Monday, November 5, 2012
Note (25 Words)
Fuck? read the note I handed you. After tea, bitch, you wrote back. I read your reply and smiled. The tea would not be first.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Strip.
I want you to make me strip for you.
Sitting on the bed as I stand in the middle of your bedroom, I want to quail under your impassive gaze and the menacing undertone of your calm one word command: "Strip." I want to feel your eyes on me as a slowly remove every last piece of clothing and stand before you in nothing but my high heeled shoes, naked and exposed, on display for you.
I want you make me stand there until I am uncomfortable with the silence before you tell me to get on my knees. This is when you stand up and walk over to me, circling around slowly to get the view from every angle before stopping in front of me and ordering me to get your cock out and suck you. I am dying to fell your hands in my hair. You never touch me at all.
You make me stop and stand up, make me undress you, still without touching me. Then you make me walk over to the bed. All our toys are over there. You make me put the ball gag in, and then the butt plug, and then you make me handcuff my hands behind my back, all while you stand across the room watching me. You tell me to get on my knees on the bed facing away from you, face in the mattress, ass in the air. Make me stay like that for a while, perfectly still, waiting there in the total silence to make it clear that none of this is for me and I am only here for your pleasure.
Only then do you condescend to come over and fuck me.
You fuck me hard and then come all over my ass and back. When you are finished you remind me not to move, and then ignore me while you get dressed, go the the kitchen to make some tea (for you not me), sit down and read a book.
Much later you come back to me. Standing beside the bed you pull my head up by my hair and take the ball gag out and fuck my mouth just as hard as you fucked my pussy earlier, holding my head up by my hair and making me choke on you, with tears running down my face. I want you to make me look up at you the whole time, until you come all over my face and chest making the front of me match the back.
Sitting on the bed as I stand in the middle of your bedroom, I want to quail under your impassive gaze and the menacing undertone of your calm one word command: "Strip." I want to feel your eyes on me as a slowly remove every last piece of clothing and stand before you in nothing but my high heeled shoes, naked and exposed, on display for you.
I want you make me stand there until I am uncomfortable with the silence before you tell me to get on my knees. This is when you stand up and walk over to me, circling around slowly to get the view from every angle before stopping in front of me and ordering me to get your cock out and suck you. I am dying to fell your hands in my hair. You never touch me at all.
You make me stop and stand up, make me undress you, still without touching me. Then you make me walk over to the bed. All our toys are over there. You make me put the ball gag in, and then the butt plug, and then you make me handcuff my hands behind my back, all while you stand across the room watching me. You tell me to get on my knees on the bed facing away from you, face in the mattress, ass in the air. Make me stay like that for a while, perfectly still, waiting there in the total silence to make it clear that none of this is for me and I am only here for your pleasure.
Only then do you condescend to come over and fuck me.
You fuck me hard and then come all over my ass and back. When you are finished you remind me not to move, and then ignore me while you get dressed, go the the kitchen to make some tea (for you not me), sit down and read a book.
Much later you come back to me. Standing beside the bed you pull my head up by my hair and take the ball gag out and fuck my mouth just as hard as you fucked my pussy earlier, holding my head up by my hair and making me choke on you, with tears running down my face. I want you to make me look up at you the whole time, until you come all over my face and chest making the front of me match the back.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Unpacking
"Yes, I got in ok. The flight wasn't too bad." I had phoned my roommate to let him know I'd safely arrived at my hotel. I was sat on the floor unpacking, while my lover sat on the bed waiting for me to get off the phone.
"Hahaha, did she?" My roommate was telling me a story about the cat. Or something. I was only listening enough to give the right responses. I'd emptied my suitcase of everything but the toys I'd brought. I was now carrying on a conversation while throwing them all on the bed one by one.
"Uh huh. So who is playing tonight again?" A purple butt plug. A bullet vibrator. A ball gag.
"Oh really? He's not starting, is he injured?" A glass dildo. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs. A bottle of lube.
"That should be good. Is anyone else going?" My roommate had moved on telling me about a concert the next day (probably), while my lover had begun to watch intently while an arsenal of play things continued to rain down around him on the bed - a coil of rope, a straight jacket, a collar and lead, vibrating anal beads, cuffs for over the door, more rope, a massive flesh-colored dildo, various high heel shoes and stocking and garter belts and skin tight dresses that wouldn't quite cover my ass when I put them on.
