Later That Night...

So later that night, after almost everyone had left the dungeon, he took me by the hand and led me into the dungeon proper. He led me up to the stage area and undressed me. His hands and teeth teased and nipped at my body as he exposed it. I was panting with desire when he led me to the cd player, told me to put some music on and left the room.

I put the cd in the player and awaited his return. I heard him, then felt him step behind me. He knelt behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me against him and reaching around with his free hand to grasp the nipple on my right breast. As he pinched and flicked that nipple, he pushed my hair aside and bit down hard on my neck. The moan which fled my lips was loud and filled with desire.

He pulled me backwards and lay me down on the stage. His hands roamed my body, stopping to pinch or caress as he familiarized himself with my curves. He pressed my knees so I would part them, then put his hand over my pussy, pressing down while slipping a finger into the folds. My back arched almost painfully as with one hand he played with my clit and with the other he flicked my left nipple until it throbbed.

He teased and tormented my body for what felt like hours. I know that at one point the last person in the building besides us came into the dungeon briefly.

He lay down on me, pressing my body into the carpet. I felt his hands circle my neck. He kissed me deeply, driving his tongue into my mouth. He continued to kiss me while increasing the pressure on my throat. I lay gasping beneath his weight, loving the surrender...knowing he could easily take my life but chose to only control me this way.

He turned me to my stomach and pulled me up to my knees. I felt his cock, still covered by his clothing, hard and insistent against my body. He shifted to remove his pants and I felt the heat of his body as his cock probed my body and found my cunt open, wet and waiting for him. He wasted no time but slammed his full length into me, battering my cervix and thrusting my whole body forward. He slammed into me again and again as I gasped for breath and screamed with the combination of pain and pleasure his thrusting caused.

He leaned back, pulling me with him and leaving his cock buried in my cunt. He lay back and thrust harder and hard into my body as I fought for my balance both physically and emotionally. He never once let go of me, nor did he ever let me forget he was in control.

Finally, he slipped out of my body and pulled my head into his crotch. I licked and sucked his balls until he finally allowed me to suck his cock. It filled my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue of the head of his cock and continued to bob my head up and down, letting it slip into my throat on the downstroke and nearly out of my mouth on the upstroke.

I could feel his balls tighten and felt that familiar throbbing and rushing on the underside of his cock as his climax came and cum pumped into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then thanked him for the gifts of the evening.

I can't wait to see him again!

Biting is HOT!
OMG that man loves to bite. I can barely turn my head today because the back of my neck is bruised from being bitten.

I was sitting on the stock bench watching a single-tail lesson when he came to stand with me. He wandered away for a few minutes, returning with the armbinders. This was the first time since they arrived a week and a half ago that I was the one put into them (and while others have had them on, no one has used them in a scene yet). With my shoulders held back and my hands unable to reach the front of the bench, he sat down behind me and pulled me to him. His hands roamed over my body, stopping briefly to unhook my bra. He pushed the front of my bra down so my nipples rubbed against the inside of my sweater. He teased my nipples, pinching then flicking them through my sweater. I was gasping and panting and unable to breathe by the time he finished. My nipples throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

He then brushed my hair off my neck, wrapped his hand into it (which always makes me shiver) and pulled my head to the side, exposing my neck. He nibbled just a little on the side of my neck while pulling me harder into his embrace (so hard the bench tilted back and i was crushed against him). It was then he lifted his head away and then leaned forward and sunk his teeth into my neck. I moaned and tried desperately to find somewhere to hold on. I kept having the image of a large wild cat grasping its mate in preparation for copulation as he pulled and gnawed my neck. I heard him growl low in his throat and felt the throbbing in my cunt notch up to an almost unbearable level.

With his free hand, he pulled my hands behind me so they were between us and resting on his cock. It was hard and hot and I moaned again. I wanted him to push me forward, tear my clothes from me and fuck me right there in front of everyone. Anything to have that cock battering into my body. But I'd have to wait for that until later and so must you, my devoted reader...

Hot Call
I just had a really hot call! Sir wanted to use my ass and my pussy. He put clamps on my nipples first, teasing and hurting them in just the right way. I've been known to cum just from having someone play with my nipples and clamps always put me right on the edge.

