than to please him in every way, minutes pass, she feels fatigue but continues, this is right, this is what i have dreamt of, i want this…

he grasps her head. stop. stop for now, i want you naked before me, i want you to stand up and take off your uniform. let me see all of you…. take off your uniform but leave your panties and bra on… quickly. do it.

standing before him, she takes off her plaid skirt and white blouse, her body outlines in her bra and cotton panties so compelling, father tom groans in heated passion, stroking his cock, stares at her, helene feels like he is seeing into her soul, she stands there exposed and beautifully vulnerable, he tells her that he will fuck her, take her virginity, fuck her pussy and ass, he uses those words that make her blush, she sees him with his cock in his hand, his white collar around his neck, she is consumed by fiery guilt and shame, yet with unquenchable lust she wants him, wants to know what it’s like to be fucked, to feel full, to know the pleasure of a man, wants it all….

take off your bra, father orders, let me see your luscious breasts, and in an instant she removes it, he sighs, staring, oh god, so youthful and firm, i must have you, take off your panties now, let me see your sweet pussy, her panties fall off, she steps out of them, her taught stomach and split showing he beckons her to come forward, and she obeys…

i will be gentle, fear not, sweet child, i will go slow, but i will have you in your sweet virgin pussy and ass, you will see how if you relax it will go in you, you will love it, crave it, dream of it, you will have my juices everywhere….now, lean over the desk, and open your legs wide, i will take you from behind…

she does as she is told and feels him from behind, he is touching her pussy, teasing her, he touches her asshole, she groans, she is overtaken with lust, wants him to push his big dick in her, she wants it, doesn’t care if it hurts a bit, she craves him in her…

now, sweet child, open yourself, i am going to put it in you, as he gently and slowly enters her, she doesn’t resist, eyes closed, it feels weird, but good, so good, she tells him to push, its ok, and he slides all the way in her, her copious juices making it easy, he moves in and out, she want to encompass him, her passion once again coming to penultimate rage, nothing else exists, she moans, she pants, fuck me father tom, oh god fuck me harder father tom, fuck me, jesus, father your cock feels so big…

yes, oh yes, my sweet, take all of me in you… and for you now, a special treat…

she has been so intent on getting fucked she never noticed melanie in the room, she witnessed it all, melanie climbs on the desk, naked, opening her legs, melanie beckoning her to eat my pussy hurry, make me ready for father tom, i am next to lose my virginity after you lick me finger me play with me put your fingers in my pussy and asshole fill me make me cum, please oh please….

helene has now been transported to a world never before felt, raw animal urges satisfied, primal, unremitting gratification achieved, she licks and fingers melanie as father tom pistons her, she is past any rational thought, she is lost, overcome, evaporating….

father tom fucks her deep and slow, as he wets his finger in his pussy juices and tells her he will now have her ass. he circles her asshole with his wet finger, sending spasmic bliss directly to her brain, he pushes his finger in gently, she envelops him madly, still licking and fingering melanie, he movies in and out of her tight ring, telling her how he loves this, cherishes her, will be gentle, he must fuck her ass, she wants him in her, he withdraws her finger, pulls out his cock, she misses the feeling of fullness, wants him in her, he tells her to push out a little as i put in in your ass, try to relax and don’t fight, she wants his cock in her, will take the pain, as he presses, his cock head enters, she gasps, and he pushes into her, not moving, asking her if she is ok, she nods yes, and father tom starts to move, first slow, then faster, with furious determination he pistons her, the pain so insubstantially experiential,  she loves this, she would gladly perish, overcome, overwhelmed in mad desire, to do this forever.