"Me? Oh I'm supposed to meet some friends for dinner in a few minutes and then we'll probably go out to the bar. Ok great, I'll call you in a couple of days then."
I put the phone down and smiled up at my lover still sitting on the bed, surrounded by every sex toy I owned that I was able to fit in my suitcase. There would be no dinner with friends tonight. If we were going to exhaust all of our options we would have to get started right away.
"Hahaha, did she?" My roommate was telling me a story about the cat. Or something. I was only listening enough to give the right responses. I'd emptied my suitcase of everything but the toys I'd brought. I was now carrying on a conversation while throwing them all on the bed one by one.
"Uh huh. So who is playing tonight again?" A purple butt plug. A bullet vibrator. A ball gag.
"Oh really? He's not starting, is he injured?" A glass dildo. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs. A bottle of lube.
"That should be good. Is anyone else going?" My roommate had moved on telling me about a concert the next day (probably), while my lover had begun to watch intently while an arsenal of play things continued to rain down around him on the bed - a coil of rope, a straight jacket, a collar and lead, vibrating anal beads, cuffs for over the door, more rope, a massive flesh-colored dildo, various high heel shoes and stocking and garter belts and skin tight dresses that wouldn't quite cover my ass when I put them on.
"Me? Oh I'm supposed to meet some friends for dinner in a few minutes and then we'll probably go out to the bar. Ok great, I'll call you in a couple of days then."
I put the phone down and smiled up at my lover still sitting on the bed, surrounded by every sex toy I owned that I was able to fit in my suitcase. There would be no dinner with friends tonight. If we were going to exhaust all of our options we would have to get started right away.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Quiet
I was talking too much. I always talk too much when I'm nervous. And there are few things more nerve racking than being helpless with your arms cuffed to the door over your head, with your back to the room and a man standing behind you who you can't see, especially when you have no idea what it is he has planned. So I was nervous and I was talking too much, and repeatedly being told to shut my whore mouth didn't seem to be having any effect. What alternative did he have but to go and get the ball gag?
It wasn't needed for very long. The spanking I endured left my throat raw from screaming into the ball gag and my body so weak and exhausted that I crumbled to my knees as soon as the cuffs came off my wrists. I didn't say a word. I couldn't, what with the cock deep in my throat as he savagely fucked my mouth as soon as the gag was out.
It wasn't needed for very long. The spanking I endured left my throat raw from screaming into the ball gag and my body so weak and exhausted that I crumbled to my knees as soon as the cuffs came off my wrists. I didn't say a word. I couldn't, what with the cock deep in my throat as he savagely fucked my mouth as soon as the gag was out.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Office
I have been a very very bad blogger this year, so it has been decided that I will be making up for it by participating in NaBloPoMo. And so today begins an entire month of a new dirty story every day. Today's story is called "Office", and in its original form, came with photographic illustrations that were actually taken in my office. Those images will remain in the possession of the man for whom the story was written, but the words I can share.
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She shifted uncomfortably in her desk chair. He knew what this would do to me, she thought. He knew it would be the first thing I saw when I got to the office. She bit her lip and read his email again. She'd been reading it over and over again for the last 20 minutes. The graphic story he'd written for her that morning made her face flush from the brutality and left her entirely incapable of doing any sort of work. She closed the email and tried to concentrate, but it was hopeless, and after listening to the same voicemail message for the fourth time without comprehending any of the words, she gave up and reached for her purse to retrieve the tiny bullet vibrator she carried with her everywhere.
She hunched down in her chair, spreading her legs apart under the desk as far as her black pencil skirt would allow and pulled the lacy pink underwear to one side. She pressed the tiny vibrator against her clit. It was whisper quiet and her office door was shut, but even so, she kept glancing furtively at the glass window hoping nobody would come by. She didn't need to reopen the email to remember it, she'd read it so many times by then. The words has transformed in her head into a series of images that made her heart pound. Pressing the vibrator against her ever harder, she slid two fingers inside her pussy and imagined what it would be like if his email were real, how it would feel to be tied to a table face down, helpless, hearing voices behind her but not being able to see, not knowing who or even how many people were fucking her, hearing his voice close to her ear telling her that her body belonged to him and he could give her pussy away to anyone he chose.
She came hard, biting the inside or her cheek to keep from screaming and getting caught. She took a moment to catch her breath and pull herself together. When her legs finally stopped shaking, she stood up to go open the door and slipped the bullet back into her purse. Now I should be able to get some work done, she thought.
