Flowers of Submission ::: Erotica

[Passionaria]

I'm craving ::: The chair

The sultry night occasionally loosens it grip, as a warm breeze cools our sweaty bodies. This breeze like a sigh of relief, flutters my dress freely across the silk slip beneath. Where there is no silk my dress clings tight, as moist cloth and skin meet.

You lead me into the car, blindfolded, hands bound, and holding the rope as if walking your pet, and say sternly, no more talking tonight. I hear the metal clank of the seat belt meeting, steel on steel, and my mind begins following the turns and stops of our journey. We pull up a slight hill, park, and you lead me through the sound of crickets and the scent of moist earth and Magnolias. We enter a room and you gently guide me into an upholstered chair. My senses straining to gather information, my bottom against the soft of chair, your hands tying my bound wrists above my head, and then left hanging at a slight angle. Silence except your breath. Next you open my knees and tie each ankle to a chair leg, then another rope mid calf, secured and positioned, for what I don't know, my breath quickens. Blindfolded with legs open brings rise to a flush of naughty wanting, pulsating, and I bite my lower lip. Next you wrap a rope tying my waist to the back of the chair, I crack a smile thinking, well we won't be dancing. And with a snap of you fingers music starts to play, and you slip the blindfold from my eyes.......

Standing before me is a couple. You whisper to me, you may not take your eyes off them, not even for a moment, do you understand??? I nod yes. She facing me, in a flowing button down dress, pulled tight to her lover who stands close behind her. He grabs her wrist extending it up towards the ceiling and spins her out and back into him face to face, hip to hip as they move, I can see what he is packing is not for the public. She moves an extension of his every insinuation. You pull up a chair behind me, and bring a sip of wine to my lips, perched over the edge of my chair, you drinking wine, smiling and watching my face.

Still dancing he grabs her long thick dark hair, pulls it up above her head and spins her wrapping it tight tight around his hand. And quickly reaches into his pocket and flicks open a switch bade knife. And in perfect time to the music, pops off a button from her dress. Each musical phrase paid for in thread and metal button. Till her dress hung open, exposing a hot pink bra and pantie set with a matching garter belt biting into thigh high hot pink fishnet stockings. Pulling her to him by the hair, he kisses her lips rough, then tender and slides the tip of the knife down her throat, over her collar bone, all the while dancing, and with two sharp movements rips through the shoulder seams and her dress falls to the floor.

Using her hair, pulling her to him, knife at her throat, they turn and face us, his cock moving up against her ass to the music.You set down your wine glass and reach around the chair and slowly pull the fabric of my dress up, and I begin to strain against my ropes. Then you tuck the dress fabric into the ropes at my waist. Next I feel silk caressing up my thighs, the warmth of your hand, as you move my slip up and fasten it too, under the rope. Running your nails up my leg, you play with the edge of my panties, then gasp in realizing I wore crotchless panties, exposing my partially shaved pussy, with a trail of blond hair for decoration. You bite my ear and whisper, you are such a little slut, mmmmmmmmmmmmm. I am looking at these strangers, who are smiling, eyes fixed between my legs, as you open my flesh to expose my wetness. Ten thousand emotions are rushing through my body, nerves, fear, embarrassment, my body shudders, and you open me wider. I can feel the heat of their eyes caressing my hard clit, and a rush of sexual excitement rages through my body, and I moan out load. He lets out a warm chuckle, and dances her over to the table, forcing her head down, leans over her and snaps her wrists into waiting cuffs, and begins tracing designs onto her skin with the tip of the knife.

You whisper to me, I know you love to watch baby, but tonight you have to pay too. your fingers dancing, teasing, pinching, tormenting my swollen exposed flesh. My hips attempt to rise up and meet you. If you move or utter a sound I will stop, you growl. I know that sound in your voice. it's the edge of all hell is about to break loose. You keep touching me, bringing me to the height of pulsating heat, then backing away. While this stranger wields his knife up and down her thighs, up over her ass, the into her panty, and rips them open from the crotch, up. then throws the knife into the wall, spreads her ass and palaces his cock on the edge of her tight asshole, I see her face flinch, and he instead spreads her lips and impales her, and begins to fuck her mercilessly. Watching their unbound passion, hearing her scream, your talented fingers was all I could take, my very soul cumming into you hands, over and over again. Quietly you untied me and winked at the stranger, and drove us home. Upon entering the house you kissed me and said, I will allow you one sentence. I whispered in your ear, I'll do anything you want. And we headed for the play room.......