he fucks her ass for an eternity, a few moments and tells helene that melanie shall now be treated to the same treatment, he pulls out leaving her again  longing, get on the desk and she will eat you as i fuck her pussy and ass…

they switch positions as father tom fucks melanie as she licks and fingers helene.. time inexorably stretches, their moans fill the walls of the rectory, the statues of saints looking down in stony silence, the musky smell of sex shatters the air, father tom is their master, their king, they will do anything he asks, only please never stop doing this to us, please sir, we will be good girls for you, only you, oh please…

pulling out of melanie’s ass, father tom says he must come, explaining about his seed, how it will explode out of him, he wants to give them of his essence, his corpus, his holy spirit…

ordering them both on their knees before him, he tells them both kiss each other around his dick, they must lick and suck him, swirl their tongues against each others, his cock head, they must rub his balls, tickle his ass, they apply themselves willingly, taking turns sucking and kissing, he tells helene to jerk his dick and melanie to lick the head, faster, harder don’t be afraid to use pressure, faster she pumps, as father tom starts to groan and order them both to open their mouths, and wait for it, he starts to growl, calls out and twitches as ropey fluid shoots from his cock, covering both girls faces in his essence, they flinch but don’t turn away, they want his liquid, they love the submission and surrender, he jerks and moans, eyes closed…

he sighs, knees weak, he prays aloud for forgiveness, orders the girls to pray with him, but knows in his very core that this can never end.

she awakes to constricted and naked panic. unable to move her arms and legs, she cannot understand what is happening. straining against her bindings, she cannot budge at all, her blindfold tightly pressing against her eyes, her mouth taped shut, cotton softness pressing against her ears, there are no cues, no sounds, no sights, just the swirling darkness from the insides of her eyelids…. she inhales deeply in order to perceive anything, anything at all…

….nothing. there is nothing…. she feels like she is drowning in a maelstrom of unquenchable terror and loss.  

thinking back, she remembers meeting a nice guy from a dating site, having a drink or two, and then, and then…. oh god, where is she, why is she tied up, how could she be so foolishly trusting? she realizes she was drugged. and now bound and sensory deprived somewhere, naked, arms outstretched, legs bound and spread wide apart, she can only think of the rest of the world passing her by, she will be forgotten, no one will know where she is, she will die alone, isolated, never to find love, or travel to tuscany, or never have that perfect glass of wine and chocolate.

time ineluctably passes, moments an eternity, nothing exists except for her thoughts and slight perceptions. she feels unyielding pressure from her bladder and bowels, the discomfort making her squirm, yet she cannot just let go, she waits, trapped in this bright instant of electric shock and fear, waiting to find out who has done this to her, if it is really that guy from last night, she thinks he was so good looking, and his air of arrogant confidence so maddening yet alluring….

suddenly, as if jolted by a taser, she feels a touch on her face, she cries out behind the duct tape that seals her lips,  she cries, trying to vocalize, please let me go, please, i will do whatever you want, don’t hurt me, but all that comes out is terror-filled mumbling…..

he whispers in her ear, silence, keep still, do what you are told and it will be easier for you. nod that you hear me….and she wants to nod, yet feels a sudden unbidden upsurge of anger, who is this person, the hell with him, if he is going to kill me anyway, then i am not co-operating, the hell with it….and feels the most wracking painful searing sensation on her inner thighs, her ass, her breasts,  she hears the smacking of some strap or paddle beating her sensitive skin… she writhes in anguished pain, screaming behind her taped lips, oh god stop, please she tries to yell, you are killing me, as the beating continues for what appears to be minutes, yet is only a few seconds…

mercifully it ends. she senses his body next to her, he leans in and says when i tell you to nod, or do anything else, do not hesitate to comply, or you will get the same, or worse. obey and there will be no pain. you are entering a transcendent and transformational journey, a journey where you will live to obey my slightest whim, await my bidding, live for me and only me, your ego will dissipate in the glory of service to me, only me. you will perform no action without my permission, you will not exist outside of me. nod if you understand.

she starts to nod, but once again is overtaken by the excruciating stings of a paddle or belt, he counts 10 times, and stops and says, you hesitated, but i only gave you 10 lashes because you aren’t yet fully trained….you better be a quick learner, or your body will suffer.

she is crying, sobbing, feeling relentless anguish, humiliation and shame, her helplessness driving her to deep depths of sorrow, she wonders if she is really alive, is she dreaming, she is full of unappeasable loss…. her body sends fevered courses of aching fury to her brain, the pressure of her needing to void, keeps her hypertensive and agonized….

