Kinky Summer Camp
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Posted:Jul 30, 2018 1:43 pm
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Dark Magic Society has just been gifted all that was and more (daytime and evening parties at the place we began). Free sex education classes are BACK. I am now able to return once again a learning space to the community as I was gifted 28 years ago when at 18 I walked into my first NLA class on scrotum inflation.. Not my thing as a top, but it taught me everyone was validated in their non-harmful pursuits in the lifestyle.
I use the word Dark as it is a descriptive of a dungeon that allows sexual activities. I use the word Magic because that IS the definition of what happens when bodies/energies collide to a positive outcome.
With this foundation....Saturday night WAS DARK MAGIC!!!!!
I have spent the last few months truly learning from great leaders. Party groups that have more to offer than simply good people, safe, and great place. I created last night's Kinky Summer Camp accordingly.
There were two scheduled games...slave tug of war & spin the bottle.
Simply know there were more women than men. There was a perfect representation in balance of all age groups as well as all swingers and monogamous BDSMers and those that dive into both pools.
GAME #1 - Tug of war....
I was behind schedule. There were so many people I HAD to converse with during the first hour that I was remiss in keeping on the announced schedule....so many loving friends surrounding me. I called out a 5 minute warning. I explained the concept and told everyone to do what they needed to do (restroom, smoke/toke, drink, etc.) get 'er done.
Our adult playground private home has a spectacular view of the valley, millions of lights twinkled in the background. Everyone that was not currently involved in a scene I individually questioned. Do you wish to be a top, bottom or observer?" Team One, Team Two and Rope were assigned from their responses.
Seven submissive women were the "rope". I individually inspected to assure they were securing their rope links correctly by clasping themselves to themselves hand to wrist, left and right. I had to adjust a few due to height....taller women being the hole vs. putting their arms through a shorter woman's hole formed by the chain. I corrected all imperfections therein and the game was ready to begin. The white flag (lady with a white top) was centered perfectly.
When the rope was assembled, Team One and Team Two were assembled in the same link system...One to the left of the rope, Two to the right. I explained to all that this was not an "aggressive" competition. Safe words were "Yellow" and "Red"..."Yellow" meant I am losing my balance, "Red" meant "I AM" going to fall. I instructed all of the safe responses therein.
With a scrumptious glass of red wine in my hand, my hair in cute little pig tails, I squatted down in order to judge the competition. "On your marks, get set, go." I yelled into the night air.
In a flash of three seconds I was witness to an epic struggle. The shock in the rope's eyes from the express determination of the two teams to win. The resolve in the seven rope faces not to break. The exuberant joy in all of the effervescent participants and spectators.
Fear crossed the face of three of the rope links. Which one would give first? I had already redeemed the rope. The rope could not lose. They were rope...they existed and served their purpose. They would break according to the dominant energy exertion of Team One or Team Two....even if they were "the weakest link" they served their purpose. They had a reason to exist and were not allowed to be ashamed for letting go as that was OK.
Strength emanated from and was embodied within several faces in the link of the submissive rope as well. Resolve was the word their facial determination expressed. "You Shall Not Pass" LotR quote, determination. Although they requested to be categorized with those that would and MUST break for a Team to win...they were not mutable. Magnificent!
It was a split second in time. Three ladies let go of their wrists. Not in unison per se, but extraordinarily close. I stood up, closed my eyes, and my photographic memory replay what just transpired in front of me. Three faces....devastated. They knew that they "were...The weakest link."
One, two, three...the replay screened my internal viewer for a good half minute. After a deep breath, I called out the most precious creature in my midst. Not due to a Hollywood beauty presentation, but due to her internal growth. She was a broken vessel when we met...but now, she not only has a sound plan, but she is actively putting forth effort to accomplish her goals.
She was ashamed. Nipped that in the butt instantly. I called her out on the rules and regulations of the game and the fact that "SHE DID NOT LOSE". SHE SERVED HER PURPOSE....of being the rope. She found her dignity in my words.
Everyone watched or participated. Although short lived....it was a beautiful portrait of the Dark Magic Society unity. We are FAMILY. We are a VILLAGE. We are a portion of the overall BDSM/Swingers community that lifts shared values and those that embrace those principals. AND WE HAVE FUN!!!!
Oh dear universe...11 p.m. Time for spin the bottle but I have just been informed that the space I had designated is being used by a SEXY D/s & SM couple. I love them. He built the spanking in that space. Because of me they exist/because of them I exist. I forget which way the pattern progresses. Regardless, I know that I will owe them more than I can ever repay. Luck, luck lick, lock, lust. When I went inside to see if I could relocate them and the spanking they were wiping it down. Good people. Sigh. They were done with their scene and doing as I require, cleaning the space in which they played.
Game # 2.
Twenty-two people gathered in the circle. I had not anticipated so many willing participants. Earnestly, six was the greatest number in my head of those who would submit themselves willingly to such a taboo. Consent and acceptance are the two foundations of our private social club. Accordingly, the rules of spin the bottle were simple.
Spinner speaks to the spinnee.
"Green" from the Spinner's lips means the Spinner desires to kiss the spinnee.
"Compliment" from the Spinner's lips means the Spinner is going to give the Spinee an intimate compliment about some feature the Spinee posses. After the Spinner compliments the Spinnee, it becomes the Spinnee's turn to compliment the Spinner
Two options of consent, both with an energy building positive outcome.
The spinnee can respond to "Green" with two consents.
First they can respond to Green with a "Green". At that point, they negotiate the level of their KISS. A peck on the cheek, a peck on the lips, open mouth moment in time, a passionate kiss or a full on make out moment in time. Mutual chemistry and consent the law of the land.
Even Troy kicked back to join in this exquisite moment in time.
I spun first. "Green". A girl. There the progression of perfection began. One after another the group cried "green". It haunted me, how I had predicted a very prudent game. The group animated the participants. When two innocent ladies shared a chaste peck, the peanut gallery gave a unison response "Awwwww.". More passionate kisses received a round of applause,
On occasion, the spin allowed two lovers to express their deepest desires towards the object of their passion/desire. To Prince's "Kiss" or Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" or the other Youtube predictions from the decadent choruses....Whether mutual "Green", or "Compliment" each spin was sacred. 45 minutes and a multitude of kisses later, we ended the game with the most spectacular kiss a person could witness.
It was a perfect night in many ways! I feel vital and alive again.
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Today's sweetest compliment
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Posted:Jul 29, 2018 10:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2018 3:38 pm
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Outside of my slave, there are a few others in my life that I protect. Today, one of those people contacted me with this exquisite conversation...
"I am really high right now." (Something she didn't do for a long time after we met, but she has recently discovered the medicinal benefits.)
"I've been in orgies with you. Like actually, mind blown for some reason. I always thought that was one thing I never got to check off my list except it did happen, it was just so casual and normal that I didn't notice. You are magical o.o You had such a fun influence on my life and showed me really cool fun experiences."
Sigh. This is why I exist. This is who I am. Thank you for your validation....
Shared with permission...truly my quote of the day!
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Bedtime Story
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Posted:Jul 25, 2018 1:33 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 2:47 pm
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A consensual fantasy...
"Don't call me home, just take me." Those words rung in her head. Ever since He started calling her again, she has been on high alert. Her phone stays beside her. During sleep, she rolls over and scans it to make sure that she hasn't missed His message. The sun has set. Another day of silence clouds her thoughts wondering why He hasn't claimed her flesh. Naked, at home, she fantasies about His essence.
Burning desire gnaws at His soul. He should hate her, yet somehow she slipped under His skin. He reflects on her curves as the heat of the day wains. Denim allows the cooler air to penetrate as His Harley roars underneath Him. Once again He finds Himself taking the wrong exit to head home. He needs to be near her, to see the light in her window. to protect her.
