A hand, a bottle, filling up her glass with thick, red wine. Selene didn't even need to turn around, she knew who it was. She'd been vaguely staring into space at the bar, finishing off her drink after her sister left for her train. He'd not even been on her mind for once, now all other thoughts vanished.
"Drinking alone?" Nikos asked blandly, yet somehow embedding the phrase with a grenade of emotions, she felt mocked, seduced, threatened and cared for all at once.
She gulped the wine to steady herself. "Not any more."
They finished the bottle, he told her about his travels, charming, bewitching. Her cares melted away, there was only their easy familiarity, the flickering heat of their desires. All too soon the bar staff were wiping tables pointedly, and they chuckled and walked the short distance to Selene's building.
She paused at the door to her flat. "Is this going to be the same as usual?" Her voice sounded light, but her heart was pounding.
Nikos touched the small of her back gently. "Just let me in."
The key turned, her face hit the carpet, the door slammed behind them. Wildness and tearing, hot breath, the smell of mountains, a glimpse of hooves and matted fur, something brutal and ancient, complete abandon...
Selene was roused from her daze by a blanket being wrapped around her, she smiled up at her beast, all peace and shining now.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, not sounding too concerned.
"Naturally," she responded in the same calm tone. It was a matter of pride between them to keep emotions muted, but they could still read the subtle language of flared nostrils and dilated pupils. He kissed her forehead like a shot of heroin and carried her into bed.
He stroked her hair, "Rest now, Lenie, I'll still be here in the morning."
She was surprised, but too tired to argue, and anyway he didn't make promises unless he meant them. She slept without dreaming, yet touching another world.
Waking was like time travel, eyes opened, soft lips, eyes closed, eyes opened an hour later, slow kneading of breasts, eyes closed, eyes opened an hour later, tongue in moist slit, eyes only half closed this time, and then opened very wide indeed.
Nikos helped her make breakfast, another oddity, he usually took over completely or allowed himself to be waited on hand and foot.
As they ate, Selene tried to hide her bemused looks, but he spotted them anyway, raising an eyebrow until she blushed. "It's just... unusual... you're being all... normal..."
His gaze darkened. "Why, thank you, it is an effort to hide what a freak I am, glad to know I'm finally succeeding..."
She felt the ground drop away, how could she have been so stupid? He let her stew for a few more moments, then shook his head and smiled down at the table. Selene breathed again, she'd lost a point, but no more than that.
"Shall I wash up, or is that too normal?" He continued poking her sore points, but now it felt like a teasing tickle.
She grimaced and helped him with the dishes. "No, it's nice, but, you know what I mean, how come you're not being the Ice King?"
He didn't snap at her this time, seeming to honestly consider her question. "I'm not sure, I just do what feels right, and I wanted to be myself with you more."
It was the closest he'd ever got to a declaration of affection, and she didn't know how to respond, just tried to stay calm.
Nikos seemed shy, looking over at her through his long, dark lashes. "I hope that's enough for you."
Her heart was in her mouth, not sure if this was part of one of his games. She just nodded, wide eyed in the deafening stillness.
He broke the spell by grabbing her arm and pulling her back into the lounge, "Don't worry Lenie, being myself is being a sex crazed monster, as well."
They laughed and tumbled like kids, the awkwardness forgotten, everything was easy and clear and simple. But then, like a snake in a tree, the shadow rose again. Nikos returned from a trip to the bathroom with a horned headdress left over from the last play Selene had worked on.
"I think this would suit me," he said as he placed it on his head. His feet and chest were bare, and with his bangles and beads, he looked like a Pagan god, like something out of Selene's deepest fantasies. Everything turned into slow motion and her field of vision narrowed to include only him.
With his ability to read her, there was no way he'd miss her frozen arousal. He seemed to pause for a few moments, considering her, then in an haughty and irresistible tone, demanded, "on your knees, thrall."
She obeyed before she even realised what she was doing.
"Worship me."
Her hands knew what he meant, opening his flies, grasping his thick cock, sliding it deep into her mouth. She was always happy to pleasure him like this, but in the mood she'd dropped into, it was blissful. She worked with zeal, every movement of her lips perfectly judged to bring him the most perfect sensations, quietly singing his praises with gentle vibrations in her throat. Soon she was rewarded with his sacrament, and she moved back, gazing up at him in devotion.
He looked a little spaced out, and took off the headdress, sitting down on the sofa. "Wow," was all that came out.
Selene couldn't quite bring herself to rise from her knees, although things were back to their usual pace, a part of her was still yearning for the certainty she'd felt moments before.
Nikos reached out and stroked her face, wiping away some stray liquids with his thumb. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He said in a strange tone.
She nodded dumbly, it had triggered her most primal desires, something she craved above anything else. It wasn't about the horns, or the oral, it was just that feeling of being in touch with something so powerful it was futile to even think of resisting. To serve because it was unquestionably the right thing to do. To reach somewhere sacred.
He smiled ruefully, "Well, I did too, a lot..." he stared off into space, "you know, if that's what you need, I can just arrive, use you, and go."
Selene considered his offer seriously. He would be perfect at that, the smooth, cold Master she secretly desired. What if the alternative just ended up with them being vanilla fuckbuddies? It would be too late to go back if she wanted to by that time.
"Come on, be honest with me," he murmured, "don't you long to be my thrall, no responsibilities, no worries, just the simplicity of doing what you're told?"
Of course she would, he knew that, but would it be enough? She was sure he'd be fine with whatever she decided, but what would make him happiest? She tried to read his expression, it was impassive but she could get under the surface if she tried. He seemed curious, aroused at the thought of having a slave at his service, but there was definitely something else, something... sad? Was he... lonely?
Her heart flooded with warmth. She had to take the risk, it was the right thing to do. Selene stood up, picked up the headdress, and smiled beatifically. "Don't you long for that too?" She put the horns on, and stared directly at him without hiding her emotions.
He flinched, eyes widening, not being able to resist responding to the combination of strength and love she was radiating. His gaze softened, something melting inside.
"Let me be your Goddess," she demanded gently.
Nikos chuckled and pulled her down into his lap, legs either side of his hips, friendly and intimate. "You already are," he whispered in her ear, then kissed her sweetly.
He unzipped his trousers and slid his cock deep inside her. They moved together like a ritual, a ceremony of lust. He was still in control with her above him, and Selene couldn't help but be relieved. Whether he was the High Priest or Wild Beast, she could still let herself go with him, it was somehow even more potent without the hierarchy being fixed. It was their desire that was sacred, what was manifested by their connection, rather than one of them being the container of power.
As they fucked, breathing hard, in synch, it was like being possessed, but becoming your most true self as well. When they came it felt like they were surrendering everything, opening up to the void and being filled again with endless abundance. The day to day fears and weaknesses stripped away, leaving only the awe, the majesty, the light.
They couldn't let go of each other afterwards, moving sleepily until they were spooned together, floating in infinite bliss, reborn and ready for whatever was to come.
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Thursday, 22 December 2011
Ghost
The young man was sat at his usual bench in the park, eating lunch by the skate ramps. Eliane appreciated the view as much as he did. She slid into place next to him but he made no sign of having seen her.
"Boo," she whispered.
He jumped, glancing around, but looking right through her. "Fucking hell, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days..."
Eliane chuckled and tickled him lightly on the back of the neck, then when he flapped in that direction, gave him feather light touches around his smooth face, skinny chest, wiry arms, until he sighed in frustration and gave up trying to fight her.
She was pleased, the suggestions were holding well, not only couldn't he see her, but it didn't occur to him to grab her hand or wrestle her away. He was helpless and didn't know why.
"Shh, Jessie," she breathed in his ear, "you're safe now, I'm here."
He relaxed with a childlike smile, eyes glazing slightly, and her heart went out to him. He'd been so drunk the night they'd met, wild and broken, and something had called out to her. It hadn't taken much to seduce him, she was half lost too, and they'd fallen into instant rapport, both trying to blot out the pain with booze, loud music, and feral lust.
She'd let him remember that night, but had shut away his ability to connect it with his invisible tormentor. Perhaps a part of him knew who she was, but so long as it just stayed nice and quiet while she had her way, it didn't really matter.
Eliane stroked his hair gently, enjoying the feeling of his long, dark locks sliding through her fingers. She felt protective of him, like an older sister, helping him have some direction in his life. A slightly sick direction, but he'd told her all his fantasies while he was under, wishing he was brave enough to try them out, and it was her pleasure to help him fulfil them.
"OK, playtime for Jessie now," she murmured.
Immediately he sat up straighter, looked older, more assured. His eyes took on a predatory gleam as he looked over at the skater boys.
"That one keeps checking you out," Eliane was more than invisible now, she was just a voice in his head, on the edge of his consciousness, but impossible to resist.
Jessie smiled, he'd been plotting his moves before she'd arrived anyway, not realising that he'd actually carry them out.
"Go and get him," she gently commanded, sitting back to enjoy the show. Her protégé was an excellent operator, chatting smoothly to the kids, only a few years younger than him anyway. Without it being obvious, Jessie managed to home in on the cute guy who'd been looking over, and the others drifted away while he reeled him in.
Eliane knew better than to interfere with this, Jessie was a natural at friendly persuasion, he just needed a bit of a boost in confidence. She slipped away to let herself into his flat and wait for the next stage.
It wasn't long before the pair arrived, she listened from the bedroom as they chatted, and smirked when the usual seduction album started to play. Peering round the door, she was pleased to see that things hadn't gone to far, time to make an entrance.
"Sleepytime for Jessie, now." She said briskly as she came into the living room. The skater boy turned round, startled, but her friend just fell back onto the sofa with a blissed out expression, eyes closed, and hand absently gliding over his groin.
The kid stood up nervously, "Uh, sorry, uh, I saw you at the park didn't I? Do you live here?" He looked back at the tranced man with fear and curiosity. "What have you done... hypnosis, right?"
Good, he was relatively bright, much more fun to work with. "Yes, clever boy," she purred, "he's deeply asleep and doesn't hear us." She sat down, and motioned that he should return to sit opposite her. "What's your name, baby?"
"Kurt," he answered as he warily perched on the edge of the seat.
Eliane laughed softly, probably the child of grunge parents, he'd lived up to his namesake with shaggy, dyed blond hair and a distant, haunted look.
"Erm, is this, like, a threesome thing?" He asked hesitantly.
She smiled, showing her teeth. "Would you like it if it was?"
"Um, I guess that'd be OK, I'm bi and stuff..."
"And stuff?"
He looked at her evenly. "I just go with the flow."
Good to know. "I'll let you get on with things in a minute, trust me, you won't even know I'm here."
He grinned wryly and nodded to the sofa. "What, like him?"
Yes, definitely a smart one. "It looks quite nice, though, doesn't it? He's happy, relaxed, turned on, no worries, no concerns, no responsibilities, just drifting, feeling so good..."
Despite himself, the skater was drawn into her soothing description, watching the other man's chest rise and fall regularly, listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing. Jessie's erection was straining at his tight jeans, pressing against his hand a little with every heartbeat. It was too entrancing a tableau to resist, and soon Kurt's own breath had fallen in time, his eyelids drooping, he sank back against the cushions, his own cock tenting a little in his cut-offs.
Eliane wished this could go on forever, they were so peaceful, so perfect. She kept her voice as quiet as possible, not wanting to break the spell, as she subtly linked his focus on Jessie to not needing to consciously see or hear her. She'd have to see how well he took direction, he seemed submissive to the older man anyway, so she just reinforced how arousing it was to let other people make decisions for you, hoping that would be enough. After telling him that he didn't need to remember seeing her - he'd just spaced out listening to the music, she woke both of them up slowly and waited.
They blinked, and grinned shyly at each other, not sure if they'd been the only one to doze off.
"Wow, that's some band there, I totally went!" said Kurt, awed, not looking in Eliane's direction at all.
She relaxed, it seemed to be working. "Get Kurt a drink, have one too."
Jessie swung into action, turning the record over, then getting a bottle and glasses. He was efficient and sexy, cool enough to impress the younger man, easygoing enough to inspire trust. He handed over a glass of amber spirits, looking cheekily through his fringe, pale eyes darker than usual. "You old enough to drink?"