once again she feels him behind her, smells his pheromones, she wants to beg, to cry, to plead, but cannot, she wants to avoid the lash at all costs, she becomes hypersensitive to his every movement, his smell, his voice, she cannot help herself, she starts to want to please him, he doesnt need to beat her, she will cooperate, she will she swears to herself, she feels his breathing on her neck, tries to inhale his essence, wants to do his bidding…

so it begins, he says, you will enjoy this, he utters with his deep low voice, i promise you pleasure, i promise you an amazing spiritual journey, i promise to cherish you as my willing slave, this will happen, but not until i am satisfied that you are truly worthy…..until then, i will be cruel and capricious, and do things to you wont like, until and unless you do my bidding without conscious thought…

it will take months, perhaps years. your old life is done. it is nothing but a wisp of fading memories, this small room your new universe, and i am your god. this sea-change of a  voyage will be an intricate one, and your body and mind its vessel. you will be given pain and pleasure, sometimes separately, sometimes together.

you are uncomfortable right now. this will continue for a few more hours. this is your first test. show me you can control yourself, control the physical need, lose yourself in the helpless distress you feel. you will be rewarded with bathroom and food privileges, but for now, there is nothing for you, nothing but learning to be patient.

she senses his departure. she is overpowered by unrelenting  and petrifying defeat… and from somewhere in the recesses of her mind,  she starts to extrapolate the possibilities that she will really have to surrender in order to survive, she starts to imagine his face, what he would like, how she can please him, she imagines that if she does what he wants, she might actually enjoy this, but no, this is rape, this is the epitome of violation, this is unacceptable, yet she cannot but help think that she has, at times, had fantasies about being overtaken by a strong man,  she feels guilty pangs of excitement, this is overwhelming.

and realizes that despite her small surrounding, she has a vast world of possibility.

she works every day, behind her desk, laying out art for magazines, and media, almost automatically she performs the same rote, over and over… and is lost, lost in a world of her own imagining, a world of erotic desire and sexual fantasy, she often stops working, closes her eyes, and dreams…..

one weekend, she decides to take her bike to the ocean, to the boardwalk, drop the kids off somewhere, to get away, to inhale the salty refreshing air of the ocean, which so much reminds her of her childhood home, on the other side of the world, another lifetime, a culture so different than what she lives in now…

she pedals, the salty breeze caresses her face, the redolent memory of one of her fantasies, makes her see with double vision, she is distracted to the point that she loses her balance, her front wheel wobbles and she brakes to a halt, bumping a passer-by….

she is embarrassed by her distractedness, and says to the stranger she is so sorry, she doesn’t know why she lost her balance, and he responds with a voice so deep, so whispery sexy, for her not to worry, it happens, and smiles at her, and his eyes, somehow staring into her soul, with a secret knowledge of his power, his aura of sensuality blazing…..she blinks, and drops her head, unable to look at him, and is thankful that her carved ebony-skinned face cannot betray the rush of blood that comes unbidden, and looks back at him, with a smile that is so open and friendly, she cannot believe that the spark of energy that flows from her to him is so compelling, she thinks how handsome he is, this man with shaven head, goatee and earrings, so big and tall, with broad shoulders and barrel chest, his fair skin so healthy looking.

they sit on a bench, talking of trivial things, and his leg touches her, and her breath once again catches in her throat, she feels a stream of electric energy that flows directly to her brain, and more, makes her wet, her nipples instantly harden, her pussy damp, and she feels an ache, a desire that must be satisfied. he is tacitly aware of her
feelings, secure, and puts his hand on her thigh, looking at her, his eyes bore into hers, he rubs her upper thigh and tells her that he will have her, she will come to his hotel room, and he will fulfill her every desire, will take her to heights she dreams of, will allow her to embrace her womanhood, and have many orgasms….

in semi-stunned disbelief, she agrees, she wants him now, wants to please him, make him happy, to do everything sexual he wants, without reservation, she wants him to fill her, fill all her holes, she wants his hard cock in her pussy, her mouth, and yes, even though she doesn’t really like it, will let him fuck her ass, anything, just to feel him in her.

