she gave the orders. “kneel on the foot of the mattress and face away from me. leave your ankles and feet hanging off the edge.”
she untied my shoes and took them off, pulled off my socks, and scratched her nails across the bottom of my feet. my toes squeezed tightly and she sweetly pat me.
she got on her knees in front of me with a wide smile and a naughty look in her eyes. i got incredibly excited wondering what she had in store for tonight. she delicately unbuttoned my shirt and tugged out my shirt tails, pushed my collar to my shoulders and slid my shirt off my back, leaving my t-shirt on. as she did this, she leaned close enough for me to feel her breasts slide down my chest. my shirt fell behind me and she kissed me through my t-shirt on my belly.
she was being so tender, it was a warning that this would be a night for endurance. she moved behind me again and squeezed my shoulders. she slowly moved her grip down my arms to my wrists pulling them together. gripping me with one hand, her other brought leather restraints out from under the bed and laid them in front of me to see but also laid a black bag there filled with things i could only imagine.
two sets of arm restraints - one thick and wide and one more narrow with a large hook connecting them. she grabbed the narrow ones and bound me above my elbows so that my shoulders were pulled back and i kneeled at attention. next she bound my wrists.
she opened the bag a little, pulled out a black scarf and smiled at me. she draped it over my shoulder and reached back into her bag.
"now, how will i get this t-shirt off of you with your arms strapped behind you?" she pulled out small shiny scissors and yanked my collar away from my neck. she cut all the way down, ripping the bottom seam. then she cut the arms. she made me watch this. she knows how i love my soft t-shirts. and now she sweetly and happily destroyed one of my favorites. but i’m smiling back at her and ready for more challenges.
the scarf came up around my eyes; she cinched it tightly behind my head. i heard a rattle and knew she’d dumped the contents of her bag out in front of me on the bed.
she started with the palms of her hands on my back just rubbing vigorously, preparing me for what was coming. then i felt the tails of her little whip creeping up my spine. i’d seen this little cat-of-nine tails in her closet but hadn’t felt it before. now it is stinging me on my upper back and sides. she’s avoiding my arms, but the tendrils reach over my shoulders sometimes and the sting is intense. she pauses and her palms rub me soothingly again. i feel her lips on my neck for a split second before she changes her mind and decides not to kiss me yet.
she backs away, thinking, then smacks my ass through my jeans, a tease. she jerks my belt and jeans undone and tugs them down to my knees but pulls my boxers back up. she smacks me again, smacking each cheek, harder and harder. she pulls down my boxers and smacks my bare ass sharply, then pets me gently.
now the whip is stinging my ass and streaking my skin with thin red lines. she moves a hand between my legs to see how wet i am and i groan and move my ass towards her begging for more of this. she stops. she continues whipping me. when i think i can’t take more, she tosses the whip onto the floor.
i hear her lay down on the bed in front of me. “i’m on my back. i’m taking off everything. i’m going to fuck myself right here in front of you while you listen.”
now i struggled. i was desperate to see her. i felt a real pain inside me as i calmed myself back down. my whole body listened now.
i listened to her undress. i heard her body settle onto the mattress and her knees draw up. ‘i’m staring at you,’ she said. ‘i love the curve of your shoulders and your narrow waist. your breasts look like they’re waiting for me.’ yes, i was waiting for her. i was aching for her.
i could hear her hands moving on her body. she was warming her skin and shifting her body on the bed. i heard her open the lube and squirt it out. the sound and thought of it jolted me and she laughed seeing me shiver. ‘it’s too bad you can’t even touch yourself,’ she said.
every sound was intensely magnified. the cock sliding in and out of her melted me. i could tell her back was arched, her hips circling. I could hear how she must be gripping the cock. i wondered how big it was. did it curve nicely for her?
her leg reached long and her foot pushed hard against my thigh. her pleasure came through in the way her foot pressed into me and i matched her force to steady her. i imagined seeing her splayed out in front of me fucking herself, staring at my body. my stomach tightened at the thought of it bending me forward slightly. at that moment she came. i heard her calling my name under her breath. and she repeated ‘yes’ over and over again. her foot softened but stayed resting on my thigh.
i heard her moving on the bed. she was getting close to me, up on her knees. i could tell her face was right in front of mine. she brushed her nipples against me and i felt a light sweat on her skin. then her fingers touched my lips and slid in and out of my mouth. i could taste her. i sucked on her fingers, my tongue moving under them. my teeth grazing her knuckles lightly. she moved a hand to the small of my back and held me like this for a long time, eventually letting her fingers rest in my mouth while i continued to lick her.