Kurt sipped at his whiskey, obviously not that used to it. "Heh, yeah... just."
Corrupting the innocent, her favourite game. "Stick your finger in your glass, then put it in his mouth. Say this..."
"Maybe you need me to teach you..." he repeated after her, parting Kurt's pillowy lips with his finger. As they boy looked up at him through long lashes and suckled, they both knew that he wasn't innocent at all. Somehow, Jessie managed to turn his longing into an arrogant air of entitlement.
Eliane wasn't so strong, whimpering a little at the sight, before gasping, "Drink but don't swallow, kiss him, let it flow into his mouth."
Her puppet obeyed, as much in thrall to the sensual compliance of his conquest as he was to her orders. The kid was good, very good: leading Jessie back to the sofa while seeming to be the one being guided.
The woman watching couldn't compete, she felt a stab of bittersweet pain at not being part of the scene in front of her. "Use him, use each other, just do what comes naturally," she rasped, breathing raggedly.
Time slowed, strong hands undressing each other, claiming skin, caressing and teasing. Lips on cocks, tongues in assholes, she lost track of who was who, wishing beyond reason that she had half the power this fair haired teenager had.
Eventually, watcher and watched were all spent, she'd kept turning the album over, but it had faded to silence again. The sweat dried on naked bodies in the dim light, and a peace settled over them.
Kurt stroked the other man's hair fondly, "I've got to go back for tea, Mum'll be expecting me."
Jessie groaned, "fuck, I feel like such a perv when you say things like that."
"Heh, don't be silly," the boy replied as he pulled on his clothes, "I mean, you are a perv, but not 'cos I'm eighteen."
Eliane felt more invisible than ever. Although she'd felt privileged to witness the passion that had passed between them, she still felt like an interloper, a parasite. She felt sickened by herself, wished that she could just have something pure for a change.
"Wanna take my number?" asked Jessie.
"Sure," replied Kurt, but as they fiddled with their phones he continued, "I'm not sure I'm quite what you're after though."
The older guy was on the back foot again. "Huh?"
"Never mind, you'll work it out," he walked to the door, and turned before he left. "Oh, and thank you."
Eliane shivered, she could have sworn he'd been looking right at her when he said it.
"Boo," she whispered.
He jumped, glancing around, but looking right through her. "Fucking hell, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days..."
Eliane chuckled and tickled him lightly on the back of the neck, then when he flapped in that direction, gave him feather light touches around his smooth face, skinny chest, wiry arms, until he sighed in frustration and gave up trying to fight her.
She was pleased, the suggestions were holding well, not only couldn't he see her, but it didn't occur to him to grab her hand or wrestle her away. He was helpless and didn't know why.
"Shh, Jessie," she breathed in his ear, "you're safe now, I'm here."
He relaxed with a childlike smile, eyes glazing slightly, and her heart went out to him. He'd been so drunk the night they'd met, wild and broken, and something had called out to her. It hadn't taken much to seduce him, she was half lost too, and they'd fallen into instant rapport, both trying to blot out the pain with booze, loud music, and feral lust.
She'd let him remember that night, but had shut away his ability to connect it with his invisible tormentor. Perhaps a part of him knew who she was, but so long as it just stayed nice and quiet while she had her way, it didn't really matter.
Eliane stroked his hair gently, enjoying the feeling of his long, dark locks sliding through her fingers. She felt protective of him, like an older sister, helping him have some direction in his life. A slightly sick direction, but he'd told her all his fantasies while he was under, wishing he was brave enough to try them out, and it was her pleasure to help him fulfil them.
"OK, playtime for Jessie now," she murmured.
Immediately he sat up straighter, looked older, more assured. His eyes took on a predatory gleam as he looked over at the skater boys.
"That one keeps checking you out," Eliane was more than invisible now, she was just a voice in his head, on the edge of his consciousness, but impossible to resist.
Jessie smiled, he'd been plotting his moves before she'd arrived anyway, not realising that he'd actually carry them out.
"Go and get him," she gently commanded, sitting back to enjoy the show. Her protégé was an excellent operator, chatting smoothly to the kids, only a few years younger than him anyway. Without it being obvious, Jessie managed to home in on the cute guy who'd been looking over, and the others drifted away while he reeled him in.
Eliane knew better than to interfere with this, Jessie was a natural at friendly persuasion, he just needed a bit of a boost in confidence. She slipped away to let herself into his flat and wait for the next stage.
It wasn't long before the pair arrived, she listened from the bedroom as they chatted, and smirked when the usual seduction album started to play. Peering round the door, she was pleased to see that things hadn't gone to far, time to make an entrance.
"Sleepytime for Jessie, now." She said briskly as she came into the living room. The skater boy turned round, startled, but her friend just fell back onto the sofa with a blissed out expression, eyes closed, and hand absently gliding over his groin.
The kid stood up nervously, "Uh, sorry, uh, I saw you at the park didn't I? Do you live here?" He looked back at the tranced man with fear and curiosity. "What have you done... hypnosis, right?"
Good, he was relatively bright, much more fun to work with. "Yes, clever boy," she purred, "he's deeply asleep and doesn't hear us." She sat down, and motioned that he should return to sit opposite her. "What's your name, baby?"
"Kurt," he answered as he warily perched on the edge of the seat.
Eliane laughed softly, probably the child of grunge parents, he'd lived up to his namesake with shaggy, dyed blond hair and a distant, haunted look.
"Erm, is this, like, a threesome thing?" He asked hesitantly.
She smiled, showing her teeth. "Would you like it if it was?"
"Um, I guess that'd be OK, I'm bi and stuff..."
"And stuff?"
He looked at her evenly. "I just go with the flow."
Good to know. "I'll let you get on with things in a minute, trust me, you won't even know I'm here."
He grinned wryly and nodded to the sofa. "What, like him?"
Yes, definitely a smart one. "It looks quite nice, though, doesn't it? He's happy, relaxed, turned on, no worries, no concerns, no responsibilities, just drifting, feeling so good..."
Despite himself, the skater was drawn into her soothing description, watching the other man's chest rise and fall regularly, listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing. Jessie's erection was straining at his tight jeans, pressing against his hand a little with every heartbeat. It was too entrancing a tableau to resist, and soon Kurt's own breath had fallen in time, his eyelids drooping, he sank back against the cushions, his own cock tenting a little in his cut-offs.
Eliane wished this could go on forever, they were so peaceful, so perfect. She kept her voice as quiet as possible, not wanting to break the spell, as she subtly linked his focus on Jessie to not needing to consciously see or hear her. She'd have to see how well he took direction, he seemed submissive to the older man anyway, so she just reinforced how arousing it was to let other people make decisions for you, hoping that would be enough. After telling him that he didn't need to remember seeing her - he'd just spaced out listening to the music, she woke both of them up slowly and waited.
They blinked, and grinned shyly at each other, not sure if they'd been the only one to doze off.
"Wow, that's some band there, I totally went!" said Kurt, awed, not looking in Eliane's direction at all.
She relaxed, it seemed to be working. "Get Kurt a drink, have one too."
Jessie swung into action, turning the record over, then getting a bottle and glasses. He was efficient and sexy, cool enough to impress the younger man, easygoing enough to inspire trust. He handed over a glass of amber spirits, looking cheekily through his fringe, pale eyes darker than usual. "You old enough to drink?"
Kurt sipped at his whiskey, obviously not that used to it. "Heh, yeah... just."
Corrupting the innocent, her favourite game. "Stick your finger in your glass, then put it in his mouth. Say this..."
"Maybe you need me to teach you..." he repeated after her, parting Kurt's pillowy lips with his finger. As they boy looked up at him through long lashes and suckled, they both knew that he wasn't innocent at all. Somehow, Jessie managed to turn his longing into an arrogant air of entitlement.
Eliane wasn't so strong, whimpering a little at the sight, before gasping, "Drink but don't swallow, kiss him, let it flow into his mouth."
Her puppet obeyed, as much in thrall to the sensual compliance of his conquest as he was to her orders. The kid was good, very good: leading Jessie back to the sofa while seeming to be the one being guided.
The woman watching couldn't compete, she felt a stab of bittersweet pain at not being part of the scene in front of her. "Use him, use each other, just do what comes naturally," she rasped, breathing raggedly.
Time slowed, strong hands undressing each other, claiming skin, caressing and teasing. Lips on cocks, tongues in assholes, she lost track of who was who, wishing beyond reason that she had half the power this fair haired teenager had.
Eventually, watcher and watched were all spent, she'd kept turning the album over, but it had faded to silence again. The sweat dried on naked bodies in the dim light, and a peace settled over them.
Kurt stroked the other man's hair fondly, "I've got to go back for tea, Mum'll be expecting me."
Jessie groaned, "fuck, I feel like such a perv when you say things like that."
"Heh, don't be silly," the boy replied as he pulled on his clothes, "I mean, you are a perv, but not 'cos I'm eighteen."
Eliane felt more invisible than ever. Although she'd felt privileged to witness the passion that had passed between them, she still felt like an interloper, a parasite. She felt sickened by herself, wished that she could just have something pure for a change.
"Wanna take my number?" asked Jessie.
"Sure," replied Kurt, but as they fiddled with their phones he continued, "I'm not sure I'm quite what you're after though."
The older guy was on the back foot again. "Huh?"
"Never mind, you'll work it out," he walked to the door, and turned before he left. "Oh, and thank you."
Eliane shivered, she could have sworn he'd been looking right at her when he said it.
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Winter
Perdy tugged her coat tighter around herself, trying to get closer to the fire and ignore the drunk babes racing around in barely enough clothes for summer. She wasn't cut out for these outdoor parties, they seemed to be all the rage, but they just felt like an advert, the surface glitter of fun but without any real depth.
She stared into the flames, and felt the warmth from the mulled wine seep through her. It wouldn't be too bad, if only she wasn't having to put up with Lee whingeing on about work next to her. Eventually she noticed he'd said something about going to get another drink and nodded vaguely.
She let the flickering lull her again and barely noticed when a man slid in place next to her.
"You look like a statue standing there," he said in a soft voice.
She glanced at him, he looked a bit scruffy, but had compelling, twinkling eyes. She smiled without really knowing why. "Must have frozen..."
He moved closer to her. "I'll warm you up..."
Perdy laughed, it was such a seedy come on. She didn't really mind, but out of some kind of duty replied that she was taken.
He shrugged, "no you're not, he's not interested in you, leaves you here, alone by the fire, staring into the depths, growing still, and cold, like marble, just waiting for someone to come along, someone who can just lay their hands on you..." his touch was there without her noticing the transition, "and you'd start to come back to life, start to feel warm, happy, relaxed..."
She was breathing hard and leaning into him as if they'd been lovers for years.
His mouth tickled against her ear, "and aroused..."
How was this so exciting? This stranger had just walked into her deepest self without any effort. Her locks had fallen open for him. They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, something crackling between them.
He held out his hand to her. "The woods?"
She nodded, took his hand, and followed him into the unknown.
She stared into the flames, and felt the warmth from the mulled wine seep through her. It wouldn't be too bad, if only she wasn't having to put up with Lee whingeing on about work next to her. Eventually she noticed he'd said something about going to get another drink and nodded vaguely.
She let the flickering lull her again and barely noticed when a man slid in place next to her.
"You look like a statue standing there," he said in a soft voice.
She glanced at him, he looked a bit scruffy, but had compelling, twinkling eyes. She smiled without really knowing why. "Must have frozen..."
He moved closer to her. "I'll warm you up..."
Perdy laughed, it was such a seedy come on. She didn't really mind, but out of some kind of duty replied that she was taken.
He shrugged, "no you're not, he's not interested in you, leaves you here, alone by the fire, staring into the depths, growing still, and cold, like marble, just waiting for someone to come along, someone who can just lay their hands on you..." his touch was there without her noticing the transition, "and you'd start to come back to life, start to feel warm, happy, relaxed..."
She was breathing hard and leaning into him as if they'd been lovers for years.
His mouth tickled against her ear, "and aroused..."
How was this so exciting? This stranger had just walked into her deepest self without any effort. Her locks had fallen open for him. They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, something crackling between them.
He held out his hand to her. "The woods?"