as if propelled by a stream of air, she is rushed headlong to his room, she wants him to take her, take her now, but he is so cool, so relaxed within his secure masculine power, that he talks to her, with his hypnotic deep male voice, telling her what she is about to undergo, and more, that she is safe with him, that no matter what, she will have a keyword to say in case the intensity of the experience overwhelms her, she is protected within the confines of the helplessness that will ensue.

she cannot believe this man, his arrogant confidence, his air of control, and she is ready, so ready to capitulate, to allow him to vanquish her, to do as he pleases, only wishing that she too will be able to orgasm, that he won’t be too selfish, she wants to share this pleasure, she wants both of them to come over and over…

he tells her to stand up, stand in the middle of the room, and orders her to take off her clothes except for bra and panties. as if pushed, she stands up, trembling, and undresses as he stares at her body, hungrily. he tell her to turn around, he wants to see her, and she does, slowly, arching her back, posing sexily, she pirouettes as the open window allows the soft warm ocean-scented breeze caress her body…..

all reserve is now gone, she doesn’t care about convention, or that she just met this man, this feels so right, so good, so sensual. he tells her to take off her bra, and to rub and pinch her nipples, and beg him to do that to her, and she does so, her wetness staining her panties, her breath panting, she moans and begs him, yet he refuses….

after a minute he tells her to stop, and orders he to take off her panties. once again, she is compelled to drop them, and he tells her to close her eyes, keep them closed as he stares at her, stares at her pussy and tells her to take her fingers and spread herself, open her pussy lips and show him where she wants him to put his dick into, and
she does so, he tells her not to touch her clit, he will control her pleasure, he wants her to show him her charms, and where she wants him to fuck her.her heart pounding, she gasps with agonized pleasure when he says how sexy she looks, how much he desires her, how 

amazing their contrasting skin colors will look enmeshed together…

he tells her to turn around, and bend over, and spread her ass, he wants to see her open and spread, and to see her embarrassment at exposing herself, and once again, she does so instantly, mortified, yet so turned on as she feel his eyes on her, on her secret areas, and almost comes….

good, he says, good, your body is mine, i own you, you will do what i want, how i want, wont you, as he stares into her eyes, and she says, oh yes, yes please, anything, take what you want, i am yours…

ordering to once again stand up straight, he tells her he will now blindfold her, and that for the rest of the evening she will be blindfolded, and at times have her hands bound behind her. she stands shaking, and agrees. he replies that she has no choice, she may not disagree. taking a long silk scarf, he stands in front of her, he is still fully clothed, as he softly teases her body with the scarf, running it up and down her body, on her taut nipples, her pussy lips, her mouth, as she can only moan…

moving behind her, he puts the scarf over her eyes, a dark colored scarf, ensuring that her upper face is covered, she can see nothing, and she immediately focuses on her other senses, her taste, smell, touch, all become heightened with the immediacy of the moment.

he whispers in her ear that his cock is big and hard, and she will love his cock, love it in her, she will want his come in her every hole, and on her face, her tits, she will want to rub it all over her body…

taking her by the hand, he brings her to the bed, a soft king-sized mattress awaiting, he lays her down on her back, and tells her to open her legs, and to put 3 fingers in her pussy, and fuck herself as he watches.. which she immediately does, all senses focused on her wet cunt, she pistons, she moans, she feels a build-up, and he tells her
to stop. erotically frustrated as she was so close, he stopped her, she is totally overcome with sexual energy, elemental animalistic sexual passion…

she feels his body on the bed, as he then squats over her face, she smells his musk, as he orders her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, and she does, he puts his cock in her mouth. she starts to suck, and he pulls away and tells her, i didn’t say for you to suck. open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and don’t move.and she does, as he takes his cock, and fucks her mouth, rubs her face with it, rubs her tongue with his cockhead, moves it in her mouth, as she is overcome with lust, she smells and tastes him, and wants nothing more than to suck him, lick him and take his juices down her throat…

you love this don’t you, he says, no one ever allowed you to become the slut you want to be, only me, i own you now….