Then he slapped my pussy until it was hot and red and very wet. When I was whimpering and crying from the pain, he slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I screamed! God it felt sooooo good. He fucked me harder and harder until I was begging him over and over to let me cum. He finally relented and allowed me to cum. I screamed and panted and rode that orgasm until it left me weak.

He tortured my nipples some more, wrenching each gasp and cry from me as he pulled the chain on the clamps. My pussy throbbed with each pull. He then told me to prepare my ass for his 9" cock. I shuddered. I so love having a cock in my ass. I can't even tell you how much I enjoy having a man fuck my ass until I can't breathe.

Sir slammed his cock into my ass, working it until I was panting for breath and begging to cum again. He fucked me for what felt like an eternity as I begged and begged for release. When permission was finally given, I could barely keep conscious. The blood was thundering in my head, my heart was thumping against my ribs and my pussy was convulsing with my orgasm. I was left weak and trembling when he was finished with me.

God, I hope he calls again. That was HOT HOT HOT!

Hot Call
I just had a really hot call! Sir wanted to use my ass and my pussy. He put clamps on my nipples first, teasing and hurting them in just the right way. I've been known to cum just from having someone play with my nipples and clamps always put me right on the edge.

Then he slapped my pussy until it was hot and red and very wet. When I was whimpering and crying from the pain, he slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I screamed! God it felt sooooo good. He fucked me harder and harder until I was begging him over and over to let me cum. He finally relented and allowed me to cum. I screamed and panted and rode that orgasm until it left me weak.

He tortured my nipples some more, wrenching each gasp and cry from me as he pulled the chain on the clamps. My pussy throbbed with each pull. He then told me to prepare my ass for his 9" cock. I shuddered. I so love having a cock in my ass. I can't even tell you how much I enjoy have a man fuck my ass until I can't breathe.

Sir slammed his cock into my ass, working it until I was panting for breath and begging to cum again. He fucked me for what felt like an eternity as I begged and begged for release. When permission was finally given, I could barely keep conscious. The blood was thundering in my head, my heart was thumping against my ribs and my pussy was convulsing with my orgasm. I was left weak and trembling when he was finished with me.

God, I hope he calls again. That was HOT HOT HOT!

First Scene

This is an account of the first scene I had with a man I served several years ago. I hope you enjoy it :)

"Can you reach your ankle?"

The smooth caress of His voice coupled with my anticipation of his coming action sent chills over my already sensitized skin. I reached for my ankle and grasped it firmly, silently thrilling to the touch of rope against my skin. So many times I had privately fantasized about being bound in rope, no quick escape available, and now I felt the sensuous softness snaking around my ankle. The clink of metal and tug on my wrist set my heart hammering. My hand was now firmly bound to my foot.

As he repeated the process, I became aware of the vulnerability of my position. My knees were spread wide, my body open for His touch and torment. I shuddered violently. This was my fantasy, wasn't it? A man to bind my body and free my spirit?

I jumped as His hand settled over my Venus mound. Wrenching spasms rocked my body as His thumb found and teased my clit. My breathing, already ragged, came in short, almost painful gasps as He continued to tease the center of my sex. When His finger sought entry into my body, I held my breath, anticipating the flood of pleasure that washed over me as He pressed a finger firmly into my passage. My back arched painfully as tremors rocketed through my body. Only by shear force of will was I able to stem the rise of my orgasm as He continued to tease my body. "You have to ask for it." Again, my body twitched at the sound of His voice.

"Yes, Sir," I managed to whisper between gasps.

He moved away from me, leaving me flexing my hands and straining against the bonds as I sought to regain contact. When his hand smoothed over my aching breast, I arched into it, silently begging for more.

The chilled latex against my fevered skin raised gooseflesh on my body. With agonizing patience, He pressed the dildo into my flesh. The bulbous head of the instrument stretched my body, pressing firmly against those places that make me tremble. With deliberate delay, He withdrew the phallus, then pressed it forward again. Each pass of the head over those points within my body wrenched a moan from my lips.

The orgasmic tide within my body that had remained within my control suddenly surged past the point of no return. Seating the synthetic flesh firmly within my body, He tapped its base, sending shock waves through my system. "Oh God!" I gasped.