She hears an engine roar. Each time thunder happens outside her window, she makes a special wish that it is Him. So many planned moments stolen by time that her longing causes her body to ache. As she is not on masturbation restriction, she touches herself thinking of Him. His power. His voice. His sexy body. His ability to render her helpless to His control.
Looking up, His cock is tight in his jeans. She does this to Him every time. He is not use to such intimate stirrings trying to take control. Tonight will be another night that He wins the battle and does not succumb to His lust nor her seductive charms. He is in control of Himself.
He hears her. She is singing a melody that He remembers. The melody fills the air and captures His heart. His resolve melts. He grabs His phone and removes his Helmet.
"Hi" she breathes out like a sigh of relief.
"What are you wearing?" He demands of her.
"Nothing. I am home." She responds.
"Get dressed now. Jeans, top and leather jacket. Come downstairs when you are done." As always he doesn't mince words and hangs up the phone not needing a response.
She starts to cry from joy and excitement. She quickly throws clothes on and tussles her hair to make the curls bounce. She almost tripped racing down the stairs. Heart beating fiercely. She flings open the door and sees Him.
He had challenged her previously during masturbation. "What are you going to do?" She wasn't going to wait a second longer, He could reject her if He must. She threw her arms around Him. His whiskers tickled her check while her head was beside His. She didn't know if she'd have the courage to take what she so desperately wanted. Slowly she moved her face to where it was in front of His enjoying every delicious torment of His whiskers sliding across her cheeks.
As if reading her mind, He grabs a handful of her hair and holds her back a few more inches. He looks at her as if disgusted, angry. She lowers her eyes as her heart aches. "You are mine." He says as He pulls her head back and down. Lowered, He brings His lips towards hers. Roughly He presses His lips against hers. The pressure is slightly painful as her lips push against her teeth. "Open!"
His command receives immediate response. She opens her mouth as His tongue begins to dance upon her lips. He is savoring His meal. Slowly His tongue dives into her moist mouth. She has been waiting for this moment her whole life and melts into his arms. Lapping her like a cat drinks milk, He relishes her complete surrender.
He places the helmet on her head and secures it. He takes His duty to protect her seriously. She secures His and her hand trails delicately on His whiskers. After He mounts, she follows suit. She loves having her arms around His body, the feeling of straddling Him with her legs. She feels His hard pistol as she grabs Him tightly. Her fingers reach up and fondle the puffs of white under His helmet.
The cold air pierces her legs, her chest is warm and crotch hot as she gets as physically close to Him in every way possible. Her hand works its way down to His lap. His hard cock is virtually splitting His jeans. She traces the outline as His shaft swells. Precum has already left its sensual kiss.
The bike slows as it pulls into His driveway. He hadn't planned on seeing her, much less bringing her into His world, yet she is the succubus that fills his loins with great passion. He has waited a very long time to get His hands around her elegant neck. He removes her helmet. Her smile could wash away any of His cares. He grabs her by the hair and leads her inside.
Inside He slaps her face hard. She winces and lets out a small sigh. She has been silent since their bodies collided and she knows better than to do anything but obey at this juncture. "Down." he barks at her.
On her knees, with her head lowered, she waits patiently for Him. "Take your clothes off." he says upon his return. She makes a neat pile next to the door. Imperfect, she feels insecure standing in front of Him naked for the first time. He is looking at a piece of art that He will own.
"Put out your arms." He instructs her. When she complies, he zipties them into handcuffs.
He leads her over to His couch with a firm grip on the back of her neck. Her curls tickle His hand, but He is not swayed. "You can leave at anytime and go home, but if you stay you will obey." He informs her.
"Down." His forceful voice demands and on her knees she went. He takes off his belt as she looks up with desire and anticipation. She has wanted to taste Him desperately. Soon.
"Get up." His deep southern accent with His deep timbre makes her pussy drip with every command. "Bend over on the couch and stick that ass in the air." His hand caressed each curve of her ass. "What is this?" He said when he crossed over her scars. She told the tale as He pressed firmly into the marks. She relaxes as she shares intimate details of her life with Him.
Unexpectedly, His belt hits her hard. Without any warm-up, that was definitely a ten on her pain scale. "Stay!" He roars. She gets back into position. Thankfully, the handcuffs don't prevent her from putting her thumb in her mouth and sucking fervently. Penance. Atonement. Redemption. All are at hand. The belt comes down again. Searing agony as the flesh is left with another blistered reminded of her place and the price of disobedience. Again. She starts sobbing. Only three strikes and she is very aware of how marked she is already at His powerful hand. Forth one comes and it is hard to stand up from the pain. The throbbing is everything.
He knows this is not her idea of a fun beating, yet watching her flesh welt and her pussy glisten turns Him on. He presses His aching cock up against her ass. It is radiating heat from His beating. He grabs her by the hair and leads her to His bedroom. He throws her down face first then yells "Turn over and spread your legs wide open. Let Me see My pussy."
She cries out. It has been so long since He has used possessive words when talking about her body. The feeling of belonging overwhelms her as she obeys Him. "Yes Master." escapes her lips.
She lowers her eyes as He grabs her legs and positions her how He desires. He has masturbated on that bed dreaming about her flesh being there. Fantasy has become reality. He hits His pussy with all of His might. She screams out in pain. Her legs close as she writhes in exquisite pain. His belt is wet from her pussy juice which is now gushing all over the bed.
"Mine." He screams at her as He forces her legs open and strikes again.
He grabs rope and ties her legs down and spread open as possible. He hits His pussy again. "You are going to behave. You are not going to doubt Me again. Do you understand?"
He hears her sob "Yes" in between the tears. She made an effort and even pulled her thumb out of her mouth to say so clearly. He enjoyed that "little" aspect of her. It made Him imagine how good she would feel sucking His cock and her stamina therein.
He hits His pussy again. it is purple and swollen from His attention. He turns her over and begins on His ass again. He strikes without mercy or comfort. With each strike He marks His territory and makes sure that she will remember Him every moment of every day for a really long time. Her sobs have silenced and she lays there receptive and accepting of her punishment. Her swollen red eyes and the tears that stream continuously ensures Him that she is still present in her silence.
Finally He has become a man of His word and He beat her ass until it bled. He should send her home. He should walk away forever. She is like no one else He has ever met. In fact, He couldn't conceive that such a woman could exist until He met her. She is His only Kyrptonite and she knows it. How could He walk away now? Would she even let Him?
He unties her legs and cuts her hand restraints off. He cradles her in His arms as He guides her to His shower. He starts the water as she stands there. Her hands are hugging herself in shock, comfort, or maybe because she is cold. He gathers supplies to tend to her wounds. He bathes her without getting in. He is still in control and she hasn't earned His cock yet. She cries out as the lather hits the open wounds. "Suck it up." He says.
After bandaging her bottom, He takes her to the door and tells her to get dressed. Tears fall silently as she reaches for her clothes. He pushes her up against the door as His hand find her nipples. His hard cock in his pants pushes roughly up against her backside.
"Down." He coos softly. He caresses her cheek as she kneels in front of Him. "Is this what you want? Do you want Me?"
She raises her head and eyes to meet His gaze. "Yes, with all of my soul."
He walks away and returns with a collar in His hands. "You are fucking mine." He stated the fact as He locked His collar onto His property. Quicker than she had ever seen hands fly, his jeans were unzipped and His cock was at her lips. "Slow. Make it last!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the head of His cock with her lips. Her tongue expanded to lick His shaft. Her saliva creating the perfect lubricant to slide up and down. Taking time to lick under the rim. Kissing His balls gently. Up the shaft again. Finally she parted her mouth to consume His swollen thick cock. She wiggled her tongue as she worked her lips all the way down to the base. He moaned in delight. She picked up the speed as she made cute little gagging noises. He moved to where he was leaning up against the door as the way her suction hit Him made Him weak in the knees. She cupped His balls and gently tugged as she varied the speed.