she moans in agreement, as he continues to fuck her mouth, and then rubbing his wet hard cock all over her face, and then into her mouth, as he reaches behind him and plays with her clit, teasing, rubbing, she once again begins to feel that pressure, and arches her back, her breath coming faster, and he once again stops, frustratingly denying her
an orgasm….

he gets off of her, and order hers to turn over, to get on her knees, ass up, face down, he wants to fuck her hard and good, as she lays there. he tells her not to move, as much as she wants to, he will control the pace. she complies at once..

he kneels behind her, and her soaking wet pussy beckons him, she is panting and groaning for him to fuck her. please, oh please, fuck me…and he smacks her ass and tells her to shut up, she has nothing to say about what is happening. she arches her back as he takes his cock head, and rubs it up and down her sex channel from her clit, past her pussy lips, to her asshole, and back down, teasing her, she wants to only push back and have him enter her, but stays still, as he continues to rub, he pushes slightly harder on her clit, then up, and then rubs his cock in her ass furrow, back and forth…. and then with a sudden hard thrust, shoves his cock deep into her pussy, filling her up, he pounds her hard for a minute, grasping her hips, he pistons her as she is driven mad with lust, then slows, pushing very deep, and out, back and forth, slowly using circular motions, he stimulates all of her internal pleasure centers….

do you want to come, he asks, and she says oh yes, please, i need to, oh god please, and he says, no. not until i want you to. she is past maddened lust, she is transported to another plane of existence, of immediate timeless pleasure, where only pleasure exists, only a base hunger for pleasure her driving force….

he continues to fuck her, fast, then slow, all the while telling her what a wonderful fucktoy she is, how beautiful, how her glistening black skin looks so strikingly erotic next to his pinkness, for what seems to be an eternity….

he wets his finger, and spreads her ass, and starts to rub her tight asshole with a finger as he fucks her, and her erotic heights elevate even higher as she feels her sensitive area send erotic waves to her brain, she wants him to fuck her there too, she moans, please fuck my ass, she begs, and he cruelly says, no, you aren’t ready, maybe next
time, as he gently probes, his finger enters her ass, gently, and she is overcome with sensation…

he double fucks her, and then stops, and pulls out, making her feel so empty, so wanting…

he tells her he will now tie her hands behind her back and her ankles to the bed, not to move, and she hears him, he brings more scarves, and binds her. she is unable to move, bound and blindfolded, as he tells her he will be in the other room, she will wait for his pleasure….

time seems to stretch, every second an eternity, her senses heightened, her pussy aching, her ass wanting, her mouth
desiring to be filled….she lays there, as he left her, ass up, face down, immobile….she waits....she hears a rustle, and he returns. she feels him once more behind him, as he enters her and fucks her. and in 

amazement, she senses another presence by her face, and starts to ask… shut up and open your mouth, he orders, and she feels another cock at her mouth, she is once again overwhelmed, she engulfs him, she is crazy mad with passion and desire as this new stranger lets her suck him, her tongue swirling, head bobbing, hearing his moans of pleasure, she is now caught in a netherworld of dream-like rapture…

minutes of pleasure pass, an infinite time of moans and bliss with the sounds of moist friction piercing the room’s ocean-tinted air…..

he unties her hands to allow her to suck better, and she is invigorated, she wants to swallow this new stranger, as her new lover fucks her from behind, once again his finger in her tight asshole, she is filled with flesh, filled with heat and desire, she is ready to come without even having her clit touched…

and hears a woman’s moan… and is now past the point of needing to make sense of anything, she wants to be engulfed, overwhelmed, vanquished….

he tells her that now she will soon come, that they will all come, that she will feel his come in her pussy and the stranger’s come pulse down her throat… and the stranger’s girlfriend who has been watching will come from stroking her clit while watching us all….