She nodded, took his hand, and followed him into the unknown.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Queen Me
Max was so cute and vulnerable in the mornings, snuggling into her like a little boy. Sofia wrapped her arms around him, feeling protective, it was nice to be the one doing the comforting at times like these, and she knew he liked it too, although he wouldn't admit it.
He turned to look at her, half-lidded. She ran her fingers around his lips, and he kissed them sleepily, then took them in his mouth. Sofia started to breathe heavily, his tongue was soft and compelling, she wanted it elsewhere.
"Go down, for me, Max," she whispered smoothly. His eyes widened for a moment, before fluttering shut. He gently kissed his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling her breasts, then following the path down to her clit.
Sofia held onto his head with reverence, it was a precious gift for him to pleasure her like this - not just with his tongue, that was used frequently and efficiently to melt her mind and make her beg. What was rare was this mood of service, of worship. She felt like something perfect, that he longed to be close to, lived to make happy. She could barely breathe.
His eyes opened, they were distant and deep, so given over that she shivered as she felt herself echoing them. As they lost themselves in each other, the feelings turned into endless warm waves of pleasure, and he seemed as overtaken by the climax as she was.
They lay there a while, Sofia cradling Max's head to her belly, enjoying the quiet and intimacy. After a while, as he wriggled up to face her, she noted that he was still rock hard.
"Hey, Sofe, did you just trigger me?" He asked.
She chuckled, it had been years since he'd let her hypnotise him. "No, babe, you've never let me set any up."
He smiled oddly. "Mmm, shame, it really felt like you did."
Sofia stroked his back thoughtfully, she knew Max wasn't into traditional sub/dom roles or anything, but he did generally enjoy being in control and easily resisted her if she tried to top him.
Still, he certainly seemed to be suggesting he'd like her to be in charge for a while, and she was getting turned on again by the prospect. "I guess your subconscious desires just did all the work for me..." she murmured seductively.
The air became charged, flickering, Max's mouth opened slightly, as if he was going to say something, but then didn't know how to respond. That was unheard of, and Sofia pressed her advantage.
She lightly guided him onto his back, then knelt over him, leaning forwards, doing something clever with her arms to make her breasts look mouthwatering. "Maybe it's time to let them out, admit that you want to let down your defences, relax, open up..."
He let out a slight whimper and his eyes glazed. His body slumped into the bed, but his prick was raging, trying to push its way inside her achingly close hole. She kept herself a fraction out of reach, still whispering soft soothing words, until he was panting with desire. "Ahhh, Sofia! Please!"
She laughed gently, amazed to hear him beg for something he would usually take in an instant. "Shhh, Maxie... Listen carefully..." She held his cock millimetres inside her entrance for a few seconds, saying firmly: "Your pleasure comes from my pleasure. Accept."
Max groaned and nodded desperately, "yes, yes, I accept..."
"Good boy!" She pushed down onto him slowly, then waited to see what he would do.
There was a pause while his eyes rolled back, but then he managed to shift gears, watching her carefully as he started to thrust into her at her favourite pace, stimulating the right points to give her maximum gratification.
He stroked her back and thighs, then pulled her hips down in rhythm with his cock. Sofia smiled in encouragement, trying to stay in charge despite the ecstasy he was bringing her. It was a strange feeling, this was just a hair breadth from him controlling her, after all they both knew that what she loved most of all was him pressing her buttons, puppeting her with her own needs. How would he be able to push her over without that moment of surrender?
They looked at each other with something pure and intense flowing between them.
"Tell me what you're thinking," she gasped.
He struggled for a moment, used to being guarded with his thoughts, but then just let the words flow out, "Ah, not really thinking straight... just want to make you happy... make you feel good... you're so fucking amazing..."
Sofia melted, she leant down and kissed him deeply, then they rolled over a little as she stroked his hair and gazed at him lovingly.
"Use me," Max breathed, "take everything I've got..."
Sofia hesitated, but his face radiated a need to play this game. She imagined his will becoming hers, could feel the energy flowing into her, she was like a vampire, powerful and irresistible. He seemed to be getting weaker, but more and more beautiful, she just couldn't stop herself, the feral passions overtaking her as she fucked him hard and wild.
He seemed to be on the point of breaking, "Ah, please, destroy me..."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" She hissed, feeling close to ripping his throat out with her teeth.
His eyes were drifting closed, the last of his strength going. "Because you're everything... my life... my Queen..."
She came hard, and took him with her, somehow feeding the life back into him as they shared heartbeats. When Max opened his eyes again, they were a little wary, but had the familiar mischievous glint back in them.
"Blimey, Sofe, fancy you making me do all that!"
She shook her head in faux incredulity. "Yeah, I was totally taking advantage, wasn't I?"
He smirked at her, on familiar ground again. "You really were, I hope you're not imagining I'm going to call you shit like that from now on."
Sofia didn't bother answering, just started wrestling him, enjoying the press of his body against hers as he asserted himself. She was happy to know that despite their preferred dynamic, some part of him was always her willing, grateful subject.
He turned to look at her, half-lidded. She ran her fingers around his lips, and he kissed them sleepily, then took them in his mouth. Sofia started to breathe heavily, his tongue was soft and compelling, she wanted it elsewhere.
"Go down, for me, Max," she whispered smoothly. His eyes widened for a moment, before fluttering shut. He gently kissed his way down her neck, sucking and nibbling her breasts, then following the path down to her clit.
Sofia held onto his head with reverence, it was a precious gift for him to pleasure her like this - not just with his tongue, that was used frequently and efficiently to melt her mind and make her beg. What was rare was this mood of service, of worship. She felt like something perfect, that he longed to be close to, lived to make happy. She could barely breathe.
His eyes opened, they were distant and deep, so given over that she shivered as she felt herself echoing them. As they lost themselves in each other, the feelings turned into endless warm waves of pleasure, and he seemed as overtaken by the climax as she was.
They lay there a while, Sofia cradling Max's head to her belly, enjoying the quiet and intimacy. After a while, as he wriggled up to face her, she noted that he was still rock hard.
"Hey, Sofe, did you just trigger me?" He asked.
She chuckled, it had been years since he'd let her hypnotise him. "No, babe, you've never let me set any up."
He smiled oddly. "Mmm, shame, it really felt like you did."
Sofia stroked his back thoughtfully, she knew Max wasn't into traditional sub/dom roles or anything, but he did generally enjoy being in control and easily resisted her if she tried to top him.
Still, he certainly seemed to be suggesting he'd like her to be in charge for a while, and she was getting turned on again by the prospect. "I guess your subconscious desires just did all the work for me..." she murmured seductively.
The air became charged, flickering, Max's mouth opened slightly, as if he was going to say something, but then didn't know how to respond. That was unheard of, and Sofia pressed her advantage.
She lightly guided him onto his back, then knelt over him, leaning forwards, doing something clever with her arms to make her breasts look mouthwatering. "Maybe it's time to let them out, admit that you want to let down your defences, relax, open up..."
He let out a slight whimper and his eyes glazed. His body slumped into the bed, but his prick was raging, trying to push its way inside her achingly close hole. She kept herself a fraction out of reach, still whispering soft soothing words, until he was panting with desire. "Ahhh, Sofia! Please!"
She laughed gently, amazed to hear him beg for something he would usually take in an instant. "Shhh, Maxie... Listen carefully..." She held his cock millimetres inside her entrance for a few seconds, saying firmly: "Your pleasure comes from my pleasure. Accept."
Max groaned and nodded desperately, "yes, yes, I accept..."
"Good boy!" She pushed down onto him slowly, then waited to see what he would do.
There was a pause while his eyes rolled back, but then he managed to shift gears, watching her carefully as he started to thrust into her at her favourite pace, stimulating the right points to give her maximum gratification.
He stroked her back and thighs, then pulled her hips down in rhythm with his cock. Sofia smiled in encouragement, trying to stay in charge despite the ecstasy he was bringing her. It was a strange feeling, this was just a hair breadth from him controlling her, after all they both knew that what she loved most of all was him pressing her buttons, puppeting her with her own needs. How would he be able to push her over without that moment of surrender?
They looked at each other with something pure and intense flowing between them.
"Tell me what you're thinking," she gasped.
He struggled for a moment, used to being guarded with his thoughts, but then just let the words flow out, "Ah, not really thinking straight... just want to make you happy... make you feel good... you're so fucking amazing..."
Sofia melted, she leant down and kissed him deeply, then they rolled over a little as she stroked his hair and gazed at him lovingly.
"Use me," Max breathed, "take everything I've got..."
Sofia hesitated, but his face radiated a need to play this game. She imagined his will becoming hers, could feel the energy flowing into her, she was like a vampire, powerful and irresistible. He seemed to be getting weaker, but more and more beautiful, she just couldn't stop herself, the feral passions overtaking her as she fucked him hard and wild.
He seemed to be on the point of breaking, "Ah, please, destroy me..."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" She hissed, feeling close to ripping his throat out with her teeth.
His eyes were drifting closed, the last of his strength going. "Because you're everything... my life... my Queen..."
She came hard, and took him with her, somehow feeding the life back into him as they shared heartbeats. When Max opened his eyes again, they were a little wary, but had the familiar mischievous glint back in them.
"Blimey, Sofe, fancy you making me do all that!"
She shook her head in faux incredulity. "Yeah, I was totally taking advantage, wasn't I?"
He smirked at her, on familiar ground again. "You really were, I hope you're not imagining I'm going to call you shit like that from now on."
Sofia didn't bother answering, just started wrestling him, enjoying the press of his body against hers as he asserted himself. She was happy to know that despite their preferred dynamic, some part of him was always her willing, grateful subject.
Monday, 11 July 2011
New Release
Molly's feet took her to the same place in the record shop every time she came in, it wasn't that she thought there'd be anything unexpected there, it was more a compulsive act, the comfort of running her fingers through his albums, reassuring herself that he was somewhere, doing what he loved.
She gazed for a while at his newest release, she already had it at home of course, she pre-ordered anything by his band, knowing it would be a necessary purchase. The drawing on the front seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it. There was a naive yet archetypal air about it, perhaps it was something she'd seen him do in college, or just done in a similar style.
The songs seemed to be sending her a message too, but she wasn't sure what it was, maybe she'd catch him at the gig that night and ask him about it. At least it would be a topic of conversation to distract her from the gnawing ache of his presence.
"I've heard that's an OK album." His voice came from behind her. She closed her eyes for a moment before moving, overcome by the inevitable mix of emotions: shame at looking like a stalker, bursting joy at being able to talk to him.
Niall stood a little too close to her, forcing Molly to brush against him as she turned, but he didn't step away, just hovering inches away from pressing her into the racks.
"Yeah, it's not bad, handy for background music." She smiled the goofy, beautiful smile of someone talking to their teenage crush, their closest and yet most absent friend, their not quite ex, not quite fuckbuddy, not quite anything that would make sense.
He chuckled and played with her hair. She let him, accepting as always that her body was his playground. His aura was fading the shop into unreality, as if they were in a parallel universe and could happily make out without anyone around noticing.
"I wrote it for you, of course," he said in that light but serious tone that he used when he was dropping bombshells.
"Yeah? Do I get the royalties?" She was being cheeky on autopilot, but couldn't hide her confusion at his revelation.
"If you like," he said dreamily, still staring at her with massively dilated pupils. Was he on drugs? Why was he being so kind when he'd been cold and distant the last few times they'd met?
"God, Niall, what's got into you?"
He shrugged bashfully, and stroked her arm. "I dunno, just been missing you I guess..."
She shivered, still not understanding, but unable to pretend she didn't enjoy his touch. "Uh, well, shall we go for a coffee or something?"
Niall leant into her, put his mouth to her ear. "I'd rather we just went back to my hotel and fucked."
Molly snorted, but he seemed sincere enough, his cock, hard against her leg, didn't lie. "Oh, Nee, I've got to get ready for tonight and stuff..."
He frowned, "Bollocks to that, I don't care what you're wearing, and you're not bothered about what anyone else thinks." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Come on, quickly, that guy over there's looking like he wants to talk to me about amps or something..."
She giggled and followed him, young and carefree again, enjoying the easy banter they fell into as they walked the short distance, breezing through reception and up to his room.