He grabbed her head and took control. She opened wide to give Him as much room, yet at the same time stretched her lips to where they still stroked His mighty cock. He intensely rams it inside her mouth over and over again as she strains to gasp for breath. Her eyes tear up and her nose is snotty. A small price to pay for such a delicious deepthroating. She is perfect on her knees, sucking His cock. He has never seen a more sensual beauty before.
He is coming close to orgasm and stops His motion to prolong the moment. She continues to bob up and down on His cock as it swells. He stiffens as the the time has come to cum. A primal cry resonates from deep within Him as the hot cum pulses into her open mouth. She looks up and smiles as she shows Him the massive quantity of cum that is welled in her mouth before swallowing it completely..
He took her by the hand and lifted her up off of her knees. Naked is the way she should be in His house He decided. She lusted for Him as He fastened His jeans. Looking at His clothed body, she knew He possessed all of the physical attributes that curled her toes. His deep timbre, handsome face, brilliant blue eyes and a smile that brighten her world had her nearly swooning each time He was close. He enjoyed seeing His collar on her naked form. It enhanced the grace of her sensuous movements.
"Fix Me a Jack on the rocks. You may have one as well." He said as He took her by the wrist and showed her where His kept things. When she handed Him His drink, their glasses clinked and He toasted "To..." and then He sighed, "To this, to us, and to every precious moment." She looked Him in the eyes while they sipped upon the bourbon and giggled in delight as the liquid slid down her throat.
"I assume you have brought what you need to smoke? Then get it and we will go out back." She moved quickly to her purse and grabbed her pipe, pot and lighter returning swiftly to His side. He grabbed her by the wrist and led her outside. The cool air was pleasant. Sounds of the evening had come to life. He directed her to a lounge chair and had her sit down.
"Indulge." He said as He got down on His knees in between her legs. "You can smoke while I claim My pussy. When I finish, so do you. And don't ever ask...I will tell you when you can have more." She cringed worrying about what would happen if her stomach flared up, but said nothing. A long time ago she had learned the power this man held over her with His dominance and she would not challenge Him on this or anything else.
Although she had recently gone through a long period of natural bush, her desire to please Him had given her motivation to shave clean the way He requires His pussy. Her body was silky smooth from her daily rituals and His rough hands felt like heaven spreading her legs wide open. Purple and swollen from the beatings His pussy was perfect in His eyes. "Ask permission before you come." He directed. She started giggling. She had orgasmed with every strike of His belt earlier. "Yes, um...um...well what do I call You? We have used my King, Master, Sir and Daddy previously, What pleases You?"
"YOU ARE MINE!" He said as He lifted her chin to where He forced eye contact. "I am all of those and more. Tonight, you may use them all interchangeably unless I instruct you otherwise."
"Yes my King"
He lowered His head to His pussy. His hands started to caress the swollen lips. She squirmed a little in pain, but the smile on her face showed His touch was quite desirable. "Mine." He said as His lips hovered a breath away. His whiskers were rubbing up against His pussy. He heard the lighter click and her slowly inhale as He rotated in circles, then up and down, then side to side, listening for the sound of her exhale. She shivered beneath His white feather. She could feel his breath hot on her lips as His beard treated her senses to decadent demise.
Finally she exhaled. He took that as the cue to end the agony and place His lips upon her. The jolt of electricity caused her to swiftly inhale. His lips were softer than His very soft whiskers which made the gentle pecks divine. The sensations in the roots of His beard were extraordinarily erogenous and caused His cock to stir in His britches. The pressure felt good as He breathed in her scent.
He opened His mouth and allowed some of His pussy inside. Sucking and nibbling, He used her writhings and verbal escapes gauge her enjoyment. Sometimes He went past the pain level that causes pleasure. It thrilled Him greatly to watch her body's responses. His tongue parted her lips and she yelled out in pleasure!
"May I cum Sir? Please? Oh! Ow! Yummy! Oh please please. Please may I cum. Oh please. Please Daddy? Please???? Ow. I. Oh please. Please let it please You to let me cum! Oh god please?!?!?!" Fighting the orgasm caused intense pain but she was determined not to succumb to ultimate luxury without His express permission. "Please, may I come for You Daddy?"
"Yes." He verbalizes without missing a stroke of His thick tongue. As she gyrates, He sticks His tongue deep inside. She covers her mouth to muffle the scream. This orgasm surpassed all of the previous ones obtained by pain. He had taught her body previously how to sustain an orgasm longer during many phone sex sessions so she continued to cum by His will.
Wiggling to get away as the orgasm had encompassed everything she squirmed to no avail. There were no words to describe thoughts. There were no thoughts at all. If He was saying anything, she wouldn't have understood a single word uttered. If she was capable of speaking, she had no breath to exhale an exclamation. She was drowning in ocean of orgasmic bliss as waves assailed her every sense. Her flesh trembled. He came up for air.
Breathing heavily, her attempts of focusing her sight failed. He rubbed her love juice into His beard as He matched her breath pattern for olfactory hedonism purposes. She sipped on her bourbon while her heartbeat and lungs relaxed. He lowered His head and went down for more. He focused on her little button. Tongue became a merry go round that looped her clitoris. Her pussy is dripped which caused more pressure in His jeans. He took two fingers and pushed them up against her opening. When He popped her little clitty in His mouth sucking her to squirming He inserted His fingers forcefully.
Unable to shift her attention any of her attention from her need to orgasm to use her voice, she weakly pleaded "P...p...oh...pl...please...oh. Pl...ease. May. I. Cum Master?"
"No." Tears rolled down her face from the pressure she was exhorting fighting the orgasmic sensation that threatened to betray her. Her pathetic mews amused Him. "Make My Pussy cum!"
She squirted volumes into His open mouth. Although He was caught off guard, He was able to lap up every drop of the fountain His passion had created. She grabbed Him by the head and pushed His tongue back against the target. She may have finished squirting, but she was determined to milk this orgasm for every drop just as she had milked His cock when he ejaculated. He moans.
Her flesh was His to command. He orgasms were His to deny or allow. As she drank her bourbon and smoked her weed, He forced to cum and squirt until He had lost count and her voice was hoarse from her continuous pleadings. She was lightheaded from the incessant orgasms.
"Make Me another drink and come back here. I have a surprise for You. You may have one more too" They both walked into the house though He walked back into His bedroom as she fixed their drinks.
"May I please use the restroom?" She inquired.
"Go ahead. Then do as you were told." He retorted.
After taking care of necessities, she returned outside and positioned herself in the lounge chair. Staring back up at the stars, she watched one brighten and fade only to brighten again. If not for that slow pulse, she would not have noticed the star beside it exploding into brilliant light and then disappearing. She purrs like a kitten as she waits patiently for Him. She sips on her drink, but doesn't touch the pipe. She remembers everything He says. His words play like records in her mind. All of the things He has said that she treasured are on a favorites playlist. "You are Mine." That is her favorite song of all. The simple truth offers comfort and belonging. A true and righteous purpose. She waits patiently always for Him.
Her pale naked body stretched out under the sky, like an albino lioness. Looking at her legs His heart started to race. Long and silky works of art. His rough hands began to stroke His property from her petite ankles up. She opens her eyes as she smiles at Him. She lays still, watching His hand inch its way up her leg. "Did you smoke while I was gone?" He questioned her while His hand reached her knee. Standing over her, He relished the way she trembled.
"No my King." she purred.
"Good." He stated. His fingers had reached her buttocks. She grew wetter as He traced those curves. She giggled out of joy, as she is not ticklish when His hand went up her side nearing her pearl drop breast. He leaned in as His fingers traced the swelling of her breast, up to her dainty neck. He grabbed her nose with His thumb and index finger while His remaining three and palm pressed hard into her lips making it impossible for her to breathe.