At lunchtime there was a knock on her door. "Did you like they story?" he asked, coming in and closing the door behind him.
She leaped up from her chair to wrap her arms around him and kiss him."What are you doing here?" she asked him. "You didn't tell me you were coming!"
"I wanted to surprise you."
She smiled up at him. "It worked. And I loved the story, thank you my darling. Actually it was very distracting."
"Was it?" he asked playfully, turning away from her to sit in her desk chair.
She sat on the edge of the desk. "I couldn't concentrate," she said blushing. "I had to...take care of it."
"Show me."
"Now?" she asked, looking alarmed.
"There's nobody here, they must have all gone to lunch. Now show me."
Nervously, she leaned back a bit on the desk. She had to unzip the zippered side slit on her skirt in order for her to open her legs wide enough for him to see. She began slowly sliding her fingers in an out of her soaking wet pussy, watching him as he watched her.
"Enough," he said after a while. "Turn round and bend over the desk." She did as she was told, hiking her skirt up so he could see her ass. He reached up and pulled her lace knickers slowly down her legs. "Spread your legs apart," he said, and so she did. He sat for a moment, lightly stroking her ass and looking her over. "Hmm," he mused, "almost right." He stood up and reached for her hands, pulling them behind her back and tying them with rope that seemed to come from nowhere. "There. That is much better." He returned to gently stroking her, then suddenly brought one hand down sharply to smack her hard on the ass.
"Don't!" she cried. "Someone will hear!"
"You're right," he decided. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us. Stand up straight." He tugged the rope to help her to stand up and she turned to face him. In his hand was a pink ball gag. He smiled, enjoying the shocked look on her face. "Open," he commanded. He pushed the pink ball into her mouth and fastened the gag in back of her head. He looked her up and down a moment, thinking, and then reached out to unbutton her very sheer pink blouse and push it down off her shoulders. He pushed the pink straps of her bra down her shoulders as well, far enough to expose her breasts and then pinched her nipples cruelly. Her yelp was muffled by the ball gag.
He took her by the shoulders to turn her round and pushed her back down over the desk. She felt her nipples stiffen against the cold of the desk top and heard him undoing his trousers. He kicked her legs further apart and then sank his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, with his hands resting on her hips, but soon he was slamming into her hard. She could feel his fingers digging into her hip on one side. His other hand had hold of the rope and he was pulling her back against him with every thrust. She could feel his stomach brushing against her finger tips.She thought he was going to come, but then he stopped and slid his cock out of her. He came round to the side of the desk and reached down to fasten her collar around her neck, then attached the lead to it and used it to pull her up to standing. He untied her hands from behind her back and sat her in the guest chair opposite her desk. He knelt on the floor and used the rope to tie her wrists the the arms of the chair and then pushed her knees apart with his hands. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he leaned forward for a few exploratory licks at her dripping cunt. She moaned and wiggled in her seat trying to push herself closer to his mouth.
He pulled away and then reached behind him and held up her purple egg shaped vibrator for her to see, before pushing it inside her and and turning it on high. He could hear her muffled squealing as she squirmed around trying to escape the intensity of the sensation. He stood over her, his cock just inches from her face. She looked up at him in desperation. "What? Did you want something?" he asked. She moaned in despair. "You want my cock in your mouth is that it?" She nodded, begging him with her eyes. He unfastened the ball gag and let it fall to the floor. He slid his cock into her mouth and held her head still with both hands while he fucked her throat. Just as he started to com he pulled away, shooting his load all over her face, her chest, her shirt.
He pulled his jeans back up before untying her wrists. as he turned to leave, he said, "You might want to hide all this stuff and clean up a bit before someone sees you."
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She shifted uncomfortably in her desk chair. He knew what this would do to me, she thought. He knew it would be the first thing I saw when I got to the office. She bit her lip and read his email again. She'd been reading it over and over again for the last 20 minutes. The graphic story he'd written for her that morning made her face flush from the brutality and left her entirely incapable of doing any sort of work. She closed the email and tried to concentrate, but it was hopeless, and after listening to the same voicemail message for the fourth time without comprehending any of the words, she gave up and reached for her purse to retrieve the tiny bullet vibrator she carried with her everywhere.