He didn't leave her time to get awkward, immediately kissing her hungrily, then making her chase his lips once she needed it more than he did. She was panting and bright eyed by the time he pushed her onto the bed and put on the album they'd been discussing earlier.
Molly laughed, "Not sick of hearing the sound of your own voice yet?"
Niall flopped down next to her. "I want to watch you listen to it."
Something had shifted, now she was the one being stalked, but it was oddly safe, because it was him. They moved around until he was up against the headboard, and she was leaning back onto him. As he put his arms around her, Molly closed her eyes and drifted into the long, slow opening track.
She was pretty sure this one hinted at their first, yearning friendship as teenagers. It made her remember those significant glances through flickering firelight in the woods, across the art studio, even just as they listened to music in the bedroom without needing to talk. The blissful howl of knowing your feelings were shared, but not seeing how to move forward without breaking perfection.
Her eyes opened as she tilted her head to look up at him. They could have been back there, just before they went to different universities, that weekend that tore her apart. They'd done things before that, tentative experiments, the odd drunken fuck, but they'd agreed to spend the whole time her parents were away together, and naturally, their bodies had taken over.
Something wild had come out, something they'd both been ashamed of in the light of day, not really understanding what it meant. Afterwards, it seemed easier to hold onto the closeness without trying have a relationship based on that abyss. Unfortunately, once she knew it was possible to feel like that, nothing else had ever lived up to it.
Niall's face was a sweet mix of regret and longing. "I was such a fucking idiot."
Molly's chest was painful, but it felt good, like something that had been holding her back was breaking apart. She grinned and wriggled round to sit astride him. "I know, you always have been."
"Yeah, I should have just taken you with me in a box." He followed her jokey tone, but his eyes glinted with dark purpose.
She swallowed. Their irregular hook ups since that time had been fed by head games, they trusted each other to go to places they'd never dare with anyone else, and it was surely time to take a risk. "I wish you had, you could have kept me under your desk, fed me scraps and made me do anything you said when you let me out occasionally."
They were both getting aroused by the scenario, and with eerie timing the music became more insistent, a song that had reminded Molly of their most intense sessions, and the deep things she'd fantasised about but never done.
Niall slowly ran his hands up her thighs, "Mmm, but maybe that would have been too easy..."
Molly could feel his cock pressing into her, and was finding it difficult to follow what he was saying. "Easy?" she mumbled breathlessly.
His left hand slipped round to stroke her behind, while his right toyed with her clit. She always felt like a guitar when he played her like this. "Yeah, too obvious, much better to just trap you by being the only guy who understands you, the only one who can give you what you need..."
She whimpered a little as she felt something slide out of her grasp. Something he owned in her, that he could call to his service whenever he wanted to. His eyes were soft and caring, but his fingers manipulated her thoughts. She was utterly lost. "Niall... please..."
"Please what, Moll?"
She just gaped at him, mouth slack, unable to articulate the depths of her need.
He gave his kindly patronising look. "Please fuck you?"
She nodded desperately and he rolled her onto her side, pushed his trousers down a little, got a condom on, and slid inside her, all the while murmuring to keep her calm and responsive as if she was a nervous animal.
With her legs hooked around his, the weight of his body against her, she was captured and protected in delicious balance. The song was timed to the rhythm of his cock in her, she'd almost been able to feel it every time she'd listened, and now it was really there she had no defences left.
"You realise I'm keeping you now," he whispered into her open mind.
She nodded blurrily, no thought for the consequences, all she wanted was to do this forever.
He watched her carefully, gauging her reactions, "of course you might start to feel like you're just my little groupie slut to be used when I'm bored..."
The emotional pain made her whine and struggle, but he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her and pumping into her cunt until she stopped fighting.
"...but I'd help you get over your silly fears and insecurities..." his hand was tender now, stroking her face.
Molly could barely breathe, tears were starting to well up as she accepted his kindness, all the more potent because it was laced with cruelty.
"...remind you of what you're always known deep down..." he carried on with the soothing stream of words, "... that you're always safe with me, that we belong together..."
Her heart sang, Niall seemed to be glowing, everything was so fucking perfect she felt like she was dreaming.
"...it's always been you I write for, you're my muse, I put all of my power into these songs, and I know you belong to me more every time you listen..."
It should have been scary, weird, obsessive, but from his lips it sounded like the most romantic words anyone had ever said. She felt herself starting to build towards an orgasm and held onto him as if nothing else existed.
"...I know your patterns, how to guide you, take you where I want..." he slowed his thrusting, seeming to be waiting for something, Molly just hung there with him, not having the willpower to grind down. Soon, Niall started again, the deep fucking that would inevitably make her come, and she started to half remember something, didn't she always feel an echo of this when she got to this point in the album? Not as much of course, but... yes... there was that bit that went....
Her eyes rolled back and she came hard: the feeling she'd been desperate for since she first played the track and helplessly responded to it. The addiction he'd stoked in her, irresistible because it was real, because she really did need him.
They lay there for a while, listening to the runout groove effect that represented the end of side one if they'd been listening on record. Niall gently disentangled her and went to turn off his mp3 player. "We'll save side two for after the gig, eh?" He sat on the bed, a little shy after the rawness of what they'd just been through.
Molly slowly came back to reality, but still felt fluttery and vulnerable. "Nee... have you been sending me subliminal messages?" she asked half-seriously.
He looked a bit embarrassed, "Would you mind if I had?"
She shook her head, genuinely fine with the prospect.
He grinned like a naughty little boy. "Then, it doesn't really matter does it?"
She gazed for a while at his newest release, she already had it at home of course, she pre-ordered anything by his band, knowing it would be a necessary purchase. The drawing on the front seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it. There was a naive yet archetypal air about it, perhaps it was something she'd seen him do in college, or just done in a similar style.
The songs seemed to be sending her a message too, but she wasn't sure what it was, maybe she'd catch him at the gig that night and ask him about it. At least it would be a topic of conversation to distract her from the gnawing ache of his presence.
"I've heard that's an OK album." His voice came from behind her. She closed her eyes for a moment before moving, overcome by the inevitable mix of emotions: shame at looking like a stalker, bursting joy at being able to talk to him.
Niall stood a little too close to her, forcing Molly to brush against him as she turned, but he didn't step away, just hovering inches away from pressing her into the racks.
"Yeah, it's not bad, handy for background music." She smiled the goofy, beautiful smile of someone talking to their teenage crush, their closest and yet most absent friend, their not quite ex, not quite fuckbuddy, not quite anything that would make sense.
He chuckled and played with her hair. She let him, accepting as always that her body was his playground. His aura was fading the shop into unreality, as if they were in a parallel universe and could happily make out without anyone around noticing.
"I wrote it for you, of course," he said in that light but serious tone that he used when he was dropping bombshells.
"Yeah? Do I get the royalties?" She was being cheeky on autopilot, but couldn't hide her confusion at his revelation.
"If you like," he said dreamily, still staring at her with massively dilated pupils. Was he on drugs? Why was he being so kind when he'd been cold and distant the last few times they'd met?
"God, Niall, what's got into you?"
He shrugged bashfully, and stroked her arm. "I dunno, just been missing you I guess..."
She shivered, still not understanding, but unable to pretend she didn't enjoy his touch. "Uh, well, shall we go for a coffee or something?"
Niall leant into her, put his mouth to her ear. "I'd rather we just went back to my hotel and fucked."
Molly snorted, but he seemed sincere enough, his cock, hard against her leg, didn't lie. "Oh, Nee, I've got to get ready for tonight and stuff..."
He frowned, "Bollocks to that, I don't care what you're wearing, and you're not bothered about what anyone else thinks." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Come on, quickly, that guy over there's looking like he wants to talk to me about amps or something..."
She giggled and followed him, young and carefree again, enjoying the easy banter they fell into as they walked the short distance, breezing through reception and up to his room.
He didn't leave her time to get awkward, immediately kissing her hungrily, then making her chase his lips once she needed it more than he did. She was panting and bright eyed by the time he pushed her onto the bed and put on the album they'd been discussing earlier.
Molly laughed, "Not sick of hearing the sound of your own voice yet?"
Niall flopped down next to her. "I want to watch you listen to it."
Something had shifted, now she was the one being stalked, but it was oddly safe, because it was him. They moved around until he was up against the headboard, and she was leaning back onto him. As he put his arms around her, Molly closed her eyes and drifted into the long, slow opening track.
She was pretty sure this one hinted at their first, yearning friendship as teenagers. It made her remember those significant glances through flickering firelight in the woods, across the art studio, even just as they listened to music in the bedroom without needing to talk. The blissful howl of knowing your feelings were shared, but not seeing how to move forward without breaking perfection.
Her eyes opened as she tilted her head to look up at him. They could have been back there, just before they went to different universities, that weekend that tore her apart. They'd done things before that, tentative experiments, the odd drunken fuck, but they'd agreed to spend the whole time her parents were away together, and naturally, their bodies had taken over.
Something wild had come out, something they'd both been ashamed of in the light of day, not really understanding what it meant. Afterwards, it seemed easier to hold onto the closeness without trying have a relationship based on that abyss. Unfortunately, once she knew it was possible to feel like that, nothing else had ever lived up to it.
Niall's face was a sweet mix of regret and longing. "I was such a fucking idiot."
Molly's chest was painful, but it felt good, like something that had been holding her back was breaking apart. She grinned and wriggled round to sit astride him. "I know, you always have been."
"Yeah, I should have just taken you with me in a box." He followed her jokey tone, but his eyes glinted with dark purpose.
She swallowed. Their irregular hook ups since that time had been fed by head games, they trusted each other to go to places they'd never dare with anyone else, and it was surely time to take a risk. "I wish you had, you could have kept me under your desk, fed me scraps and made me do anything you said when you let me out occasionally."
They were both getting aroused by the scenario, and with eerie timing the music became more insistent, a song that had reminded Molly of their most intense sessions, and the deep things she'd fantasised about but never done.
Niall slowly ran his hands up her thighs, "Mmm, but maybe that would have been too easy..."
Molly could feel his cock pressing into her, and was finding it difficult to follow what he was saying. "Easy?" she mumbled breathlessly.
His left hand slipped round to stroke her behind, while his right toyed with her clit. She always felt like a guitar when he played her like this. "Yeah, too obvious, much better to just trap you by being the only guy who understands you, the only one who can give you what you need..."
She whimpered a little as she felt something slide out of her grasp. Something he owned in her, that he could call to his service whenever he wanted to. His eyes were soft and caring, but his fingers manipulated her thoughts. She was utterly lost. "Niall... please..."
"Please what, Moll?"
She just gaped at him, mouth slack, unable to articulate the depths of her need.
He gave his kindly patronising look. "Please fuck you?"
She nodded desperately and he rolled her onto her side, pushed his trousers down a little, got a condom on, and slid inside her, all the while murmuring to keep her calm and responsive as if she was a nervous animal.
With her legs hooked around his, the weight of his body against her, she was captured and protected in delicious balance. The song was timed to the rhythm of his cock in her, she'd almost been able to feel it every time she'd listened, and now it was really there she had no defences left.
"You realise I'm keeping you now," he whispered into her open mind.
She nodded blurrily, no thought for the consequences, all she wanted was to do this forever.
He watched her carefully, gauging her reactions, "of course you might start to feel like you're just my little groupie slut to be used when I'm bored..."
The emotional pain made her whine and struggle, but he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her and pumping into her cunt until she stopped fighting.
"...but I'd help you get over your silly fears and insecurities..." his hand was tender now, stroking her face.
Molly could barely breathe, tears were starting to well up as she accepted his kindness, all the more potent because it was laced with cruelty.
"...remind you of what you're always known deep down..." he carried on with the soothing stream of words, "... that you're always safe with me, that we belong together..."
Her heart sang, Niall seemed to be glowing, everything was so fucking perfect she felt like she was dreaming.
"...it's always been you I write for, you're my muse, I put all of my power into these songs, and I know you belong to me more every time you listen..."
It should have been scary, weird, obsessive, but from his lips it sounded like the most romantic words anyone had ever said. She felt herself starting to build towards an orgasm and held onto him as if nothing else existed.