~ This collection of stories ::: Flowers is Submission is protected under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 ~ Jaguarita

[Passionaria]

The message on your cell phone said :
Forgive me Daddy, for I have sinned. I haven't confessed completely, the depths of depravity lurking in my mind, or laid before you completely the weakness of my flesh. Forgive me Daddy, I have held back, keeping secret desires from you. I am afraid that I am naughtier, than either you or I had imagined. I'm begging you Daddy, have mercy on me while I try to explain.

While you were at work, I was on Fetlife thread stalking Fumar Diablo. He finds the most beautiful nasty pictures, Daddy, and you know how I like looking at pictures. Upon his leading, I came across the photo Gallery of a pretty Dominatrix, she likes girls, like me. She had pictures of herself naked, doing very nasty things. There was one picture in particular that I couldn't take my eyes off. It was a shot of her lying on her back, with her legs spread open, showing her bare bottom. She had the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. Perfectly shaven olive skin, with tender flower petals protruding gently from her soft, plump well shaped mound. It was so pretty, you could make a mold of it, and sell chocolate suckers that are reproductions, just so you could let it melt in your mouth. She said she shaves it every day with out fail. She has for years. But only with the grain of the hair, not against it and using a triple blade razor. That's why her skin is so smooth. I got so excited Daddy that I climbed into our bed, placed a soft white towel beneath me, and snuck one of your razors and some oil and carefully disrobed myself, from my golden silk. Each stroke of the razor with the grain. I loved the feel of the heat created by the razor crossing my skin. Burn, then relief. Over and over again across my most tender parts. When I was doing this all I could think of was your belt. The burn and then relief. As each clean shave strip of skin emerged, I followed it with my fingers. I got so wet that I couldn't distinguish the oil from my own wetness. My satin skin, so sensitive to my fingertips. After I was done, I put on my lacy boy shorts and sat on the edge of my chair. Everything feels so good against my bare skin and all I could do was squirm thinking of lying across your lap, and I imagined the edge of the chair was your beautiful big cock rubbing against me, while you spanked me until I cried. Then you made it all better by using your cock to caress that spot I like you to touch, deep inside me. The one that makes me crazy. I know I'm not allowed to play with myself, so I stopped, but I was so turned on. To try and make up for it, I took off my panties, and put them in the side pocket of your brief case......so I could share myself with you. I'll be there in time for lunch, I have more to tell you.

[Passionaria]