her mouth came to mine, with her fingers still there. she kissed the side of my mouth and then replaced her fingers with her tongue. her tongue was warm and strong in my mouth. her hands grabbed my head and pulled me so hard against her that i could feel her teeth. her whole body pressed against me and i wanted to be unbound so i could squeeze her tightly to me.
she disappeared for a moment and then returned to shove a cock between my legs. her mouth came back to mine. there was a powerful need in her kiss that almost frightened me.
one hand held the large clip between my elbows to steady me and the other pushed the cock inside me. my position was awkward, but she knew that. i felt teased by it. i was burning.
she unhooked my elbows and tugged my wrists turning me around. she unclipped my wrists and pushed me down onto the bed on my back then pulled my wrists over my head and clipped them onto something. my wrists were now far apart and i was bound to the bed.
she grabbed one leg and pushed it to the side. she was on top of me now with a strap on. she lifted me up on something and pushed into me. with one hand on my clit, her other hand reached up and pulled on my nipple.
i wanted to watch her fuck me. i wanted to see her with that cock going into me. i wanted my hands free to reach around to her ass and pull at her. all of my wanting made me explode so quickly with an intense orgasm that made me scream. she laughed hard at that.
untying my blindfold she kissed me and laughed again telling me i will need to be more quiet next time. she kept my wrists bound and curled up next to me, a leg and arm thrown over me.
i longed to hold her, but she knew that. i turned my head and kissed her. ‘thank you,’ i said.
if i could be with you now, oh, what i would do. i would not care what time it is and where you were supposed to be ten minutes ago. i would shut the door behind me and lock it.
i would stand behind you and grab your wrists and press your hands palms down onto the desk. i would tell you to keep them put. you would know that i mean it.
i would lift your shirt just a little and lick your spine. my tongue would be stiff, not soft. you would keep your hands put.
i would move slowly up your back and unhook your bra. i would nibble the crease in your skin from it. and sink my teeth harder into your shoulder blades. then lick you where my teeth left marks.
i would tell you to take your shirt and bra off and then put your palms back on the desk. i would bite the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder and feel the weight of your breasts in my hands. i would hold you like this.
i would press my hips against your ass and grab your hip bones to pull you hard against me. i would slide one hand down between your legs and grab you, hold you, rub you. tell you to keep your hands put.
i would undo your belt and pants. i would slide them to the floor. i would strip you completely. you would hear me taking off my shirt. i would lay it on the desk in front of you. you would hear my belt buckle rattle. you would hear my jeans hit the floor. you would feel my warm skin against your back. you would keep your hands put.
you would feel my foot against yours and my knee behind your knee. my hands at your hips. my fingers spread wide. my mouth on the back of your neck. my tongue flicking the soft hairs on your skin. you would feel my hips against you. my hand moving now between your legs. keep your hands put.
look down at your body and see me holding it. see my hand slowly finding you and an ancient rhythm between us. my fingers are wet with you. i am wet from the intensity of this moment. but i won’t let you turn around. not yet.
hear me drop down on my knees behind you. i tilt my face up and my whole mouth is on you, everywhere. you lift a hand to your mouth, but i grunt and you quickly remember to put it back on the desk.
i grab your ankle and grip it tightly. i squeeze my hand slowly, jerkingly up your leg. at your knee, i move my hand to your inner thigh and creep up higher. i lick my fingers to get them wet. i rub them on you to get them wetter. i push two fingers inside you and immediately add a third. but you are hungry and wanting more. most of my hand is in you now. my tongue on your clit. you are rocking against me, moaning in an almost wounded way. i am also moaning.
fucking you only makes me want you more. even as you shake with pleasure, in that moment, i want you all over again. now.
somehow we moved into the present. did you feel it ?
tell me what you like - what turns you on. i would love to try to write something tailored to your desires. ask anon or not. no promises, but you cannot win unless you play… i will do my best to give you what you want.
i want to be fucked. now. i don’t care - butch or femme. i like it all.
let it be femme tonight. i’ll call you my sweet doll and you will wear my strap-on.
i like a femme who knows how to get me on all fours. who bends over me as she fucks me and lets the weight of her breasts rub against my shoulder blades.
tonight i need you to hurt me a little. push my hair aside and suck on my neck. bruise me so i can see the shape of your mouth on me later. let the hot wax drip on my skin. watch the redness come. touch it with the tips of your fingers. brush your lips against each small painful bit of flesh.