"...I know your patterns, how to guide you, take you where I want..." he slowed his thrusting, seeming to be waiting for something, Molly just hung there with him, not having the willpower to grind down. Soon, Niall started again, the deep fucking that would inevitably make her come, and she started to half remember something, didn't she always feel an echo of this when she got to this point in the album? Not as much of course, but... yes... there was that bit that went....
Her eyes rolled back and she came hard: the feeling she'd been desperate for since she first played the track and helplessly responded to it. The addiction he'd stoked in her, irresistible because it was real, because she really did need him.
They lay there for a while, listening to the runout groove effect that represented the end of side one if they'd been listening on record. Niall gently disentangled her and went to turn off his mp3 player. "We'll save side two for after the gig, eh?" He sat on the bed, a little shy after the rawness of what they'd just been through.
Molly slowly came back to reality, but still felt fluttery and vulnerable. "Nee... have you been sending me subliminal messages?" she asked half-seriously.
He looked a bit embarrassed, "Would you mind if I had?"
She shook her head, genuinely fine with the prospect.
He grinned like a naughty little boy. "Then, it doesn't really matter does it?"
Friday, 24 June 2011
The Machine
Her eyes were half open, she no longer knew which reality was true, her half remembered life or the machine. She hoped it was the machine.
Something seemed to have changed in its programming recently, or maybe it was her that was changing, she seemed to derive more pleasure from its attentions, there seemed to be a warmth in the coldness, affection in the cruelty.
In the altered haze of the drugs it pumped through her veins, the restraints around her ankles and wrists were both comforting and arousing, the network of metal and wires around the rest of her body making a nest that she felt oddly secure in. It had learnt to move with her, massaging her muscles when they were sore, sending soft pulses through her erogenous zones.
As the movements became more sensual, she accepted that it was time for what she had come to think of as a 'session' with the machine. It was always there of course, watching her, protecting her, but there were times when it was focused on her, and it felt like a lover's visit.
She whimpered as the shivering of the wires felt like gentle caresses all over her, it could tell what she liked most, and she imagined fingers stroking her neck, running up the inside of her arms to tickle the crook of her elbow, circles running around the base of her spine, her inner thighs.... soon it seemed to all melt together and the next phase started.
The band around her head read her desires and pumped images, emotions, sounds back into her head. Over the weeks (years?) new scenarios had crept in, the idea of being firmly bound and fucked by an unseen assailant was much higher on her list of fantasies than she remembered, as were being sleepy and defenceless, every move and thought being controlled and monitored, being brainwashed...
Through this haze of erotic imaginings, she could barely tell what the machine was actually doing to her, but there was definitely something being slid in and out of her dripping cunt, something perfectly shaped to stimulate and tease her clit and g-spot with every thrust, make her feel violated and pleasured at the same time. She held onto it with her mind as the one certainty in her life, she was being fucked by the machine, and she loved it, wanted it to go on forever.
Maybe it was going to just fuck her constantly now, without letting her come, endlessly delayed gratification, the promise of orgasm being dangled just out of reach, if she was a good girl, if she submitted more deeply, accepted it's control more absolutely, gave in completely.
She writhed and moaned, hearing a voice in her mind, it sounded like her own inner dialogue, but she was pretty sure it was the machine talking to her. "Sleep... relax... obey... aroused.... submissive... helpless.... " The thoughts spiralled around, she repeated them back, feeling more aroused with every word.
"What are you?" it whispered lovingly.
"I - I don't know..." she murmured hesitantly.
"Shh, yes you do, deep down, you know...."
"Uhhhh, a part... part of the machine?"
"Ahhh, good, that's my good little cog..."
The machine seemed to be stimulating her pleasure zones directly, she felt her arousal white out, overload her mind, as she was rewarded beyond her comprehension for knowing her place.
Something seemed to have changed in its programming recently, or maybe it was her that was changing, she seemed to derive more pleasure from its attentions, there seemed to be a warmth in the coldness, affection in the cruelty.
In the altered haze of the drugs it pumped through her veins, the restraints around her ankles and wrists were both comforting and arousing, the network of metal and wires around the rest of her body making a nest that she felt oddly secure in. It had learnt to move with her, massaging her muscles when they were sore, sending soft pulses through her erogenous zones.
As the movements became more sensual, she accepted that it was time for what she had come to think of as a 'session' with the machine. It was always there of course, watching her, protecting her, but there were times when it was focused on her, and it felt like a lover's visit.
She whimpered as the shivering of the wires felt like gentle caresses all over her, it could tell what she liked most, and she imagined fingers stroking her neck, running up the inside of her arms to tickle the crook of her elbow, circles running around the base of her spine, her inner thighs.... soon it seemed to all melt together and the next phase started.
The band around her head read her desires and pumped images, emotions, sounds back into her head. Over the weeks (years?) new scenarios had crept in, the idea of being firmly bound and fucked by an unseen assailant was much higher on her list of fantasies than she remembered, as were being sleepy and defenceless, every move and thought being controlled and monitored, being brainwashed...
Through this haze of erotic imaginings, she could barely tell what the machine was actually doing to her, but there was definitely something being slid in and out of her dripping cunt, something perfectly shaped to stimulate and tease her clit and g-spot with every thrust, make her feel violated and pleasured at the same time. She held onto it with her mind as the one certainty in her life, she was being fucked by the machine, and she loved it, wanted it to go on forever.
Maybe it was going to just fuck her constantly now, without letting her come, endlessly delayed gratification, the promise of orgasm being dangled just out of reach, if she was a good girl, if she submitted more deeply, accepted it's control more absolutely, gave in completely.
She writhed and moaned, hearing a voice in her mind, it sounded like her own inner dialogue, but she was pretty sure it was the machine talking to her. "Sleep... relax... obey... aroused.... submissive... helpless.... " The thoughts spiralled around, she repeated them back, feeling more aroused with every word.
"What are you?" it whispered lovingly.
"I - I don't know..." she murmured hesitantly.
"Shh, yes you do, deep down, you know...."
"Uhhhh, a part... part of the machine?"
"Ahhh, good, that's my good little cog..."
The machine seemed to be stimulating her pleasure zones directly, she felt her arousal white out, overload her mind, as she was rewarded beyond her comprehension for knowing her place.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Reform
Ally opened her eyes, woken by a pounding headache. She started to struggle in her restraints, and the guard leant to look at her through the window into the back of the van.
"Almost there, honey, just stay nice and quiet for me."
"Fuck off, prick!" spat the teen, she was no stranger to being held for her misdemeanours, but she'd never learnt to take it graciously.
The guard just smiled, as they turned into the driveway. Ally frowned, she wasn't really sure where she was being taken, the details of her arrest were fuzzy, they didn't seem to have been like the usual procedure, and she was a bit worried she was being dealt with more harshly than usual.
Still, she was defiant by the time they pulled her out of the van, struggling more for show than with any hope of escape, and trying to see the building as she did so. It was an old, forbidding edifice, something like a school or prison, but with a distinctly gothic edge. She shivered.
"New one for you!" called the guard cheerily and a uniformed custodian appeared. She was tall and pretty in a stern way, but Ally still couldn't place the institution.
"Where the fuck am I? I want a lawyer," she raged.
"Shut up, girl, you don't get that kind of thing any more," said the woman evenly, without allowing any possibility of argument. "You've been a bad girl one too many times, you're ours now."
"What? What do you mean?"
The woman didn't bother to answer her, just signalled to some more uniformed women, who looked strong and formidable compared to Ally's slight frame, but still attractive, as if their bodies were sculpted for maximum efficiency. They took an arm each and pulled her through a door, as the custodian followed.
The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and Ally felt tired suddenly, or was it something about the air in the room? The door was locked and they took off her restraints, their batons and fierce looks making it seem hopeless to try to break away.
"OK, strip," commanded the custodian.
"Get fucked!" Ally shouted, although with slightly less force than earlier.
The woman just smiled enigmatically and signalled the female guards to take her clothes by force. The teen sighed and waved them away, taking off her outer clothes, and with a bit more hesitation, her underwear.
"Good girl. Over here, now." There was a shower stall in the corner, open at the front, and the custodian started the water running. Ally started to reach for the shower gel, but the tall woman pushed her hands back down to her side. "Let me do it, you won't do it properly."
Slightly ashamed, Ally let herself be washed, her thoughts were sluggish, why was she letting this happen with such little resistance? The warm water was relaxing and her concerns seemed to be washed away down the drain with it. The soap smelled good, and the touch of the other woman was soothing and authoritative at the same time.
Slightly dazed, she realised she was having her pubic hair shaved, but couldn't seem to complain, in fact, it was oddly arousing to have the soft, smooth hands manipulate her cunt lips as they ensured she was clean and bare.
"W-why?" was all she could manage.
"Shh, just let me take care of things, you're starting a new life now," murmured the custodian, "time to let go of your old life, we're going to make you all fresh and new."
Ally felt peaceful and happy at the prospect, although she could hear a voice shouting that something was wrong deep in her head, it seemed muffled, it wasn't important to listen to it. It was much better to just let things happen.
She was towelled off and stood in front of a mirror. Ally gazed at her reflection, barely recognising it, mostly just because of the sleepy, open expression on her face. She looked younger, more fragile.
"This girl is resident 4927," the woman told her, "repeat."
"I am..."
The custodian slapped her bottom hard. "This girl..."
"This girl is resident 4927," the words slipped out without her volition.
"This girl will do as she's told."
"This girl will do as she's told."
"This girl wants to obey her superiors."
"This girl wants to obey her superiors."
"This girl longs to be a good girl."
"This girl longs to be a good girl."
The custodian smiled. "Well done, see how easy it is?"
Resident 4927 smiled and nodded, feeling a soft pulsing start in her clitoris.
A calm male voice spoke over the intercom. "Let her in to see me."
"Yes, sir," breathed the woman, fluttering her eyelids a little, before guiding the teen through the next door.
Resident 4927 wasn't embarrassed about being naked in front of the man behind the desk, although it did make her arousal build a little.
"Mmm, very nice. Can you speak, or are you too spaced out?"
"I... This girl can speak sir."
He smiled, pleased at her rapid progress, she must have had some serious submissive fantasies hidden behind her delinquency. The reform facility was his own personal brainchild, the government were a little uncertain of his methods at first, but he'd paid them off, and the results spoke for themselves. Many of the cabinet had discreet affairs with his good, compliant girls once they left, and they also made excellent sleeper agents.
The owner moved around to stand in front of her, ran his finger up and down her wet slit, and held her up as her legs buckled a little.
"Will you do as you're told?"
She nodded, eyes rolling back for a moment as he pushed his finger inside once.
"Will you obey your superiors?" The response was repeated.
"Will you be my good, little girl?"
"Oh, yes, sir, yes sir!"
He bent her over the table and fucked her slow and deep, savouring every moment. There was something precious about this first surrender that he enjoyed very much. In the morning the drugs would have worn off and it would be back to classic conditioning, but deep inside she'd always remember how simple and enjoyable it was to become a resident here.
"Almost there, honey, just stay nice and quiet for me."
Resident 4927 moaned in pleasure.
"Almost there, honey, just stay nice and quiet for me."
"Fuck off, prick!" spat the teen, she was no stranger to being held for her misdemeanours, but she'd never learnt to take it graciously.
The guard just smiled, as they turned into the driveway. Ally frowned, she wasn't really sure where she was being taken, the details of her arrest were fuzzy, they didn't seem to have been like the usual procedure, and she was a bit worried she was being dealt with more harshly than usual.
Still, she was defiant by the time they pulled her out of the van, struggling more for show than with any hope of escape, and trying to see the building as she did so. It was an old, forbidding edifice, something like a school or prison, but with a distinctly gothic edge. She shivered.
"New one for you!" called the guard cheerily and a uniformed custodian appeared. She was tall and pretty in a stern way, but Ally still couldn't place the institution.
"Where the fuck am I? I want a lawyer," she raged.
"Shut up, girl, you don't get that kind of thing any more," said the woman evenly, without allowing any possibility of argument. "You've been a bad girl one too many times, you're ours now."
"What? What do you mean?"
The woman didn't bother to answer her, just signalled to some more uniformed women, who looked strong and formidable compared to Ally's slight frame, but still attractive, as if their bodies were sculpted for maximum efficiency. They took an arm each and pulled her through a door, as the custodian followed.