Drapes drawn, darkness envelopes, overhead fan undulating gentle breezes, bare skin laid across satin, bottom up, with languid limbs, draped carelessly, across my big lush bed. Soft sighs, arising like a melody a top slow rhythmical breathing. This is how you found me. Thinking back, I wonder how long you watched me sleep, before indulging your dark fantasies. I awoke to the tug of ropes securing my wrists to my wrought iron headboard. My mind rustling from the dream time, I let out a scream of surprise, I had gone to bed alone, and now was woken abruptly, by the sting of ropes and the sound of your soft sadistic laughter. Drifting I could feel your long soft black hair, brush across my shoulders as you put duct tape across my mouth. You then gathered my hair above my head, pulled it taught, and braided a rope into my long tresses. I could feel you wrapping this braid in rhythmical circles, then with a sharp yank fastening this too, to my headboard. Hands and hair bound, legs free.
Get your ass up in the air you said in a voice that portrayed both affection and cruelty. In my sleepy laziness, I was slow to comply, and cried out when I felt the sharp sting of you whip across my full bottom. Put your ass in the air my pet, spread your legs, and show me your pussy. Pushing my chest into the soft bed, my hips rose, knees followed. Then I allowed my knees to slide open. I heard you moan and whisper under your breath, I’m savage tonight mi amor, forgive me. And again I felt the sting of your whip, over and over, until I began to sob. You ran your hand over my swollen flesh and murmured, that which gives you pain, can also give you pleasure. You took the whip and placed it between my legs, stopping for a moment to put lube beneath it. Then, and began to pull it, back and forth from clit to ass. All I could comprehend was the bumpy braid of leather, working all of me, massaging, back and forth, clit to ass, harder, and deeper. Until my wanting flesh arched, releasing into the whips rough insistence, wet, swollen, my clit rock hard, moaning, I was on the verge of cuming. Then you stopped, and I cringed a lightning bolt of fear, as I felt the whip across my bottom, my thighs, and lastly across my swollen pussy. I screamed and you stopped to steady me. Caressing me softly, comforting me, shhh it’s over amor, cooing, you are such a good girl you, said while kissing my bottom, sucking on my swollen pussy, teasing my clit with your warm delicious tongue.
Then with a quick deliberate movement you pulled back onto your knees. Now, for what I came here for. My mind swimming, my body released into your hands, as I felt you penetrating me with your big beautiful cock. Thrusting deep, hard, urgent, relentlessly, you used my body to satisfy yourself. Burning into me, you stretched my tenderness to meet you greedy demands. As you got close to exploding, you stopped for a moment pulled the lips of my pussy open, and began playing with my clit, then you fucked me some more. I could feel all of my body open to you as I came, over and over again, screaming, shaking, with warm tears flowing down my face. Your hips moving faster, harder, deeper, until finally satiated, you collapsed on top of me.
After a long drift of gentle holding, you arose and began kissing every inch of my naked body. Then flipped my over and sucked mercilessly on my breasts, kissed your way up my neck, and when you got to my face you quickly removed the tape and kissed my lips, long and hard, then again sweetly, and tenderly. You leaned over Grabbed my hair, lifting my head to your lips and whispered in my ear, “your body belongs to me, and I will use you when I want, where I want, in any way I want. You exists for my pleasure, is this so? “ In my sleepy voice I whimpered Aye, si Papi, te quiro, y yo soy tu esclavia. Yo soy tu esclavia. Good girl you replied. You gently rolled my back onto my tummy, and pulled a satin sheet over my red welted bottom and then, touched my cheek tenderly. Then walking towards my bedroom door you said smugly, I’ll be back in a few hours, sleep my pet, I have only begun to satisfy my savage desires for your flesh……

[Passionaria]

I'm standing in front of you moving playfully, feeling the music, as you sit before me. Looking you square in the eye, unapologetic, I slip button after button from its secure hold, as my sheer black blouse falls open. Knees bent, hips move, shoulders back and the flowing sheer fabric slips into my hand, revealing a strappy black teddy from Fredricks, that is French, very French. Graceful hand movement and this sheer blouse is secured under my belt. Watching your eyes I'm studying your reaction, tonight I want to bring you across the edge of me, and see what you do with it. You are surprised but smug, smiling, shaking your head, with that keep playing look that I love. The DJ is good tonight, I smile. MMMM Elvis Crespo........

You stand up close to me, and run your hand along my cheek, and your thumb across my lips. My lips grasp it and suck it deep into my mouth as if it were your cock, eyes engaged you indulge this moment of sensuality, then in one swift movement, both of your hands grasp my neck, and you move us onto the dance floor, and deep into the crowd.

Bodies close, your leg between mine, our hips engage in a slow sensual Bachata. MMMM your packing I whisper in your ear, you know I love that Papi. You smirk, sliding both hands onto my hips guiding them in the rhythm of your choice, across your cock. Wrapping my arms around your neck I can't help but confess : Aye, you know how much I love your cock, the way it feels rubbing across my pussy, so sexy, all hard and thick, only two pieces of fabric separating you from me. It almost feels like I could slide some of it inside me, just the tip, I want just a little bit of it Papi, I plead. Mmmmmm the thought of all the things I want you to do to me~! Aye, my panties are getting wet, I look at you as my eyes grow dark, that please fuck me look. You soften in the sweet nasty of the moment kissing my neck, I can feel the urgency rise in your hips. You are such a delicious little slut you whisper, aren't you? I'm as naughty as you want me to be Papi. When it comes to sex, I exist for your pleasure, pleasing you is what gets me off. We'll see mi amor, how much you like to please me, you say under your breath. And you twirled me across the floor, and into less intimate dance moves through the rest of the song.