tonight you need to hurt me and be forgiven. you need to make it up to me in the pleasure that you promise. slide my belt under my hips and pull me onto you. you are in control. you are out of your element tonight. enjoy it.
do you remember that party? you dared me to wear my tux with nothing under it. no shirt. my belly was freezing so we ran through the city laughing. i mostly managed to hold my jacket closed, but tails don’t have buttons.
you were so oddly femme that night in a short skirt, silk top and heels. it was the eye shadow and mascara that threw me the most. you looked like a stranger. you wanted to change everything.
when we got out onto the dance floor i think we both realized with a shock what we were doing. what the fuck were we thinking? people stared and i could see your excitement in it.
you slowed everything down. smiling and ducking your head towards me. you started with my ears, then my neck. your hands slid under my jacket.
i knew you weren’t in love with me anymore but it didn’t matter. we put on a show. we enjoyed each other that night.
you were the one who found an unlocked closet. i tried to press you up against the door but you fought me and won. my face was smashed against a wall. I felt myself getting covered in dust. I could taste something gritty and bitter in my mouth.
your hands pulled my coat off my shoulders, pinning my elbows. you unbuttoned my suspenders and slid my pants down only slightly. you were whispering in my ear but the music outside was so loud i never understood a word.
you fucked me in a way that you never had before that night. you were angry. you were turned on. i loved all of it.
after i came, i turned to you and slid my hand up your skirt but you shoved me away. you opened the door. i scrambled to get what clothes i had back on.
back in the hall we both realized i was covered in the spew of a fire extinguisher. my clothes were a mess. My hands and half my face, my breasts were coated with a fine, yellowish dust.
we decided to stay and dance. you had branded me and i enjoyed it. i didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. you had me on your leash and that’s what mattered.
she is saying something. i think it’s a story about a friend of hers. i try to listen but keep getting lost staring at the hem of her skirt. it sits just below her knees.
i am lost in her shins, her calves, her ankles. now her wrists and her fingers as her hands smooth her skirt and tug at the hem. has she caught me staring?
i blush. I blush too easily. it annoys me. now i have to meet her eyes and scramble to catch up to her story. but it’s too late. i laugh. i tell her she distracts me. ‘you distract me,’ i say, laughing. she smiles. we are quiet.
i don’t know what possessed me, but i fall down on my knees in front of her. i lift my hands and hold them an inch above the fabric of her skirt. i look up at her. she looks shocked. i am also shocked, here on my knees before her.
i shift her skirt up half an inch. my lips kiss the flesh being revealed. slowly, in these tiny movements, i slide the hem of her skirt further and further up her thighs. kissing her skin along the way. my lips parted, my tongue soft, greeting every inch of exposed leg. sometimes scraping my teeth lightly across her.
she hasn’t moved. she hasn’t said a word. with her skirt at her waist, i pull her towards me. my mouth finds her.
at first my tongue teases her through the thin fabric. i wait until it’s soaked before pushing it aside and fully tasting her. filling my mouth with her. exploring every fold.
i don’t want this to end. i don’t want her to climax too soon. but everything is on fire.
my hands; my nails scratch at her ass and her thighs. her hands are in my hair. she is pulling me into her. i lift her slightly and she leans back. it will all explode soon. she cries out. she pushes against my shoulders. but i stay. i am determined to stay right here.
i saw her right away. the cut of her pants and her crisp shirt turned me on. I like a butch girl with a strong style. her hair was slicked back perfectly and freshly shaved at the nape of her neck. everything in its place, including her noticeable bulge.
i was also packing tonight. a stiff but bendable cock tucked as well as I could manage against the side of my leg. my breasts bound tightly under my button down and my jeans bagging low. i’m short, but i wore boots to gain a few inches. my hair was a mess and there was nothing i could do but throw on a ball cap.
here i was, all decked out thinking i was looking for a pretty femme to talk sweet with and i found myself looking over this hot butch instead. i tend to go with my gut, so i shoved in at the bar next to her and ordered a bourbon. i kept my cap pulled low over my eyes and stared at her hands. she was fingering her glass. twirling it slow on the wet bar top with a finger sliding around the lip of her drink. she was waiting.
i always drink too quickly. I ordered again and checked myself to slow it down. i turned around and leaned my back against the bar, looking out at the crowd and then down at her legs. she caught me looking and shoved me in the ribs with her elbow, laughing. i kept my head hung and shrugged. took another sip of my drink and then i laughed too. nothing was said.
she looked at me slowly, considering. then she walked away. I followed. she went out back and looked over her shoulder at me. i started to panic. i don’t do this. i don’t know who this is. i’m a little drunk. but i keep walking. i realize that she’s not going to a car. she must live near here.
she left the front door cracked and i locked it behind me. i followed her up the hallway stairs to her apartment. at the door, i shoved myself up against her ass and she fumbled a little with her keys.
inside her place, everything was immediate. i was suddenly in control. she stood with her back to me. i reached around and tugged at her belt. i grabbed her cock and started to jerk her off. adjusting my own strap-on, i rubbed it against the small of her back at first then bent my knees slightly reaching down to her ass.