he removes her blindfold, unties her ankles, as she blinks, looks up and sees another big white man, moaning with pleasure as she sucks him and looks over to see a woman, naked, her lovely breasts with hardened nipples showing, legs open, fingers in her pussy, her other hand’s finger rubbing her clit, looking at her, at them, as her lover
fucks her and reaches under her, and rubs her swollen clit, he says now, its time, i need to come, lets all come, as a universal electric energy converges on them all, and somehow, they all come at the same time, their moans fill the room, and the overwhelming passion overtakes them, they become lost in their private universes, yet stay in touch,
they expel, they yell, they die, and are reborn…..

my god, she thinks as she lays there, i can never give this up, i must do this over and over…

and then also thinks, i don’t even know their names…..

she awakes with nervous anticipation, as today is the day; the time she has been awaiting with dreaded fear and hunger, the day he is coming over to start her on the journey, her transformation, her path to truth and the life she was born to live.

 they spoke over dinner last week, where he laid out the rules for her first session. this was to be her first test, he was not going to inflict too much pain, but teach her to never question his moves or motives, to teach her unquestioning acceptance, he was going to fine tune her body to fit his needs, to make her aware of the true nature of her submissiveness, for her to be his true pet.

  i have very few requirements, he tells her, which you will obey without question for this first time;

  you will not speak a word, not even if i ask you a question. you may nod and groan, but no more.

you will not touch yourself.

you will not look at me unless told to do so.

i will text you when i am two minutes from you. you will unlock your door, and await me lying naked on your bed, face up, arms out, and legs open. lights on.

  you will have 5 scarves laid out on the bed, awaiting my use. you will place a chair at the foot of your bed for me to sit on.

you will then be taken on your transcendent journey and do exactly as i tell you.

  if you do not follow any of those rules, or even slightly hesitate when told to do something, i will immediately stop, and walk out the door, possibly never to return. you will accept implicitly my natural authority over you.

 you will also be assured that i will grant you much pleasure, some delicious pain, often simultaneously, and at the end of the session, you will be satisfied. 

  you will take orgasmic pleasure in my discovering your body, my knowledge of how it works, and my ability to take you to the edge many times before i grant you release.

  you also will take pleasure as i teach you what pleases me and my body’s pleasure , and your eagerness to learn shall be enthusiastically genuine.

  you will respect me in every way, as i will cherish you.

  ......as the day progresses she cannot eat, cannot do anything but be fixated on what is to happen, her every sense starts to heighten, she floats on a wave of nervous anticipatory energy, with countless possibilities imminent. she is wet, so wet,and she wants to rub herself, but knows that he will know, so she must not. with her heart pounding, it is hours before he is scheduled to arrive, she once again arranges her bedroom, aligns the sheets, looks for dust, as she knows he misses nothing ,so observant and perceptive is he, and will know if she has been lackadaisical in her preparation. for the fifth time she places the scarves in a different position on her bed, thinking about which way would please him the most. it is warm in her house, yet chills overtake her; the pores of the hairs on her head bristle in anticipation, they become more sensitized, her skin feels like it is connected directly to her sex. her thought processes are compartmentalized, she looks outside herself in wonder at the emotional depth she feels, as her desire to truly serve overtakes her in a gestaltic energy of freezing hot cold flashes of consuming adrenaline inducing torrential immediate non-verbal knowing, a knowing that today, finally today, she, the chrysalis, shall begin the transformation into butterfly……

  she is beside herself in anticipatory hunger.

  she drifts, and suddenly is jolted into immediate anxious awareness; he has texted her. he will be at her door in less than two minutes. she cannot help herself, she starts to pant, face burning red with furious rays of heated hungry desire, she runs to the door, unlocks it and runs to the bed, wanting to just fall into it, yet slowing down to ensure that nothing gets out of place, the cool sheets feeling like sweet acid rain on her sensitive back, her nipples painfully tantalizingly taut, dripping wet and throbbing, she is frozen in an electric shock of immediate sensation.

  all senses hyper alert, she concentrates on hearing the sound of the door open, the universe shrinks down to the size of her room, nothing else exists but this immediate proximity; a minute, an eternity, and he enters her room.