She seemed to smile as her hands gently moved to her sides. He took advantage of her submissive posturing by pinching her nipples with His other hand. He could see her fighting herself from struggling for breath. After a minute of this blissful torture, her delectable panic set in. He straddled her. Pinning her arms and torso down. She kicked in her helpless state. Rationally, she knew it would take several minutes before oxygen levels would drop to where she would lose consciousness, yet her body still betrayed her submissive will.
He pinched her nipple so hard that her orgasms flowed. She stopped kicking and started convulsing to the powerful fire that He had ignited. Her head no longer struggled to get away from His hand. It sounded as if she had laughed, muffled. His teeth had found her other nipple and His lips had waited a few nibbles to join. It was if He had tried to consume her breast as He sucked more flesh in His mouth to then only chew on it. Puddles of squirting bliss had gathered on the ground below.
He released His hand from her face and she gasped for air. His weight was noticeable but comforting as the cool night air soothed her cough. "You breathe because I allow it. I own you and every breath you take is Mine to give." He lowered His lips to hers and breathed out His refilled lungs deep into hers. She shuddered beneath Him.
"Stand up." He barked at her. She stood there while He retrieved His glass. Her eyes were lowered, yet followed His every move. He sipped on His whiskey as He stared at her. "Mine." He whispered. He touched her soft curls and kissed her gently on the cheek making sure to let His whiskers linger. She purred as He withdrew.
He had brought several items out and arranged them on the table earlier when He had come outside. A handful of ropes laid side to side. He took His time when he bound her body. First he wrapped the rope just above her breasts. Then around her waist, keeping her hands at her side. He secured her around the thighs and finally the calves near her ankles. She stood perfectly still and silent as He finished His last knot.
"Take a step backwards." He commanded. She obeyed. "Again. Again. Again." She shook but kept her head lowered while she took as large of steps backwards as she could possibly manage. "Again. Again. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Do you hear Me?"
"Yes my King." meekly escaped her lips. Each step backwards she looked down at His feet. He did not take the same meager movements, but one full step at a time to stay in front of her as she walked as fast as she could in reverse.
"Stop." He said after she had traversed ten feet. He took His belt off. Then His jeans. After He had folded them up and laid them down He discarded His shirt in the same meticulous fashion. She kept her eyes on His on His stiff cock while He disrobed in front of her. This was the first time she had seen Him fully nude. She wanted to memorize every aspect of Him so she let her eyes wander over His full frame eventually. He was so handsome, everything she had ever desired.
"Again." He said when He stood in front of Her again.
"Yes my King." She said in her most powerful voice although her eyes remained lowered. She took a step back and a deep breath.
"Again. Again. Aga..." The ground beneath her was gone. She had pushed off with the last step to where she was falling away from the side of the pool. Her heart racing, she splashed into His pool bottom first. Silence, then the sound of air bubble slowly retreated to the surface from her nose. She did not struggle against her binds. She had relaxed in her trust of Him. He was her protector, a loving authority. She floated to the surface. Her years in water had taught her this game. Exhale and inhale in rapid succession and you can stay afloat. He was not pleased. "Let My breath go. If I wanted you to float, I would have told you to."
"Yes my K..." she went under again.
Ticktock. Eyes opened. Pool lights were off. She started to count to keep her mind occupied. She heard a rush of noise around the number forty three followed by rough hands pulling her to the surface. Wet hair covered her face as she choked for air. She coughed, but recovered quickly. He had moved them to where He could stand, cradling her in His arms. He kissed her fiercely. He dunked her under the water for fifteen seconds then kissed her as she struggled for air. His hand had found His pussy and He moved His fingers in and out in rapid progression until she started making His favorite sound "May I please cum my King?"
"Yes." He said as warm liquid starting flowing past His fingers. She was quite the noisy lady when she came, not shouting out per se, yet the "ah's", "ooo's", gasps and grunts filled the night. "Give me your deep purr now." As His masterful fingers kept playing the notes for orgasm, a deep guttural purr emanated from her. As she was purring, He amused Himself by putting her beneath the water again. After a minute she began to struggle but He held her tight keeping her under. He loved feeling her helpless against Him. He raised her up again.
She coughed a lot longer this time. He stroked her hair as she recovered. When her breathing relaxed, He kissed her softly. His tongue slowly parted her lips as He savored her. He continued to dance with her tongue as His fingers found their way inside His pussy. Skillfully His fingers flicked and probed to where her breathing had become labored once more. "May I please cum my King?"
"No. I won't allow it." He said as His fingers fervently stroked her pleasure center. He put His mouth on her breast. She felt a little pain. It was not hard enough to force her to orgasm against His command. It did make her attempts to control her body from an orgasm more difficult.
"Please may I cum Daddy?" She pleaded with Him. "Please? Oh please? Please Sir let me cum? It is so hard not to."
"So." He garbled with His full mouth.
"Please may I cum my King?" she panted as she clenched her muscles tight in her abdomen to prevent the joyous sensation that wished to erupt.
"No. Stop asking." He said as she wiggled under his expert labors. It hurt but she stayed on the edge of orgasm while his fingers whisked within. He lowered her slowly into the water, submerging her and then raised her back after a few seconds. He inserted a third finger into His pussy and continued to play it. She sobbed from the pain of holding back the orgasm as He baptized her repeatedly.
Abruptly He stopped. He stood her up and escorted her to the edge. He jerked her around as He untied the rope. He had her sit on the steps while He untied her legs. He took her by the wrists and led her to the towels. "Dry Me off." He commanded. She softly took the towel to His hair then trailed to His beard. She loved touching Him. Being able to look as His stout torso, His powerful arms. His strong legs. She giggled as she dried off His cock as it bounced to her touch. He took the towel from her and dried His property.
"Hang the rope up over there for now." He said pointing to a nearby lattice. She obeyed while He put on His clothes. She returned from her task and stood by His side, keeping her eyes lowered. "Grab your drink, we are going in." She grabbed her glass, He grabbed her wrist and led her inside to His bedroom.
He went over to His gun safe, unlocked it and pulled out one of His favorite pieces. "Tomorrow I will teach you how I want you to clean My guns. I have a feeling they are going to need cleanings much more often. Now bend over and show me that ass.." She bent over His bed and positioned herself appropriately. She heard him remove the magazine and pull the slide back. He then fired to ensure it was completely free of any cartridges. He took it and smacked her ass hard with it. She crumbled onto the bed. The pain from her beatings still raw.
"Get up." He sighed. She got back into position as hot tears ran down her cheeks. "I guess you thought your ass was off limits just because I beat it."
"No Sir." She cried.
He hit her again just as hard on the other cheek. This time, she simple cringed and returned to her original position quickly. "Spread your legs more." He smacked His pussy with the barrel. She remained perfectly still. Instead of withdrawing, He spread her lips with the barrel and proceeded to fuck her with it.
Instantly and urgently she screamed out "Please Sir, may I please cum on your gun?" He had never heard her plead this loudly before. "Oh god, please Sir?" She sobbed.
"Louder." He shouted at her as her wetness started to drip down His hand. She was opening up with each stroke to where His hand was slowly getting closer and closer to sliding in.
"Please Sir may I cum? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please!?! Please!?!" Each time her volume increased to where the back of her throat began to hurt. " Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?! Please!?!" She pleaded as if earnestly begging for her life.
"Yes!!!!!!!" He commanded His pussy!
She came so hard that her love canal closed and pushed His gun out as she squirted all over Him. His pants soaked. His cock pushed up against wet denim and nearly exploded. She had done that to Him once before. She had filled Him with so much desire that He came without a touch.
"Mine." He roared as He shoved His piece back inside of His pussy. She continued to cum. She was still yelling. He worked His pussy hard with the force of His shoves. He smacked her ass. Her breath started to slow. "Did I tell you that you could stop?" He demanded.