'faggot', she whispered. i grabbed the back of her neck hard. 'we're both fucking faggots,' i said, and added, 'touch yourself.'
i kept my hand on the cock, pumping it against her. my own cock was sliding in between her legs. i grabbed at her pants and asked her to go find some lube and followed her into the bedroom.
she leaned over the bed. i tugged down her pants. and i fucked her. one hand still on the back of her neck, the other around her waist and on her cock. her hand on her clit. moving together. she started to shake. she moaned. her head swung down onto her chest and she was done.
i kissed the back of her neck and saw that my fingers had left a mark. i wiped myself off, buttoned up my jeans, and walked out of the room. i could taste her sweat on my lips. i left and heard the door lock with a click behind me as i headed down the hallway stairs.
my head felt clear. i walked in the night air. i felt good.
she holds my wrists above my head and watches as her lover eyes me. we are all agreed about this, but naturally some of us are more cautious than others. i am the object although it’s not a role i’m used to playing.
i see the aggression in her lover’s eyes. it frightens me a little but also quickens my arousal. i feel fully flushed as this begins.
the lover throws a leg over me and sits on my thighs, grinning. she slaps my chest hard and all the air rushes out of my lungs. this surprises me. i wasn’t expecting to start this way. but i take it.
her cock is resting so, so lightly against my clit. but her attention is all on my skin and drawing the blood to it with her precise, articulated blows.
i look up at my captor and see some concern. i smile and am punished for it with a slap on the mouth. i learn the rules as we go.
the lover spreads my legs and slips something under my ass. she wants to be able to thrust deeply and is patiently positioning me as she prefers.
i long for my captor to bend down and kiss me but she is still and not meeting my eyes. i see the quick pulse throbbing in a vein in her neck and sense her pleasure.
now her lover is inside me. pounding into me with more force than i find pleasurable. i wince but this is what i expect. it will break soon and become tender as our fears melt away.
a signal passes between them and the fucking slows. my wrists are held more tightly and i am pulled up to my knees, her lover moves beneath and grabs my hips. fingers digging into the flesh around my hip bones.
my arms are pulled behind me and i’m positioned onto the cock again. i am being allowed some pleasure?
my wrists are being tied now. my captor is freeing up her hands. her fingers are in my hair, pulling my head far back, now grabbing my jaw, now stroking my neck. one hand moves to my right breast and pulls on my nipple. one hand crawls down my belly and finds my clit.
i am wet and riding her lover hard and now her fingertips are burning me. i am off balance with my hands tied; she has to hold me and help me thrust. we are in this together. i feel her sweat against my back as her hips can’t help but rock against my ass. she is craving what i feel inside me. my hands want to find her but can’t reach.
she puts her mouth on my neck and i feel her teeth. i imagine her ripping into my flesh and the thought sends a startling chill down my spine. but her teeth are gentle and only nibbling.
'you can hurt me', i think. but here we are. and i will trust you.
when i put my arm around your waist and pull you into me. when i kiss you on the mouth, first softly and then hard with intent. i let my knees buckle so slightly and drop my weight onto my thighs, lowering my center of gravity.
i feel it. i feel it burn in my belly. i feel it blush on my face and neck. i feel it swell between my legs. it is warm and sweet and burns like a good whiskey glowing down my throat.
and i want more. i want it to last. i want you to want me. i want you to be unable to resist. as i am bound to it.
i cannot release this on my own.
put your hand here. and let me breath. undo. undone.
all of this. when i put my arm around your waist. and pull you into me.
she is asleep and i am awake. the fan is blasting air in this hotel room so how can she sleep? because she is exhausted. because we are both exhausted. but of course, I am awake and she is asleep. it always happens.
i enjoy this. she seems to wake for a moment. almost looks at me sometimes and then disappears again and is quiet and still. sleep is so vulnerable. I can stare and she is so open. she trusts me to sleep here next to me.