She hunched down in her chair, spreading her legs apart under the desk as far as her black pencil skirt would allow and pulled the lacy pink underwear to one side. She pressed the tiny vibrator against her clit. It was whisper quiet and her office door was shut, but even so, she kept glancing furtively at the glass window hoping nobody would come by. She didn't need to reopen the email to remember it, she'd read it so many times by then. The words has transformed in her head into a series of images that made her heart pound. Pressing the vibrator against her ever harder, she slid two fingers inside her pussy and imagined what it would be like if his email were real, how it would feel to be tied to a table face down, helpless, hearing voices behind her but not being able to see, not knowing who or even how many people were fucking her, hearing his voice close to her ear telling her that her body belonged to him and he could give her pussy away to anyone he chose.
She came hard, biting the inside or her cheek to keep from screaming and getting caught. She took a moment to catch her breath and pull herself together. When her legs finally stopped shaking, she stood up to go open the door and slipped the bullet back into her purse. Now I should be able to get some work done, she thought.
At lunchtime there was a knock on her door. "Did you like they story?" he asked, coming in and closing the door behind him.
She leaped up from her chair to wrap her arms around him and kiss him."What are you doing here?" she asked him. "You didn't tell me you were coming!"
"I wanted to surprise you."
She smiled up at him. "It worked. And I loved the story, thank you my darling. Actually it was very distracting."
"Was it?" he asked playfully, turning away from her to sit in her desk chair.
She sat on the edge of the desk. "I couldn't concentrate," she said blushing. "I had to...take care of it."
"Show me."
"Now?" she asked, looking alarmed.
"There's nobody here, they must have all gone to lunch. Now show me."
Nervously, she leaned back a bit on the desk. She had to unzip the zippered side slit on her skirt in order for her to open her legs wide enough for him to see. She began slowly sliding her fingers in an out of her soaking wet pussy, watching him as he watched her.
"Enough," he said after a while. "Turn round and bend over the desk." She did as she was told, hiking her skirt up so he could see her ass. He reached up and pulled her lace knickers slowly down her legs. "Spread your legs apart," he said, and so she did. He sat for a moment, lightly stroking her ass and looking her over. "Hmm," he mused, "almost right." He stood up and reached for her hands, pulling them behind her back and tying them with rope that seemed to come from nowhere. "There. That is much better." He returned to gently stroking her, then suddenly brought one hand down sharply to smack her hard on the ass.
"Don't!" she cried. "Someone will hear!"
"You're right," he decided. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us. Stand up straight." He tugged the rope to help her to stand up and she turned to face him. In his hand was a pink ball gag. He smiled, enjoying the shocked look on her face. "Open," he commanded. He pushed the pink ball into her mouth and fastened the gag in back of her head. He looked her up and down a moment, thinking, and then reached out to unbutton her very sheer pink blouse and push it down off her shoulders. He pushed the pink straps of her bra down her shoulders as well, far enough to expose her breasts and then pinched her nipples cruelly. Her yelp was muffled by the ball gag.
He took her by the shoulders to turn her round and pushed her back down over the desk. She felt her nipples stiffen against the cold of the desk top and heard him undoing his trousers. He kicked her legs further apart and then sank his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, with his hands resting on her hips, but soon he was slamming into her hard. She could feel his fingers digging into her hip on one side. His other hand had hold of the rope and he was pulling her back against him with every thrust. She could feel his stomach brushing against her finger tips.She thought he was going to come, but then he stopped and slid his cock out of her. He came round to the side of the desk and reached down to fasten her collar around her neck, then attached the lead to it and used it to pull her up to standing. He untied her hands from behind her back and sat her in the guest chair opposite her desk. He knelt on the floor and used the rope to tie her wrists the the arms of the chair and then pushed her knees apart with his hands. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he leaned forward for a few exploratory licks at her dripping cunt. She moaned and wiggled in her seat trying to push herself closer to his mouth.
He pulled away and then reached behind him and held up her purple egg shaped vibrator for her to see, before pushing it inside her and and turning it on high. He could hear her muffled squealing as she squirmed around trying to escape the intensity of the sensation. He stood over her, his cock just inches from her face. She looked up at him in desperation. "What? Did you want something?" he asked. She moaned in despair. "You want my cock in your mouth is that it?" She nodded, begging him with her eyes. He unfastened the ball gag and let it fall to the floor. He slid his cock into her mouth and held her head still with both hands while he fucked her throat. Just as he started to com he pulled away, shooting his load all over her face, her chest, her shirt.
He pulled his jeans back up before untying her wrists. as he turned to leave, he said, "You might want to hide all this stuff and clean up a bit before someone sees you."
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