"No Sir." Escaped her rapid breath. He took great pride in using one of His favorite possessions upon His newly acquired prized possession. His hand began to work its way in again. She had provided Him with an abundant amount of lubricant to assist. As she moaned louder His hand slipped in, just leaving the grip not inside of His pussy. He was amazed that she could fit this inside of her. As he wiggled His hand He realized His in and our moments were very limited. Her lips held His wrist tight. He began to move His hand and gun side to side.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" She yelled so loudly it stunned Him for a moment to where He did not realize that she had ejected His hand and the barrel. She was squirting all over Him as she collapsed onto His bed. He disrobed. He laid down in the middle of the bed and called her to His right side. She laid her head on His shoulder. As He wrapped His arm around her, she put her right leg on top of His left leg, and her right arm on His chest. She was purring. He fingered His collar with His left hand as she fell into peaceful slumber. He fell asleep to the most restful night of sleep that He had in a long time. Everything was where it belonged.
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Perception of Pain and Limits
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Posted:Jun 21, 2018 10:20 am
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 2:47 pm
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I remember the first impact ene I watched. The Story of O party in Dallas. I had already watched my first ene, a rotum inflation, at an NLA class...so I was not diving into the "let's start simple" end of the BDSM pool. With a crop, a Mistress beat a boy's ass. I loved how vicious she was until the blood started flying, literally. I wanted to call the ene. Surely this was not ok. Every was standing around watching 10 feet radius to avoid the s. I asked my friend who was deep into the lifestyle why no was stopping it and he explained that the ene was between them. (Little did I know that I someday would be bottoming that hard on occasion, wicked laughter.)
Saturday I was at my Dark Magic Society event. As hostess, I have inflicted the "no subspace allowed" rule on myself during events. There is simply no way that I can be as masochistic as I am able and still be conious of my surroundings. I was lucky though and negotiated a ene with of my favorite Daddy/ couples.
Into the master bedroom we went. Never before have I been so glad for the sex wedges! I propped her up to where I could nibble on her sweet and my ass was propped high enough in the air to be a proper target. Dragon's tail ensued!
The pain was intoxicating! Sharp and ruthless it tore into my flesh. Each lash awakened my soul with greater peace and acceptance of life. I enjoy burying my head into beauty as I ream in pleasure. Marked deliciously, we walk away, I am not usually to receive aftercare...other than whiskey and a toke.
Downstairs, I found myself handing him my whip and getting on my knees. OH MY, I just don't get enough of my purple love. It takes me longer to recover between the strikes, an effort to get back in position. I can feel my flesh tear as I orgasm in synchronicity. I am not a masochist without a cause. The more intense the pain is, the more intense my orgasm becomes.
"Red!" It didn't come from my lips. It didn't come from his. My head DM called the ene. FUCKER! He knows me well enough to know that I was getting close. He knows that regardless of what I feel in the moment, my sensibilities do not want me to subspace at my parties. I didn't argue, he was right.
After the party, my head DM/best friend mentid that he perceived that my top was uncomfortable with the amount of marks he was leaving upon me. I didn't agree, but said that I would check in to make sure he was ok.
Today, I got my answer loud and clear. He is whip shopping today and wanted some advice and to diuss whip option. So I took him online to Victor Tella, the god himself, and we had fun looking at all of the nifty whips. His girl is SO lucky! I guess I am too as I am sure whatever he buys will kiss my flesh too!
BDSM is all about your individual experience, not some else's perception. So go be the kinkiest you, that you want to be!!!
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Ass Worship
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Posted:Jun 20, 2018 2:22 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2018 4:32 pm
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After a very pleasurable teasing hike we were both sweaty and hot. He started without me as I wanted to enjoy a little toke first. The first time I've seen a man in my shower. I shut the door so the steam could build. He was almost done, but took the time to thoroughly bathe me. He spent a bit of time cleaning my ass. I was nervous as there was some slight insertions. When he was finished, I washed his back and thoroughly washed his ass as well, though without any penetration.
I sat down on my couch and began sucking his cock once we were done. I requested that he turned around and bend over. He did so without hesitation. Fresh and clean, I started licking away. When the song was over, I had him lay down on my couch and went to town!
Soft probings, fast movements, gentle licks up and down, swirls of pleasure, and nibbles in all of the right spaces. A virgin to such decadence his moans and wiggles were epic. I was determined to make this cherry pop a long and sensational experience, so I added a vibrator to his cock. Lick after precious lick, I ate him as passionately and enthusiastically as he devours my pussy. I am certain that although this is his first encounter, and something I rarely do, that we shall visit this kink again.
The tables turned and he reciprocated the lust through his tongue. It is a difficult challenge to keep eye contact as he brings me to the cataclysmic orgasms repeated. Yet I want to look in his eyes, I long for the moment of connection. I fight my natural inclination to close my eyes as I slip away into lascivious oblivion.
I turn the tables again and stroke his cock. I can feel the energy shift and he is ready for these seemingly endless pleasures to crescendo. With coconut oil and a firm grip I tug on his cock until it swells. That beautiful moment right before ejaculation where the blood balloons the sex shaft. He gasps. I feverishly consume the glistening results of three hours of sheer bliss.
I wrap into his arms and hold him tight as the afternoon breeze kisses our moistened skin.
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She isn't wrong...
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Posted:Jun 16, 2018 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2018 9:30 pm
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Earlier this week I had a very special treat. My babygirl had a very skilled Dom over for playtime. Although I haven't bottomed a lot recently, I have had a lot of very good sex. She has not been as fortunate. We rarely share the same tastes, but this Dom was a younger exception. His young, rugged handsomeness was impressive. I was welcomed to join in. Although that is a threesome I will share in the future it was important to me that my babygirl got her male energy needs met that night. I ENJOYED watching immensely!!! They were powerfully sexy live porn.
After play, conversations arouse. I find it interesting that I think that she can take more pain when she believes that I can take mountains more than her. She then went on to further elaborate that I simply AM a LITTLE at all moments in time and that I really don't ever actually submit, a person simply is playing my game so it appears that way. I am getting everything I want. I don't really top from the bottom...do this, don't do that...etc. my Dominant partners are simply already doing everything I desire naturally or by learning about me.
I can't actually say that she is wrong.
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Daddy/little Aftercare Date
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Posted:Jun 13, 2018 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 3:33 pm
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Most Dominant men have a characteristic to them or that can thrill me. I will gladly enjoy a time hook up and focus upon the thrill.
As my dating accounts list things like whiskey, be dominant and taller, BDSM & Daddy, I am actually able to find some people into it, not just those who message me because I am cute.
Being 46 is interesting in this new-fangled online hookup dating world. Younger men are great studs, I use them accordingly. I prefer older men and I love white hair! I have ever since I was much younger.
We had started talking before the weekend and he said all the right things. Liked being a sadistic Daddy, liked little space games, could host, would chauffeur me to his place.
After my rumptious beating Saturday night, I was too exhausted for a first meeting Sunday night. In the morning light, the sweet Daddy texted that he had a surprise for me. He had taken the day off so that we could spend time together.
His deep voice and muular form was quite tantalizing. His arms wrapped around my body as he gave me a deep hug. He was pulsing with his arms so that my breast were pushed tightly up against his hard chest.
He put me in his back seat and buckled me in tight. His hands remained appropriate as he gave me a kiss on the forehead. He reached beyond me to a little bag and pulled out a binky, a bottle of milk, and Teddy Grahams. I shot into little space.
His plan was to give me aftercare and sweet Daddy/little time which I haven’t been able to do in a long, long time. His house is clean but not tidy. I am a germaphobe and I will notice all of the dirt or yuck in your house. I can handle stuff not put up as long as there is not trash nor dishes lying about. He passed my cleanliness test to where we could proceed. Giggles
We smoked pot in the bathroom. He went to his car to get his cigarettes and smoke while I got changed. I wore a very tight, whitish, grey spotted tank top with a big panda bear on it, a pair of red and black lace panties that ruffled layer after layer in beautiful perfection. I had over the knee white stockings with a bow. I had my security blankie, binkie and the spill proof sippy cup that had a very phallic like drinking spout.