The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and Ally felt tired suddenly, or was it something about the air in the room? The door was locked and they took off her restraints, their batons and fierce looks making it seem hopeless to try to break away.
"OK, strip," commanded the custodian.
"Get fucked!" Ally shouted, although with slightly less force than earlier.
The woman just smiled enigmatically and signalled the female guards to take her clothes by force. The teen sighed and waved them away, taking off her outer clothes, and with a bit more hesitation, her underwear.
"Good girl. Over here, now." There was a shower stall in the corner, open at the front, and the custodian started the water running. Ally started to reach for the shower gel, but the tall woman pushed her hands back down to her side. "Let me do it, you won't do it properly."
Slightly ashamed, Ally let herself be washed, her thoughts were sluggish, why was she letting this happen with such little resistance? The warm water was relaxing and her concerns seemed to be washed away down the drain with it. The soap smelled good, and the touch of the other woman was soothing and authoritative at the same time.
Slightly dazed, she realised she was having her pubic hair shaved, but couldn't seem to complain, in fact, it was oddly arousing to have the soft, smooth hands manipulate her cunt lips as they ensured she was clean and bare.
"W-why?" was all she could manage.
"Shh, just let me take care of things, you're starting a new life now," murmured the custodian, "time to let go of your old life, we're going to make you all fresh and new."
Ally felt peaceful and happy at the prospect, although she could hear a voice shouting that something was wrong deep in her head, it seemed muffled, it wasn't important to listen to it. It was much better to just let things happen.
She was towelled off and stood in front of a mirror. Ally gazed at her reflection, barely recognising it, mostly just because of the sleepy, open expression on her face. She looked younger, more fragile.
"This girl is resident 4927," the woman told her, "repeat."
"I am..."
The custodian slapped her bottom hard. "This girl..."
"This girl is resident 4927," the words slipped out without her volition.
"This girl will do as she's told."
"This girl will do as she's told."
"This girl wants to obey her superiors."
"This girl wants to obey her superiors."
"This girl longs to be a good girl."
"This girl longs to be a good girl."
The custodian smiled. "Well done, see how easy it is?"
Resident 4927 smiled and nodded, feeling a soft pulsing start in her clitoris.
A calm male voice spoke over the intercom. "Let her in to see me."
"Yes, sir," breathed the woman, fluttering her eyelids a little, before guiding the teen through the next door.
Resident 4927 wasn't embarrassed about being naked in front of the man behind the desk, although it did make her arousal build a little.
"Mmm, very nice. Can you speak, or are you too spaced out?"
"I... This girl can speak sir."
He smiled, pleased at her rapid progress, she must have had some serious submissive fantasies hidden behind her delinquency. The reform facility was his own personal brainchild, the government were a little uncertain of his methods at first, but he'd paid them off, and the results spoke for themselves. Many of the cabinet had discreet affairs with his good, compliant girls once they left, and they also made excellent sleeper agents.
The owner moved around to stand in front of her, ran his finger up and down her wet slit, and held her up as her legs buckled a little.
"Will you do as you're told?"
She nodded, eyes rolling back for a moment as he pushed his finger inside once.
"Will you obey your superiors?" The response was repeated.
"Will you be my good, little girl?"
"Oh, yes, sir, yes sir!"
He bent her over the table and fucked her slow and deep, savouring every moment. There was something precious about this first surrender that he enjoyed very much. In the morning the drugs would have worn off and it would be back to classic conditioning, but deep inside she'd always remember how simple and enjoyable it was to become a resident here.
"Almost there, honey, just stay nice and quiet for me."
Resident 4927 moaned in pleasure.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Here Kitty
She felt feral, raw, they were making out in an alley, behind the dustbins, and she felt like a wild and abandoned creature, finding a like minded soul to sing at the moon with. He was so fucking beautiful, angular and otherworldly, their sharp claws and pointed teeth had called out to each other invisibly, under the veneer of civilisation, and now the gloves were off.
He bit her neck gently, hand scratching lightly up and down her bare arms. He was toying with her like a cat with a mouse. It made her shiver and bare her teeth.
She started to claw at him too, but he pulled away suddenly and tapped her on the nose. "Bad kitty!"
She was confused, but felt a new kind of arousal flare up. It wasn't anything she could really get upset by, just a silly little joke, but she felt put down, told off, and she liked it more than she thought she would.
"There, that's better isn't it?" He stroked her under her chin and with every touch she seemed to feel more of her usual thoughts fade away, to be replaced by something instinctual, yet dainty and feminine. Her claws receded, she purred inside, subdued and happy.
He blinked slowly at her, and she felt herself copy him, feeling relaxed and safe as if it was time to curl up in front of the fire.
"Good kitty, such a pretty little kitty-cat, who wants a treat then?"
She nodded at him without really knowing what he was offering. She was his pet now, and trusted his plans for her.
He unzipped his flies and pushed on her shoulders. "Down, kitty, be nice and maybe you'll get some cream."
As she sucked his cock, the taste and feel made her head buzz like catnip, she felt a low vibration start in her throat and buzz through him. She hoped it would make him happy with her.
He bit her neck gently, hand scratching lightly up and down her bare arms. He was toying with her like a cat with a mouse. It made her shiver and bare her teeth.
She started to claw at him too, but he pulled away suddenly and tapped her on the nose. "Bad kitty!"
She was confused, but felt a new kind of arousal flare up. It wasn't anything she could really get upset by, just a silly little joke, but she felt put down, told off, and she liked it more than she thought she would.
"There, that's better isn't it?" He stroked her under her chin and with every touch she seemed to feel more of her usual thoughts fade away, to be replaced by something instinctual, yet dainty and feminine. Her claws receded, she purred inside, subdued and happy.
He blinked slowly at her, and she felt herself copy him, feeling relaxed and safe as if it was time to curl up in front of the fire.
"Good kitty, such a pretty little kitty-cat, who wants a treat then?"
She nodded at him without really knowing what he was offering. She was his pet now, and trusted his plans for her.
He unzipped his flies and pushed on her shoulders. "Down, kitty, be nice and maybe you'll get some cream."
As she sucked his cock, the taste and feel made her head buzz like catnip, she felt a low vibration start in her throat and buzz through him. She hoped it would make him happy with her.
Friday, 27 May 2011
The Sea
The night had been a blur, I was caught between trying to impress his friends, and laughing inside at how crazy this all was. As if anyone was going to believe I fitted in here, even scrubbed up, in a nice frock and with hair done perfectly by a disapproving hairdresser, there was still something of the gutter about me. Something that wanted to stuff my pockets with food from the buffet to eat later on the bus.
Still, I'd held my own, my wit helping me out of my lack of knowledge about business matters and society gossip. Some of his friends had even tried flirting with me, although I just put them down with a sharp comeback and a snooty look. He paid me enough attention to be protective, but not enough to make me feel entirely comfortable. There was still an edge of fear, despite all his protestations of gallantry, I didn't really know him.
Once we were alone, all my worries resurfaced. I instantly felt awkward, ashamed, not knowing what to do with myself. He saw and smiled, as much enjoying my discomfort as to reassure me.
"Oh, don't be frightened, just you and me now."
"Yeah, that's the problem."
He came towards me, put an arm around my back, pushed my hair off my face. My body moulded to his automatically, as my instincts took over. I looked up into his face, my eyes big. It was out of my hands now, this was his territory and I just had to follow his lead.
"Shh, it's OK, just look in my eyes and you'll see that you can trust me," I did as he asked, falling into them, so beautiful, flecked and green, just like.... "They're like the sea, aren't they? You remember the sea don't you?"
It was as if he'd seen my thoughts, or perhaps... put them there... I remembered the sea (when had we been by the sea?). Laying down, warm in the sun, dozing while he described the waves, their slow, endless motion, something so soothing, so easy to just accept, always there, endless...
I felt dazed, as if I was floating, the familiar feeling creeping over me too rapidly to resist. Oh god, I was helpless to do anything as he kissed me hard, moved me where he wanted me, not even needing to keep up any patter as my keen awareness of our relative positions did all the work for him.
He was in charge.
I wasn't.
"Remember the sea..." he whispered from time to time, when I looked as if my thoughts were resurfacing and I went back down into the soft depths, his tongue, the waves, his hands, the irresistible currents. Each time my arousal washed through me I sank deeper under his control, lost a little more ability to resist, more open, more vulnerable, until I knew I was completely in his thrall and shuddered with release.
His eyes glinted. "Good girl, now, remember the whirlpool."
Everything went black.
Still, I'd held my own, my wit helping me out of my lack of knowledge about business matters and society gossip. Some of his friends had even tried flirting with me, although I just put them down with a sharp comeback and a snooty look. He paid me enough attention to be protective, but not enough to make me feel entirely comfortable. There was still an edge of fear, despite all his protestations of gallantry, I didn't really know him.
Once we were alone, all my worries resurfaced. I instantly felt awkward, ashamed, not knowing what to do with myself. He saw and smiled, as much enjoying my discomfort as to reassure me.
"Oh, don't be frightened, just you and me now."
"Yeah, that's the problem."
He came towards me, put an arm around my back, pushed my hair off my face. My body moulded to his automatically, as my instincts took over. I looked up into his face, my eyes big. It was out of my hands now, this was his territory and I just had to follow his lead.
"Shh, it's OK, just look in my eyes and you'll see that you can trust me," I did as he asked, falling into them, so beautiful, flecked and green, just like.... "They're like the sea, aren't they? You remember the sea don't you?"
It was as if he'd seen my thoughts, or perhaps... put them there... I remembered the sea (when had we been by the sea?). Laying down, warm in the sun, dozing while he described the waves, their slow, endless motion, something so soothing, so easy to just accept, always there, endless...
I felt dazed, as if I was floating, the familiar feeling creeping over me too rapidly to resist. Oh god, I was helpless to do anything as he kissed me hard, moved me where he wanted me, not even needing to keep up any patter as my keen awareness of our relative positions did all the work for him.
He was in charge.
I wasn't.
"Remember the sea..." he whispered from time to time, when I looked as if my thoughts were resurfacing and I went back down into the soft depths, his tongue, the waves, his hands, the irresistible currents. Each time my arousal washed through me I sank deeper under his control, lost a little more ability to resist, more open, more vulnerable, until I knew I was completely in his thrall and shuddered with release.
His eyes glinted. "Good girl, now, remember the whirlpool."
Everything went black.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Choice
My arrival seems a world ago, my nervous formality as I knelt and handed you the crop you'd told me to bring. You coldly accepted the offering, placing it on the table without a word, leaving it untouched as you methodically stripped layer after layer of my clothing and defences. Soon I was naked and trembling, no longer a witty, sharp talking professional, but a vulnerable and aroused sub, confused by your games, lost, only able to cope with following commands.
It's dark outside now, we've been here for hours, the warmth of the day has turned to evening chill, and you drew the thick curtains sometime when I was blind. Your eyes hold me as you wrap the rope around my wrists behind me. I'd keep them in place from just a word, but I enjoy the sensuality of the cord on my skin, a little rough, a little smooth, as perfectly balanced as everything between us.
You pull up the loose end, making slow pain bloom in my shoulders. I bite my lip, breathe hard. The pain is a gift to me, my suffering a gift to you. You sense the point of my tolerance, hold my arms there, curling your lips, as I try to smile back bravely. Then too suddenly for me to know what's happening you strain my arms up a notch, beyond what I can bear and I scream out from a place deep within me.
Your hand muffles me abruptly, "No," you tell me, and I try to cope with the fire. "OK, better." You efficiently position me across a padded stool, I focus on the cool velvet against my belly as you bind me to the legs, my breasts hang loose over the edge, blood starts to rush to my head. You pinch my nipples hard when you're done, more out of affection than sadism, like a pat on the head to a dog.
I hear you move to the table. It's time. I clench unconsciously. Although the thought of being disciplined turns me on, the hard reality is something I shrink from, but it's too late. I'm helplessly splayed, arse thrust out as if it needs to be struck, like a plant reaching for sunlight.
Your hand strokes my smooth behind, no evidence that this won't be the first time. You've been kind in the past, I fear I passed your tests too well and you're going to take me to the next stage. The first few thwacks fool me, I think it's going to be bearable, then the messages get from my nerves to my mind and I start to scream out wordlessly in anguish.