"My name's not God," He teased. "You know what you need to do."

I gritted my teeth, determined to ride this wave just a little longer. "Yes, Sir."

He tormented my body further. Finding my clit again, He rubbed it with increasing speed. My head tossed from side to side and my shoulders lifted from the floor. Without warning, He began rapidly thrusting the dildo in and out of my body. My resolve broke on the second stroke.

"Please, oh God, Please, Sir." I gasped.

"Please what?" His voice was calm, almost bored.

"Please may I cum, Sir?" I begged.

"Yes."

That single word released all hold I might have had on my body as I shuddered under the crushing sensations thundering through my system. As the tide crested and receded, I felt my muscles loosen their grip and my shoulders fell to the floor.

Not yet finishing with me, He teased my body with several more thrusts and taps. Each movement lifted my shoulders and tightened my muscles. Finally, He withdrew the dildo, chuckling softly at my bereft moan.

The next touch of his hands came as he released my bonds. With the utmost care, he loosed the ropes and massaged the deep marks I had inflicted upon myself by pulling at my bonds. When He finished, my hands remained at my sides despite my intense longing to touch Him.

He leaned over me, holding Himself just above my body. The touch of his skin against my nipples wracked my being with wave after wave of shuddering pleasure.

"Are you all right?" His breath tickled my ear just a moment before His teeth grazed it.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered after another wave of tremors rocked my body.

I just wanted to show him the new metal restraints we'd ordered and received. They're Darby restraints...heavy metal...very sexy. I held them out to him and his eyes lit up the way they do when he really likes something and begins having evil thoughts about what to do with it.

He twisted the key into one of the cuffs and reached for my left wrist. I gave it to him without hesitation. I'm used to being a "demo dummy" when it comes to our products. It was when he crossed behind me, taking my hand behind my back that the funny little sinking/spinning sensation began below my belly button and spread until my heart was thumping against my ribs and my face was flaming.

He reached for my right arm, pulling it behind me and I felt the cold steel close over it. It felt so wonderful to be held this way. Free to insist he release me, but loathe to do so because the bondage felt so good. I really enjoy being bound...be it by metal or rope or even command. Because I generally do not enjoy pain, I think sometimes my love of bondage gets shuttled into the "do not do" column along with the painful stuff.

It didn't last nearly long enough. He unlocked the cuffs and didn't bother to hand them back to me. Instead, he headed back down the hall to get a total...but not before picking up that awful, evil, short rubber flogger.


Later, as we were discussing the merits of the short handle on the rubber flogger, he reached for me again. His hand threaded into my hair and pulled me tight against his broad chest. The thumping of the flogger on my back as he held me tight against him was almost pleasant, but certainly not as pleasant as the scent of his cologne and the feel of his hand firmly pressing on the back on my neck.

I was leaning against the coffee counter as I often do, taking the pressure off my feet and wondering why on earth I wear heels to the shop. I could hear him moving behind me. He's a restless man and rarely stands still for any length of time. I pushed my body closer to the counter when I felt him get close, thinking he wanted to pass between me and the yellow love seat. Instead of passing by, he stopped and leaned against me, pressing me forward and holding me close at the same time.

I dropped my head forward, desire rising from that place below my belly button. When I felt his hand brushing my hair forward, reaching for my neck, I felt my knees buckle ever so slightly. His teeth against the back of my neck and his hand around my throat were my complete undoing. I moaned and let my full weight drop to the counter...I was unable to hold myself up any longer. He pressed forward harder, holding himself against me, letting me feel his whole body and the level of his own desire as he found new and more wonderful places on the back of my neck to sink his teeth into.

Then he stepped back. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me up to standing, letting me lean against him. I sighed and reveled in the sensual scent of his skin. I tucked my chin into his arm and let him hold me until I felt I could stand on my own again.

"You're a mean, mean man," I whispered. He laughed and left me standing at the counter.

I've been rubbing those bruises for two days now. Each time I touch them, the whole experience comes back in full sensory flash back. I told him about it briefly and all I got was "Good. Keep thinking about me." I'm nothing if not obedient.