I wait for him to sit on the couch as instructed then ask if I can come in. He says yes, and his smile almost bursts his face with enthusiasm. This is what he wanted. He walks around me, kissing my neck. His hand firmly grabs my thigh and the pain from the bruises make me giggle and my pussy wetter.
We go to the bedroom. I have brought some bondage equipment, but he doesn’t use them. He kisses me hard, my deliciously busted lip pulses under the pain. He lays me down on the bed and kisses me. He asks for me to suck his cock.
I tease him by licking around his balls slowly. My tongue lazily rides up his long cock. It has doubled in length and gained sufficient girth by the time I reach the tip. My lips slowly part as I take my time in slow, precise decent, wiggling my tongue to spread my spit around his cock so to glide gently.
He swells a little as I get close to his base. I adjust my body to achieve the correct angle for what comes next. Tilting his cock slightly, I am able to get past the back of my mouth and deep throat him. Massaging his cock with my tongue as my tip reaches his balls.
“What the fuck?” He jumps back, still in my throat which meant he slid in deeper.
I cautiously raise up wondering what had spurred this ill-timed outburst. Snotty and tears running down my face , I wipe my nose with the back of my hand before I meekly ask “What’s wrong Daddy?”.
“What the fuck was that?” His voice was calmer but neither the look of bewilderment nor his visibly pounding heart had dissipated. “What did you just do to me?”
I sat and thought about it for a moment. He is a little larger than average but nothing outside most ladies abilities that I have met.
“Have you never been deep throated before?” I said incredulously.
“If that is deep throating, the answer is no.” He said, finally calming down.
I believed him. I continued until he orgasmed...but he didn’t. Another first for him. My deep throat skills had caused his first orgasm without ejaculation. I applauded him, then continued until it occurred twice more. He was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, I had to call the ene so to speak. He was in perfect bliss and I felt like the fairy godchild granting special wishes.
He went and took a shower then ran me a bubble bath while he went to take a nap. Unfortunately, his internal stopper didn’t work and I couldn’t find an easy solution that did not involve getting out of the tub.
I squirted my baby bubble bath in anyways. I bathed using the baby wash rubbing with a yellow rubber duckie that squeaked. I smelt so good. I dried off and took the baby lotion with me to bed. He was sleepy, so he just rolled over and continued his nap as I put the lotion all over me. It made my skin super soft.
He had placed a big stuffed bear in the bed for me to cuddle with as he got hot during his sleep. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up to a pounding of his cock from behind. He wore out way too quickly. Pout. I sucked his cock, he came cumpletely. He went to take a shower, I got dressed and cleaned up. He took me home.
It was a perfectly pleasant afternoon. Most likely a time thing. I am mainly a catch and release kind of girl.
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Night of the Werewolf
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Posted:Apr 27, 2018 8:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2018 8:23 pm
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Night. Hunger. Chill. Moon. Hunting. Blood. Sweat. Heat. I've spent more time wandering about on foot in the evenings in desolate areas than most. Nowhere near as much as I would have like to spend though. The night air and lack of street noise and the darkness of the bright night always take me back to my unusual early years when I snuck out of my house at night and would wander off into the mountains which began at my back porch in Colorado. I went to so many different places where the trees opened up to the sky and laid sky clad beneath the moonlight bathing in its light. I called out to the mythical creatures of old time and time again to take and ravage me. How many times did I call upon Pan? Nothing ever came to quench my all-consuming fire.
I find the longer I delay gratification has no bearing on the intensity of the passion between Him and myself. He was such the considerate gentleman during my brief interlude with monogamy. His desires were always evident in his eyes, but such restrain in his physicality. Like the way he was restrained on Valentine's Day, except by his own mental restraints versus anything man made. Tuesday as I was pulling away from the old office heading home to rest my sweet little head after finally completing all that was required from me in moving my company to a new location. It was one of my most strenuous activities of late, pushing myself beyond belief as I was blessed with a massive fever that had graced my presence on Friday and had not chose to depart from an infection that usually hung out around 102.5, but I was hopeful some well deserved rest and a little magic would finally give my body the healing boost it needed. The head to toe rash caused by the allergic reaction to the medicine the doc gave me had ceased to grow and was starting to show signs of fading, though the itching was quite unbearable. Of course this is the moment that He chose to call and tease me with the most delicious of temptations.
It turned out that there was a slight possibility that He would be free that evening for an adventure. Sitting there in my car, drinking my orange juice, I was delirious with the wonderful thoughts of engaging in such a deliciously wicked activity. Knowing I wouldn't have much energy even if I somehow were feeling well enough to go later, as there was no way I could have rushed to His side at that moment, I let Him know I probably wouldn't be fully charged. Not a problem, plenty of adventures don't require my strength and this turned out to be one of them, though it wasn't the one I was expecting. Someday, someone will read in the papers about how He & I were arrested as he had tied me up to a pole in a less traversed area of town and was consensually ravaging me. It will be great fun, but this one definitely took the cake!!!
So I arrived home & did all I could do physically and magically to make myself better and even took some benedryl for the allergic reaction and passed out completely to this physical realm. My phone had rang eight different times, but only the ninth call from Him awakened me from my slumber. Disoriented upon waking, I asked if I could call Him back momentarily. As I became more alert, it was quite evident I wasn't the same sickly girl that went to sleep a few hours prior. I was full of so much energy that I was afraid of hurting myself in excitement while preparing for the evening. I took my temperature and it was quite normal for the first time in so many days. All of the raised bumps had lowered back into my skin. Still colorful, a beautiful array of pink tones covering most of my skin on my pale white skin was quite a striking contrast to the shades. Thankfully the itch had subsided as well. I returned His call and confirmed that the adventure was on. We discussed what He wanted me to wear and approximately where we were to meet...a gorgeous secluded area in the Santa Monica mountain range in approximately an hour and fifteen minutes.
Preparing for Him is so radically different than all other men for which I prepare myself. Although His preferences for an evening are always catered to, I have the liberty to completely be myself in so many different ways as He finds them all highly erotic and enjoys the variances within me as much as the variances in the physical activities that we enjoy together. As I have been growing a little triangle for someone else's joy. I decided not to shave the hair that had gone under neglect from being ill and working too many hours last week packing the office and arranging everything needed to facilitate the move. As He is charmed with me being me, I also didn't shave my legs. It was relaxing scrubbing down my refreshed body. Sweet scents of vanilla lathed my flesh to fill my mind with images of enjoying Him outside. Knowing the moon wouldn't be rising for a full hour and fifteen minutes after my arrival, made the need for the other senses to be softly filled to make up for the panorama of colors that would not be enjoyed that evening as shades of gray would rule the sight.
I dressed in calf high boots so that my legs would be slightly protected. I had on a short denim skirt. He has a thing for panties, so I had on white lace thong panties. I had on a crop top that made the outfit look classically 80's. Outfits with Him are always subject to destruction so this particular outfit was chosen with destruction in mind, as the top is now to large for my smaller frame as was the skirt a little too large for my smaller hips. My hair was pulled back tight in a black pony tail to lessen the amount of damage, not that He pulls my pony tail like others, but takes a much more deliciously intimate approach by grabbing at the roots despite of the pony tail's taunt effect upon the hair.
The texts started coming in. Exact directions to the mile marker where I was to park. I was to get out of my car and lock it. Then I was to place my key under my wheel and go to the mile marker post with the caution tape wrapped around it. Next I was to grab the tie wraps from the bag at the bottom of the post and place them on my wrists like bracelets. Finally I was to grab the flashlight out of the bag and use it to navigate myself to the light that I would be visible in the field ahead of me.