My protests just make you hit harder, more precisely, until at last some sense of self preservation makes me beg you to stop, I'm crying without shame, big gulps of air, eyes streaming.
"Shh, it's OK," you wipe away my tears with a soft handkerchief, your hand on the back of my neck reassuringly. "I'll give you a choice. You can go home now, I'll clean you up, get you a taxi, and phone you tomorrow to see how you are."
I sniff pathetically, "O-or?"
"Or you can stay, and make me proud of you."
I take some deep breaths. There's no choice really. "I'll stay, please."
"Good girl." I can hear something in your voice that makes it all worthwhile. Something like awe. I vow to take whatever you give me.
Once I've decided that, the pain can't touch me, I just float on the endorphins, every stroke stoking my desire, until my body is just pure sensation. You keep going again and again, in the same place. I whine softly at the purity, at the intensity, until I realise you've stopped. I hold my breath. Is it over? Then, with full force the crop snaps one final time and I feel something break. It's an ecstatic moment, as if I've touched the infinite. I'm coming hard, but I barely notice. I know before you hold your hand in front of my eyes that you've drawn blood. I lean down and kiss your hand, the metallic taste making my tongue tingle.
Your head rests against mine, for a moment we stay like that, calm and at peace, then you move your head away and I feel your pointed tongue run along the welt. I gasp at this new sting, and as I'm reeling I realise you're fucking me, our sweat mingling and rubbing into the soreness. I'll be marked from this. You've claimed me. There's no going back. I grind my behind into you, relishing the ache, not being able to distinguish between it and the growing pleasure. You're pumping hard and deep, but as you're nearly there you pull out, making me come with your hand while your spunk lands molten and burning in the stripes on my behind.
I shudder into your hand, blissfully happy at the holy union of my blood, your spunk and my come.
It's dark outside now, we've been here for hours, the warmth of the day has turned to evening chill, and you drew the thick curtains sometime when I was blind. Your eyes hold me as you wrap the rope around my wrists behind me. I'd keep them in place from just a word, but I enjoy the sensuality of the cord on my skin, a little rough, a little smooth, as perfectly balanced as everything between us.
You pull up the loose end, making slow pain bloom in my shoulders. I bite my lip, breathe hard. The pain is a gift to me, my suffering a gift to you. You sense the point of my tolerance, hold my arms there, curling your lips, as I try to smile back bravely. Then too suddenly for me to know what's happening you strain my arms up a notch, beyond what I can bear and I scream out from a place deep within me.
Your hand muffles me abruptly, "No," you tell me, and I try to cope with the fire. "OK, better." You efficiently position me across a padded stool, I focus on the cool velvet against my belly as you bind me to the legs, my breasts hang loose over the edge, blood starts to rush to my head. You pinch my nipples hard when you're done, more out of affection than sadism, like a pat on the head to a dog.
I hear you move to the table. It's time. I clench unconsciously. Although the thought of being disciplined turns me on, the hard reality is something I shrink from, but it's too late. I'm helplessly splayed, arse thrust out as if it needs to be struck, like a plant reaching for sunlight.
Your hand strokes my smooth behind, no evidence that this won't be the first time. You've been kind in the past, I fear I passed your tests too well and you're going to take me to the next stage. The first few thwacks fool me, I think it's going to be bearable, then the messages get from my nerves to my mind and I start to scream out wordlessly in anguish.
My protests just make you hit harder, more precisely, until at last some sense of self preservation makes me beg you to stop, I'm crying without shame, big gulps of air, eyes streaming.
"Shh, it's OK," you wipe away my tears with a soft handkerchief, your hand on the back of my neck reassuringly. "I'll give you a choice. You can go home now, I'll clean you up, get you a taxi, and phone you tomorrow to see how you are."
I sniff pathetically, "O-or?"
"Or you can stay, and make me proud of you."
I take some deep breaths. There's no choice really. "I'll stay, please."
"Good girl." I can hear something in your voice that makes it all worthwhile. Something like awe. I vow to take whatever you give me.
Once I've decided that, the pain can't touch me, I just float on the endorphins, every stroke stoking my desire, until my body is just pure sensation. You keep going again and again, in the same place. I whine softly at the purity, at the intensity, until I realise you've stopped. I hold my breath. Is it over? Then, with full force the crop snaps one final time and I feel something break. It's an ecstatic moment, as if I've touched the infinite. I'm coming hard, but I barely notice. I know before you hold your hand in front of my eyes that you've drawn blood. I lean down and kiss your hand, the metallic taste making my tongue tingle.
Your head rests against mine, for a moment we stay like that, calm and at peace, then you move your head away and I feel your pointed tongue run along the welt. I gasp at this new sting, and as I'm reeling I realise you're fucking me, our sweat mingling and rubbing into the soreness. I'll be marked from this. You've claimed me. There's no going back. I grind my behind into you, relishing the ache, not being able to distinguish between it and the growing pleasure. You're pumping hard and deep, but as you're nearly there you pull out, making me come with your hand while your spunk lands molten and burning in the stripes on my behind.
I shudder into your hand, blissfully happy at the holy union of my blood, your spunk and my come.
Friday, 8 April 2011
The Beast
Again she woke up sweating and sticky between her legs from a dream that was fading away. The images she could catch didn't seem to fit with the intense arousal she was left with, it should have been horrific, a nightmare, something about a huge scaly beast, a long tongue invading her, dark wings suffocating her...
She showered and left the house, trying to put it out of her mind, although the specifics could be pushed down, the fuzzy horniness wasn't so easy to dismiss. It was still colouring her thoughts while she was serving coffee at work, everyone was a little better looking, a little more appealing.
It might have been this that made her eyes linger on one customer, or just that he seemed a little different anyway, somehow studious, calm, authoritative. They shared a little smile, but she quickly put him out of her mind to get on with her work, and would have forgotten all about him, if he hadn't called to her as she was clearing cups.
"Miss? Excuse me?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"This might sound a bit strange, but have you been having bad dreams?"
Her blood froze, "W-why do you ask that?"
He looked concerned, and placed a hand on her arm. "Please, don't be frightened, Miss, I can sometimes.... see things... I felt some kind of force around you, I've seen things like that before."
She sat down heavily. "What do you mean?"
He looked at her steadily. "I think you might be suffering from some kind of demon attack."
She snorted, but his words chimed somewhere inside her. "Come on now..."
The man got up to leave, "Well, believe what you like, but here's my card, if you ever need any help."
It was classy but plain, made no mention of his profession. She turned it over then put it in her pocket. "Well, thank you... and have a nice day!"
That night the dreams were worse, the beast had an impossible, enormous cock, rubbing between her breasts, into her throat, sliding between her legs, thrusting deeper than anything else could reach...
She was too horny to think straight when she opened her eyes, still almost half asleep, without knowing she was doing it, her hand was pressing the buttons to call the strange man from the cafe.
"Help me...."
He seemed to know who it was without being told. "Come to the church on the corner, opposite where you work."
She felt a little bit strange about what she was doing as she rushed there, but it was a public place, and a sanctuary, it must be safe enough. When she arrived, the stillness of the place struck her with a quiet force, she felt calmer, and tried to catch her breath as she sat in a pew at the front. She'd seen there wasn't anyone else in there yet, and as she waited, she started to drift a little, as if she'd never quite left her dream state.
Snatches of ideas, feelings and imagery seemed to snake in and out of her head, on her knees before a beautiful, powerful being, feeling aroused, helpless, weak before his otherworldly strength...
She whimpered a little and squirmed in her seat. It seemed wrong to be turned on in church, not that she was religious, but in her current state the whiff of blasphemy only made it seem hotter. Unconsciously, her legs spread a little wider, as if something invisible had slipped between them, she could almost imagine a soft, warm tongue lapping her cunt. It didn't feel quite human, but it was just a fantasy wasn't it, and it felt so amazing...
"Very good, my child, you're doing very well..."
She started at the voice behind her, but was too far gone to be able to bring herself back to reality.
"Shhh, it's OK, I'm here to help you, just as you asked." He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to knead her tense muscles. "Just relax, give in, let your lust control you..."
The sensations were so real, but her half lidded eyes confirmed there was still nothing there. She stopped trying to understand how the tongue could be circling her clit, pressing her G-spot and invading her anus at the same time. She stopped trying to resist the pleasure. She stopped trying to think.
The hands slipped under her arms, and massaged her breasts. "That's right, the trick is to just not worry about it, it's too late now, you're already lost, it's hopeless, just revel in it, enjoy your depravity..." He kept up a stream of reassuring degradation in her ears as he pinched her nipples lazily.
"Please..." she moaned, not sure what she was asking for, or who she was asking.
He bit her ear gently, then whispered something in a language she didn't recognise into her ear. Suddenly the pleasure doubled, tripled, she started making gutteral sounds, that could have been in the same language for all she knew. She felt as if her soul was being fucked, something dark but sweet filling it, making her feel strangely complete, somehow purified. This didn't feel like being consumed by evil, this felt like... redemption?
"Do you accept my offer, child?" He asked softly, kindly.
"Yesssss!" The orgasm felt like drowning, felt like being reborn.
When she came round, he was standing in front of her. She knelt on the mat and he put his hand on her head. "Are you ready to serve, child?"
She nodded dumbly and opened her mouth.
She showered and left the house, trying to put it out of her mind, although the specifics could be pushed down, the fuzzy horniness wasn't so easy to dismiss. It was still colouring her thoughts while she was serving coffee at work, everyone was a little better looking, a little more appealing.
It might have been this that made her eyes linger on one customer, or just that he seemed a little different anyway, somehow studious, calm, authoritative. They shared a little smile, but she quickly put him out of her mind to get on with her work, and would have forgotten all about him, if he hadn't called to her as she was clearing cups.
"Miss? Excuse me?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"This might sound a bit strange, but have you been having bad dreams?"
Her blood froze, "W-why do you ask that?"
He looked concerned, and placed a hand on her arm. "Please, don't be frightened, Miss, I can sometimes.... see things... I felt some kind of force around you, I've seen things like that before."
She sat down heavily. "What do you mean?"
He looked at her steadily. "I think you might be suffering from some kind of demon attack."
She snorted, but his words chimed somewhere inside her. "Come on now..."
The man got up to leave, "Well, believe what you like, but here's my card, if you ever need any help."
It was classy but plain, made no mention of his profession. She turned it over then put it in her pocket. "Well, thank you... and have a nice day!"
That night the dreams were worse, the beast had an impossible, enormous cock, rubbing between her breasts, into her throat, sliding between her legs, thrusting deeper than anything else could reach...
She was too horny to think straight when she opened her eyes, still almost half asleep, without knowing she was doing it, her hand was pressing the buttons to call the strange man from the cafe.
"Help me...."
He seemed to know who it was without being told. "Come to the church on the corner, opposite where you work."
She felt a little bit strange about what she was doing as she rushed there, but it was a public place, and a sanctuary, it must be safe enough. When she arrived, the stillness of the place struck her with a quiet force, she felt calmer, and tried to catch her breath as she sat in a pew at the front. She'd seen there wasn't anyone else in there yet, and as she waited, she started to drift a little, as if she'd never quite left her dream state.
Snatches of ideas, feelings and imagery seemed to snake in and out of her head, on her knees before a beautiful, powerful being, feeling aroused, helpless, weak before his otherworldly strength...
She whimpered a little and squirmed in her seat. It seemed wrong to be turned on in church, not that she was religious, but in her current state the whiff of blasphemy only made it seem hotter. Unconsciously, her legs spread a little wider, as if something invisible had slipped between them, she could almost imagine a soft, warm tongue lapping her cunt. It didn't feel quite human, but it was just a fantasy wasn't it, and it felt so amazing...
"Very good, my child, you're doing very well..."
She started at the voice behind her, but was too far gone to be able to bring herself back to reality.
"Shhh, it's OK, I'm here to help you, just as you asked." He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to knead her tense muscles. "Just relax, give in, let your lust control you..."
The sensations were so real, but her half lidded eyes confirmed there was still nothing there. She stopped trying to understand how the tongue could be circling her clit, pressing her G-spot and invading her anus at the same time. She stopped trying to resist the pleasure. She stopped trying to think.