  tension heightens, and she wants to see him, but closes her eyes, trying desperately not to squirm, but with her hyper alertness she can almost see him, smell him, as he stands in the room, she hears the sound of the chair as he sits, she hears his soft breathing, her head moving slowly from side to side, she somehow feels that she can smell his scent, his pheromones coursing past her nostrils directly to the pleasure center of her brain, she moans, she want to cry out, she wants his tender touch, she wants to feel her flesh sting from his smacks, she wants to be subsumed into nothingness, to be his slave, his slut, she wants only to be always at his feet in servitude, living only to make him happy…

  another minute, another eternity, an instant lifetime passes as she lays, he looks at her, testing her, to see if she is truly willing, saying nothing, the lack of noise quietly loud, he waits and watches……

  his deep voice shatters the silence as he asks her if she is ready, really ready…..the sound of his voice and question brings instant response against her will as she nods yes, yes, and she cannot control her breathing as she pants and moans in her delicate anguish, she wants nothing more than to do his bidding, lives in the immediate want of desire to please…..

  he stands and approaches. she feels his presence. he says he wonders which scarf you wanted to be wrapped around your eyes, as he chooses….yes, pink today, pink to represent your skin as you feel my touch…….

sit up he says, and as if a marionette, she is up. he gets behind her and wraps the scarf around her eyes, and now yes, she does smell his scent, elementally aware of his power, his hunger, his desire, she trembles as she feels his hands on her hair, the burning feeling his fingertips give her making her gasp….

  she hopes he will touch her, her body like a taut spring, yet he does not, he tells her to lay back down.

  i will now inspect you to see if you are worthy. put your arms over your head. open your legs. wide….again, without volition she obeys, as her face starts to burn in shame as she knows she is naked and horribly vulnerable, exposed… she hopes that he likes what he sees, she wants him to want her too, chills trilling up and down her body.

  lift your legs up, knees to your shoulders, i want to inspect you, he orders. an electric instant and she obeys, humiliated as she is totally exposed, her private places open for his inspection…..

  he says nothing, as she must maintain that position, she cannot see what he is doing, cannot see his face, only awaiting that voice, that deep voice telling her what to do, and suddenly she then loses her shame.. she wants him to look, wants him to know that despite her apparent loss of control, she knows that it is her body that he desires, she must be a slut for him, but he must respect her in that role….

and she relaxes, she is almost ready to let go, she embraces their mutual power, and she smiles……..

  moments pass, as he watches her, he sees the change in her body’s tautness, and he knows it is time to begin. he stands and takes her wrists, and whispers, now, you will be restricted, as he binds first one wrist to a corner, then the other, all the while, letting the silky material gently tickle her skin in delicious teasing softness. she hears him go to the foot of the bed, and tying one ankle, then the other to the poster, she is now bound, helpless, receptive, eager.

  he asks her if she feels discomfort, are her ties too tight, as she shakes her head no, she wants that wash of tautness and restriction, she relishes the feeling of entrapment…..he smiles and nods to himself, knowing she answers correctly.

  once again, she hears him sit. moments stretch, she is lost in her immediate world of sensation, alert to his wishes, nothing else exists….

she hears him leave the room… where is he going? did she do something to fail?

  returning, he gets on the bed, and lays next to her, and placing his mouth next to her ear, tells her she is a good pet, so far so good, but this is just a beginning, he must tune her body to his touch, she must burn for it… as he speaks, she feels a coldness on first one nipple, then the other, and realizes that he has an ice cube in his hand, the frigid pleasurable pain of the stinging coldness turns her nipples into rigid darts, as he goes from one to the other, wet warmth, then cold…..it drives her mad with desire as she starts to squirm, and he laughs at her, laughs at her pleasure/discomfort, but laughing in knowing that she is an instrument, that he too, must learn to play….

  and just as suddenly, he drags the cube down her stomach, circling her belly button, she knows where he is going next, she wants it, he teases her in delectable agony, with one hand he spreads her her open, with the other he rubs the ice cube up and down her lips… her groans shatter the quietude, and he stops. and gets off the bed.

good. very good, he says, you are doing nicely.

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