The drive out there was soft and sweet. I got lost sadly, but found my way to Him and the adventure eventually. Once I arrived, I did as instructed. The night was surprisingly warm when I arrived. The sky was so bright, filled with stars. Although the moon was not up, my eyes adjusted quickly to the night light and I was aware I could traverse with or without the flashlight effortlessly. With the flashlight on, my field of vision was much narrower. I strolled with the light on until I reached the flat land. I sensed Him wasn't near the light in the middle of the field, which was a long ways off, but off to my right hand side off in the distance watching me. Crouching in the high grass. Planning. Waiting. Anticipating. The high grass was near my knees. The field was surrounded by hills on all sides the entrance to the field was small and down a small bit from the road so no one that happened to be passing by could see anything.
I chose to turn the light off after a while of walking. He was on the move towards me. I could see Him from far off and His countenance was different. He appeared quite larger than normal and completely shrouded in black. I could feel Him hunting me like a wild animal. As we often enjoy animalistic energy during sex, this is not a stretch for our delicious role-playing. I however was to be obviously quite human for the evening. Feeling his body approach mine was delicious.
The scents of the evening were filling my senses. I could smell his sweat when He was within feet of me. Not because His musk was overwhelming in nature, but because it was such a sharp contrast to the smell of the earth under me, the tall grass and other brush surrounding me. My heart was racing. His energy was full animal and the pulsating of it bore through me in waves. I wanted to run, but knew that I'd fall the first step I attempted, as I am so clumsy. Wearing the heels had given me a great disadvantage in my maneuverability.
Time was endless. He was within feet of me for what seemed like forever. Hearing Him snarl and His breath were like the ticking of a never-ending clock. The first strike occurred. His hands seemed wrapped in leather. Slightly soft, but quite firm at the core. Pushing and slapping He struck at me. Finally grabbing me and tugged me about this way and that. His power is enormous. My weight and physicality are nothing to His might. His hand wrapped in my hair forcing me to move around in circles. As time wore on and His control over my body was proven time and time again, He pushed me roughly to the ground upon my belly.
The earth was cold beneath me. The tall grass was nowhere near as thick as it appeared to be from a standing point of view. Oddly enough, I had no fear of the critters in the ground. I've never had in truth any fear of "creepy crawlies" or any other type creatures one could find in tall grass, however I am usually fearful of causing them harm by my careless steps and accidental smooshings. Yes, I am the girl who carries black widows outside to find a safer place for their existence as well as mine. The grass was as silky as the dirt. Everything below my belly made for the softest pad…this is a good thing because what was above me was the yang to the pleasure of the satin feel of my front side. A primal force delighted in the thrill of the hunt. The teasing of the feast in a cat and mouse game played werewolf style.
Then He did the most primal thing a male could do to mark His territory. Laying there on the ground feeling his liquid warmth blanket my body. Hearing the sigh of pleasure escape from His lips. Yummy!!! Fucking Yummy!!! His scent was filling my nostrils and I knew that the meal wasn't going to be of flesh and blood but of fire and passion.
He dragged me up roughly by the hair. He pulled me behind Him. I fell over left and right and the boots just weren't going to make stepping on extremely uneven surfaces easily possible. After I lost a bit of hair in the delicious passion, He assisted me in keeping a steady foot by holding me closer in a way that would offer balance. Don't think He didn't balance the act of kindness in full in the way He continued to tug at my hair and my body, deliciously causing waves of pain to shoot through me. Singeing my nerves and keeping my eyes cast down to where I had no idea where we were headed in relation to where we began. One thing was for certain. We weren't heading toward the light.
At last we came to a tree up against a hill who's branches arched down and caressed the earth with its soft touch as the earth rose up around it to feel the tree's embrace. Such a magical tree I haven't seen often since arriving here in California, but this tree was truly enchanted. A rope was hanging from a branch that was more than sufficient to carry my weight. Although it was not set in a noose, there was a large loop to it.
Clasp, clasp, quick as lightning fasteners were attached to my wrist restraints and then placed on the loop to where my hands were above my head.
Rough hands bruising my wrists, wrenching my hands about to ensure complete helplessness. Bound. No further hope of escape or release. The animal slowly releases His sharp grip on me. My tense muscles slowly relax a notch. My arms are taunt though, being raised so high above my head. I reach up and grasp the rope and hold on for balances so that I am not easily swayed by the slight breeze that has picked up. It caressed my hair against my neck and face and made me swoon with pleasure. This beasts hungry cries did not offer promise of such tender embraces.
The monster circles its captive. I could hear His nostrils flaring. One's mind slips into fantasy even within the moments of living fantasy as if it were mere reality. To imagine Him as a werewolf. Knowing that a mating between human and werewolf would end up with the human residing comfortably within the werewolf's belly once the beast's other lusts were satiated. The most satisfying finale to His perfect hunt. Imagining what it would be like to have my flesh torn apart and devoured was deliciously terrifying and erotically seductive. The scent of blood, urine and feces would fill the night as well as all of the interesting scents that occur when a living creature is being torn asunder. The pain from the animal's sharp teeth and cruel claws. Nerves openly exposed to the harsh air and to His ferocious razor like teeth. The gleam of the night light in His eyes as well as the smile on His face while He ravages me and then consumes me both sexually and physically was so real in my mind that it might as well have been replacing time itself. Yummy, yummy fantasies were engulfing me during the first few moments hanging there beneath the tree awaiting his next whim.
I stood there wobbling around, hands gripping tightly the rope that looped above my head. Not an uncomfortable position for the arms, I thought to myself. Then came the brutal attack. The sensual and primal feel of His claws pawing at my tender flesh. Ravaging my body with His lust and fierce drive. Hungry for the flesh that He had captured, sticking of His marked musky scent. Pushing and pulling and tugging and twisting a beautiful dance of desire and animalistic prowess. Entranced by His coveting of my sexual essence, the pain that He inflicted with the first blow sent floods of orgasmic bliss throughout my bound body. My body collapsed momentarily during a breath of masochistic poetry.
My legs regained their upright ability after the initial blow, trembling to maintain a stable defensive position. Desiring to stand firm and not allow this creatures next touch to set me on fire and cause me to once again lose my balance, I choked up on the rope to acquire a more taunt frame.
The werewolf once again tore at me, this time striking my bosom. His paws with purpose squeezing ferociously. The glands within pulsed with great pain and enormous pleasure as His grip ignited a tingling burning sensation that pushed from my breasts, connecting at the base of my sternum and probing towards my cunt through way of my stomach muscles. A build up of pressure and energy. As His claws tear into my nipples, tears roll down my cheeks. Glistening in the luster of the moonless night. Causing a sweet chill as the wind softly kissed the endless flow. I know as long as I fight this feeling of pain and channel its intense energy it will continue to build. The desire to scream is overwhelming. Want to crawl up into someone's lap and beg mercilessly for it to stop, but I know I am strong. Hold my breath. I have lost!!! Exhale. Inhale the cold night air sharply. OOOOUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!!!!!!! At this moment I can take the pain no longer. It hurts so intensely that there is nothing in existence or ever was or ever will be other than the pain this beast is inflicting upon me. If sight were capable in moments of such severe loss of control, I have no doubt that I would gleam a wicked broad smile upon this animal's cruel teeth and jaw.
Balance…Cormid….Cormaghee…something I understand in droves. When control over the pain is lost. When the build up of intense energy in the stomach muscles and the vagina finally explodes the orgasm screams and sings from every fiber of the body. An orgasm so powerful that for many moments which seems vast beyond the definition of infinite during the moment and during that moment time stands completely still. Each cell in my body joined together in a beautiful unison. A harmony of utopia rang through every fiber and bliss poured from me like an overpowering hallucinogenic.