The hands slipped under her arms, and massaged her breasts. "That's right, the trick is to just not worry about it, it's too late now, you're already lost, it's hopeless, just revel in it, enjoy your depravity..." He kept up a stream of reassuring degradation in her ears as he pinched her nipples lazily.
"Please..." she moaned, not sure what she was asking for, or who she was asking.
He bit her ear gently, then whispered something in a language she didn't recognise into her ear. Suddenly the pleasure doubled, tripled, she started making gutteral sounds, that could have been in the same language for all she knew. She felt as if her soul was being fucked, something dark but sweet filling it, making her feel strangely complete, somehow purified. This didn't feel like being consumed by evil, this felt like... redemption?
"Do you accept my offer, child?" He asked softly, kindly.
"Yesssss!" The orgasm felt like drowning, felt like being reborn.
When she came round, he was standing in front of her. She knelt on the mat and he put his hand on her head. "Are you ready to serve, child?"
She nodded dumbly and opened her mouth.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Time for a change
"I think it's time for a change," he said softly.
She didn't like the tone in his voice. "S-sir? What do you mean? Have I displeased you?"
He stroked her hair, "of course not, my pet, you're such a good girl, you always do what I require of you."
She relaxed a little, but was still wary, "what kind of change did you mean then?"
"I think you might benefit from a little... break."
"A holiday? With you, you mean?" Alarm bells were definitely ringing now.
"Shhh, don't worry, pet, you know you can trust me, now just relax, let go for me, sleep..."
----
Yeah! What a great night she was having, why hadn't she been to this club for so long? Her legs were wobbly from dancing, and she part wriggled, part pushed her way to the bar, giving the boy she shoved aside an eyeful of cleavage to soften the deal.
Grasping her bottle, she threw herself down on some cushions where she could still do some people watching as she recovered.
"Oh, hi! You again," said a voice slightly above her. She tried to focus on where it was coming from, the guy seemed familiar, but she couldn't place him. He chuckled, seeing her confusion, but enjoying the upper hand. "We were just dancing together earlier, we were singing along to a few tracks, remember?"
"Sure! You got good taste!" She'd thought he was cute, and he looked even better from this angle, although it was a little awkward craning her neck. Would it be too forward to ask him to budge up? There didn't seem to be enough room though, everyone else on the seats were crammed in tight. Instead, he slid off the end and onto the cushions with her. He was still a little above her, taller and sitting more upright, but it meant she could just slouch back again, while still being able to look at him.
"You here with friends?" He asked, not the most exciting start, but she couldn't have come up with much better.
"Naah, there's always people I know here, but I didn't come with anyone," she grinned mischievously, "why? Are you going to kidnap me?"
He looked calmly at her with a strange smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Her blood ran cold and her cunt flared hot. "I should have known, anyone who knows all the words to the songs I like must be a psychopath," she retorted bravely, not wanting to show how much he'd got to her.
He pushed some stray hair from her sweaty forehead. "No... I'm not a psychopath... sociopath, perhaps..."
"Oh, you must say that to all the girls..."
"No, just the ones that get turned on by it."
She couldn't really deny it, her breathing was shallow and the feel of his jeans against her bare leg was making her tingle. How was this happening? It was like they were already lovers, as if her body knew something she didn't. "My god, you're full of it, aren't you?" She gasped, but they both knew she was lost.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he leaned closer to her and his voice changed somehow, "and if you look in my eyes you'll see where it all comes from."
It didn't make any sense, her mind whirled helplessly trying to work out what he meant, but while it was occupied, she was falling, helplessly seeking for something that made sense.
"There you go, almost there, just a little further, just keep going, deeper, it's in there, don't worry, just keep looking, you'll get there, relax, so close, so easy, feeling so good, so safe, so comfortable, you're nearly there, just let go for me, it's fine, just let go..."
----
She didn't need to remember how she got here, it wasn't important, he'd led, she'd followed, everything was as it should be.
"Kneel," everything was as it should be, "suck," everything was as it should be, "fuck yourself," everything was as it should be "come" oh god, everything was exactly as it should be...
----
Lying in bed, sleepy and cuddling, she smiled at how she'd never have gone along with it if she hadn't subconsciously known what was happening, but that it had felt good, hotter, not knowing that she could trust him, but falling anyway. "Thanks, it was a nice change," she told him as she drifted.
"I'm glad, pet, and really, it doesn't matter if you've been under my control for years, and just thought you were free for an evening, or if you were free until tonight, and now remember years of servitude, does it?"
She tried to follow the words, but it was just too difficult, she was just too tired, so much easier to just agree. "No, sir, it doesn't matter at all..."
"Good pet, sleep now..."
She didn't like the tone in his voice. "S-sir? What do you mean? Have I displeased you?"
He stroked her hair, "of course not, my pet, you're such a good girl, you always do what I require of you."
She relaxed a little, but was still wary, "what kind of change did you mean then?"
"I think you might benefit from a little... break."
"A holiday? With you, you mean?" Alarm bells were definitely ringing now.
"Shhh, don't worry, pet, you know you can trust me, now just relax, let go for me, sleep..."
----
Yeah! What a great night she was having, why hadn't she been to this club for so long? Her legs were wobbly from dancing, and she part wriggled, part pushed her way to the bar, giving the boy she shoved aside an eyeful of cleavage to soften the deal.
Grasping her bottle, she threw herself down on some cushions where she could still do some people watching as she recovered.
"Oh, hi! You again," said a voice slightly above her. She tried to focus on where it was coming from, the guy seemed familiar, but she couldn't place him. He chuckled, seeing her confusion, but enjoying the upper hand. "We were just dancing together earlier, we were singing along to a few tracks, remember?"
"Sure! You got good taste!" She'd thought he was cute, and he looked even better from this angle, although it was a little awkward craning her neck. Would it be too forward to ask him to budge up? There didn't seem to be enough room though, everyone else on the seats were crammed in tight. Instead, he slid off the end and onto the cushions with her. He was still a little above her, taller and sitting more upright, but it meant she could just slouch back again, while still being able to look at him.
"You here with friends?" He asked, not the most exciting start, but she couldn't have come up with much better.
"Naah, there's always people I know here, but I didn't come with anyone," she grinned mischievously, "why? Are you going to kidnap me?"
He looked calmly at her with a strange smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Her blood ran cold and her cunt flared hot. "I should have known, anyone who knows all the words to the songs I like must be a psychopath," she retorted bravely, not wanting to show how much he'd got to her.
He pushed some stray hair from her sweaty forehead. "No... I'm not a psychopath... sociopath, perhaps..."
"Oh, you must say that to all the girls..."
"No, just the ones that get turned on by it."
She couldn't really deny it, her breathing was shallow and the feel of his jeans against her bare leg was making her tingle. How was this happening? It was like they were already lovers, as if her body knew something she didn't. "My god, you're full of it, aren't you?" She gasped, but they both knew she was lost.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he leaned closer to her and his voice changed somehow, "and if you look in my eyes you'll see where it all comes from."
It didn't make any sense, her mind whirled helplessly trying to work out what he meant, but while it was occupied, she was falling, helplessly seeking for something that made sense.
"There you go, almost there, just a little further, just keep going, deeper, it's in there, don't worry, just keep looking, you'll get there, relax, so close, so easy, feeling so good, so safe, so comfortable, you're nearly there, just let go for me, it's fine, just let go..."
----
She didn't need to remember how she got here, it wasn't important, he'd led, she'd followed, everything was as it should be.
"Kneel," everything was as it should be, "suck," everything was as it should be, "fuck yourself," everything was as it should be "come" oh god, everything was exactly as it should be...
----
Lying in bed, sleepy and cuddling, she smiled at how she'd never have gone along with it if she hadn't subconsciously known what was happening, but that it had felt good, hotter, not knowing that she could trust him, but falling anyway. "Thanks, it was a nice change," she told him as she drifted.
"I'm glad, pet, and really, it doesn't matter if you've been under my control for years, and just thought you were free for an evening, or if you were free until tonight, and now remember years of servitude, does it?"
She tried to follow the words, but it was just too difficult, she was just too tired, so much easier to just agree. "No, sir, it doesn't matter at all..."
"Good pet, sleep now..."
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Take Care Of Me
"I'm sooo sleepy, let me go beddy byes..." She bit her lip, wanting to unsay the words. She hadn't meant to use babytalk with him, although it always seemed to happen in relationships eventually, from both sides, he was too cool and cynical, he was going to tear her to pieces for it, wasn't he?
Instead he stroked the back of her neck, pulled her into his chest, "Aw, of course, sleepy girl, time for night night." His tone of voice was soothing, caring, and she fell bonelessly against him. He pulled her up gently, and supported her into bed. As he drew the covers around her, she looked in wonder through lidded eyes. Was he really going to look after her? Was she really going to let him?
Somehow they fell into a rhythm, he seemed to know when was the right time to let her be independent, when to discipline her brattyness, when to put her completely under his control, and when to let her feel small and protected.
Then sometimes, he was the tired one, he was the one needing the blanket pulled around him, his head resting on her warm breasts while she soothed him into sleepy safety. As never before, she felt right doing it, and she realised there was something powerful between them, a trust that went beyond their roles.
She held onto this when she was naked, gagged and bound, when he held the sharpest of knives to her throat, when he asked, "what are you going to do when the man you trust to protect you is the one you need saving from?"
Instead he stroked the back of her neck, pulled her into his chest, "Aw, of course, sleepy girl, time for night night." His tone of voice was soothing, caring, and she fell bonelessly against him. He pulled her up gently, and supported her into bed. As he drew the covers around her, she looked in wonder through lidded eyes. Was he really going to look after her? Was she really going to let him?
Somehow they fell into a rhythm, he seemed to know when was the right time to let her be independent, when to discipline her brattyness, when to put her completely under his control, and when to let her feel small and protected.
Then sometimes, he was the tired one, he was the one needing the blanket pulled around him, his head resting on her warm breasts while she soothed him into sleepy safety. As never before, she felt right doing it, and she realised there was something powerful between them, a trust that went beyond their roles.
She held onto this when she was naked, gagged and bound, when he held the sharpest of knives to her throat, when he asked, "what are you going to do when the man you trust to protect you is the one you need saving from?"
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Under His Thumb
The lights were dimmed, a group of friends were watching a film at Chris' house, Polly was feeling sleepy and had curled up on the sofa next to him. She was using the darkness as a bit of an excuse to snuggle towards him, hoping she could blame her semi-consciousness if he pulled away. The others were joking about some gory scene, Chris joined in, but Polly felt his hand casually rest on her head and tried to keep breathing normally. Time started to move strangely, she could hear the conversation, the film dialogue, but it seemed very far away and her whole attention narrowed to the slight weight of his touch as he stroked her hair. She felt like his pet, an object of affection but no great importance.
The others were getting drunk, arguing jovially about something, and they wouldn't have noticed as his hand moved over her face, tracing the shape of her eyes, nose, and finally her lips. His fingers gently held her jaw as his thumb brushed her mouth, achingly slow and soft. Polly parted her lips helplessly, desperate for him to continue, slightly embarrassed by how much she wanted this. His thumb slid inside, she tried to lick it erotically, suggestively, but he pulled it out, annoyed, and tapped her mouth firmly in chastisement.
After a few moments, Chris slipped into her again, and she fell into the rhythm he set, letting her tongue follow his lead. It was a little like a kiss, but of course with all the associations of thumb-sucking, she started to feel safe, peaceful, protected. The movement slowed, Chris caught Polly's eye and nodded upwards. She assumed he wanted her to go upstairs and left the room in a daze.
She hesitated on the landing, then found his room and stood in the dark, not knowing what to do with herself. After what seemed like too long, the door opened, Chris turned on the light and chuckled as he saw her awkwardly lurking there. Neither of them spoke, and eventually he moved towards her, returning his thumb to her mouth. As he stared hungrily into her eyes she felt her thoughts dissolving, her submission growing.
Chris pulled her waistband out and slid his other hand into her knickers, echoing the pace and movements from above. There seemed to be an energy growing and pulling right through her. She felt as if he was rubbing her away, and the more she disappeared, the more aroused she got. Just as it seemed too much to bear, he gave one last, firm press on her clitoris and she lost herself completely.
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