Whole. Complete. Alive. The unity of the pleasure and pain ended when the killer released my breast. He pawed at me and tauntingly circled me. Brushing and bruising my flesh. Tearing away at my soul. Feasting on my struggle to stand, my frightened yelps as the pain and pleasure dance about the evening touching me, but never holding me tight. The torment of His snarls. I feel his sexual desire. I feel the build up within this beast as clearly as I felt my own build up earlier before this continued torment ensued. His animalist passionate desire to thrust itself deep within me. To feel my wetness. To become bathed with the sexually musky scented fluid that is now seeping past the edges of my panties and wishing to work its way down my legs. The power of this energy ignited the air around us akin to the tingle one enjoys when a thunderstorm is approaching, right before the first delicious ionic burst of lightening signal the introduction to the harsh rain. Every hair on my body was at attention knowing that this beast was delaying the engagement of his ravenous desires to the point of excruciatingly painful lust and desire. The beast's animal passions could be tamed no long and the feast upon my bound and trembling flesh was upon us. His cock pushed through his fir and glistened in the night. Noticeably thick. Longer than average.
Every fantasy must receive a smack of reality. The primal monster that was dying to tear into my flesh walked over to His bag and put a condom on his FANTASTIC piece of manmeat. Safer sex says "I respect you!" more profoundly than any rose or jewel, not that the beast was projecting such lofty sentiments. The beast strode confidently back toward me resembling the finality of a wolf stalking its prey in confidence. His cock thrust in between my thighs. My hands utilized the loop as the pivotal point to hold my body up as I wrapped my legs around Him to allow Him complete access to all that the beast desired. His cock rests gently on the lips of my pussy for just a moment. Throbbing, hot, ready to pierce. I am impaled harshly upon the fierce beast. I orgasm immediately, not quite as powerful as when he was tearing at my nipples but His energy is now inside of me and I am a wanton slut for His passions.
The dance is sweet and harsh. The continual emergence of pain and pleasure build and cascade. The fir is grotesquely rough against my silky skin. Sweat has engulfed this beast and the aroma is filling my senses and driving me wild with greater desire. As the orgasms cum by the minute, the sweet gland that stimulates my sweet vaginal squirting explodes. I soak His fur, I soak Him all the way to His flesh below. The brutish animal is ripping into my battered flesh and my vagina is sore and swollen from the blunt force of our sexual passion. Such a stout beast to take the weight of my body upon His cock and still have the agility to force me about. I shuddered violently, the pain in my arms caused by being an active participant in the forceful rapture was excruciating.
Ah. Arms & legs have entwined around the beast. The smell of his sweet breath. The mask removed. Seeing his face and hair glistening with the shower of his own sex sweat. My hands are released from the wondrous loop. His beastly fur tossed aside.
He lays me down upon a mattress He had prepared and I look up at the tree. It appeared as if thousands of fairies were dancing about under the canopy of the tree. The moon still had not risen, so there should have been no source of such bright beautiful lights dancing around in the dark night. I giggle at the thought of being in the midst of a faerie grove and how pleased they would have been to encounter such a fierce act of passion and sexuality. The swaying of the branches that reach downwards to the ground within inches of the top of the bed. His body is drenched in sweat naked in this sweet moonlight and His cock is still hard.
He lies down beside me and gently strokes my hair. Looking into His bright eyes a girl could swoon in lust. A smile gently parts His lips and I know that He was as satisfied with that endeavor as I. However, when you put two passionate elements together as we tend to be, they ignite so hot, it is virtually impossible to extinguish the sexual desire. His touches turn from soft to passionate within a blink of an eye and He is mounting me again. I am as filthy as He and it doesn't matter one iota. Thrusting wildly inside of me He pushes me to orgasm over and over again. His lusts unquenchable. His desire palatable. My passion for Him matches His body thrust for thrush. Grabbing His flesh and pulling Him further into me to satisfy my longings for His sexual prowess. I am exhausted and satiated with pleasure. He stands up and removes the condom. He then relaxes, bringing Himself to that delicious moment where He feels the pressure and desire to urinate but holds back so as not to relinquish himself to such ecstasy. Finally the passion can be restrained no longer and the hot stream of His longing drenches me with His scent and warmth.
Gathering oneself after such an adventure is delirious. Walking arm and arm throughout the field, leaving the sweet tree and all of the fairies, their sweet songs. The moon slowly rising over the mountain as we traversed back to my vehicle. I drove Him off up the road to His vehicle from where I had parked.
We were sitting there enjoying our conversation when I asked if I could take the wrist restraints off. He said sure and I slipped the zip ties off my wrists. Out of nowhere he slapped me across the face. My heart started racing. It was so unexpected. So brilliant. So brute. So fucking yummy. Then he pinched my face in between his fingers and chastised me for my ability to break free at any moment. As he was holding my face I fantasized about what it would be like for him to go ahead and smack my face until I was completely bruised. MMMMmmmmmmm….so the energy started to build again.
I then asked permission to step out and utilize the restroom (we're on the side of the road in the mountains, so outside of the vehicle is the restroom). He chooses to get out of the car and enjoy the show I put on as I am as talented as a man when it comes to urinating standing up. I do a partial squat to cause the arch to be more pronounced, He stands beside me admiringly. I stand up and pull up my panties. He pushes me over the hood of his Jeep and thrusts my head down on the cool metal. Protected again, He places His shaft head at my entrance. He is wiggling it around. Teasing. Denying me more of His great girth and delicious energy. Making the desire I have for Him and His cock evident to His hands with my moisture flowing onto them, finally He succumbs to our desires and pushes deep within me for the final rue of the evening. His flesh is warm. The moon illuminates us to all and all to us. This isn't the animalistic passion from before. There is no urgency to our rhythm. Each stroke exacts precise pleasure slowly and sweetly. The powerful orgasms chime to the same frequency and I transform once again into a worthless piece of orgasmic meat. He holds me tight. Our hearts beating, united in rapid succession. No sooner was He opening my door to let me back into the vehicle when another car came meandering down the windy road. Ah…beautiful timing.
We continued our favorite conversations, enjoying each others company from the tranquility of his vehicle. The full moon traipsed across the sky welcoming the wonderful night into being. I can never keep my hands off of Him. He is hairy in a sexy way vs. an unnaturally gorilla fashion. I love how soft His hair is to my touch. My hands glide over Him so sensually. He is delicious to feel between my fingers. As I caress his arms and neck and exposed thighs, as His shorts were casual length. His sex rises tight against His shorts. He slowly pulls the fabric away, exposing His swollen cock, which is now glistening with precum. I use the spit in my mouth to create an additional amount of slick covering on my hand before I slowly encompass His cock with my hand. Imagine using touch as soft as the wings of a butterfly fluttering gently against the hard skin. Imagine turning time into where a second lasts a minute and the sands of time flow accordingly. Taking a full minute to stroke His hard cock up & down in one singular stroke that ignited every nerve in His cock and each atom had a full moment to appreciate my touch from the head of the cock all the way down the shaft to His thick base. That deliberate slow motion stimulates Him like no other sensation. As one stroke turned into two and the minutes slowly passed by, He undulated under my passionate but soft grip. His orgasms rival my own if not overshadows mine in power and strength and endurance. As He comes closer to the orgasm, my touch becomes more powerful. The gentle wings of a butterfly are replaced with a grip that is like a snake, ever tightening. His body rockets away from the seat and returns directly back to its position. His breathing has become a panting mixed with the uuuuuuuuu sound between clenched teeth. The amount of pressure I apply in a rope like fashion around His cock during those moments is enough to make most men curl into a lil' ball crying to their mother. Not Him. His cock can take and He demands every ounce of strength I have at that moment to squeeze Him tight. His cock makes a beautiful mess in my hand. I licked it up gladly and clean Him completely off. Yummy, sweet, delicious, hot, fuck, cum.
We sit there a bit more enjoying the sweet night and recounting all of the bliss had therein. He walked me back to my car and we turned around heading back towards civilization.
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