Do you want a drink mamita? You ask sweetly, guiding me to a table in a dark corner of the club. Yes, I would love a Mango Margarita, with really good Tequila. You grab my face with one hand and pucker my lips and kiss them, of course you want the good stuff, you said chuckling. I'll be right back.There is a wide upholstered bench in a v shape nestled into the dark corner. A heavy wooden table with a paisley table cloth is centered into the V. It's a secluded nitch, midst the raucous of the club. You come back with the drinks and scoot into the corner, thank you I say with a sweet kiss. And then the song comes on:

I move in front of you, drink in hand and take a sip, then bend over the table, my ass just under your face, and bounce my knees back. As my knees bounce back and forth, my hips follow, teasing you. I hear a deep growl escape your lips, as I sing; do the hip shake baby, shake your hips baby..... In one decisive move you pulled my panties to the side and pushed my hips down onto your cock, hard. I gasped, as you whispered in my ear, you want my cock? Then figure out how to take it right here. My senses reeled in the shock of going from empty and craving, to burning insistent fullness. I pulled the table closer,composing myself and continued sipping my drink. Then slowly began to move my hips from side to side keeping everything above my waist up completely still, working your delicious cock deeper and deeper into me. Then wrapping the muscles of my pussy tight around your cock, moved my hips in circles, then pushing my ass back into your stomach, raised up and slid your cock out a bit, and the let it slip back deep inside me, moving my hips in luscious isometric magic, until I found just the spot that made you moan. And then worked it over and over and over while innocently sipping my drink and smiling. I could hear your breathing become ragged and feel your abdominal muscles spasm as you pushed deeper into me, moaning under your breath you are such a sexy baby, mmmm you will get yours later baby, we're just warming up. Raise your hips up Mamita. And you tucked yourself away, turn me sideways on your lap, and kiss me deep. My arms wrap tight around you, hugging you affectionately ........

Wanted: Princess by day, Slut by night. That's what your add said, I whispered smiling. That's just my game. You have to be able to handle me standing in my power, in order to be worthy of the gift I lay before you, when I'm on my knees. What I offer you is not for free, it burns us both.

You put your hand in my hair, brought my lips to yours and kissed me like you meant it. Then you walked me out into the back alley, pulled down my panties, bent me over your knee, and spanked me as passers by careened their necks to catch a glance.

Note:
A Princess in my mind is not a spoiled, self centered brat. A Princess is a woman who knows that she has skills, and believes in her own self worth. She can be sweet and sexy while doing it, even playful. A Princess does not need anyones approval to like herself. She use her skills, then looks in the mirror and validates herself. No one can take that away from her........... there is power in that.

Passionaria

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[Passionaria]

A soft light filters from a golden shade, who's sculpted edge is hung heavy with amber beads. Beaded gold silk, perched delicately, over an ornate gold leafed lamp base. A duet that whispers tales only antique pieces know. This soft golden light, an oasis of warmth, washes over a Chinese Camphor wood altar, it calls home. If this light had a taste it would be cinnamon and rose infused honey.

Orbs of softness meander over the altars edge falling languid across my massive hand carved Mahogany bed. The rich brown, intricately carved headboard, invokes exotic tales of Bali, or Java, then clings to tall posters which rise toward the ceiling. Four carved posters define the this space, my sanctuary. This light casts a soft sheen on satin sheets, resembling Moonlight on water, and plump pillows are tossed about the bed like boulders amidst smooth water.

It is here my love that I wait for you. The gold of my hair, silky across boulders of down and satin. My arms lazily draped amass moonlit water, my mind drifting into dream-space searching for you, calling you to play. Soft orbs of light fall across my bare breasts, rosy nipples erect, as if begging your lips to suck from them this light that tastes of cinnamon and rose infused honey. Light that rolls languid over curves and valleys of flesh, then melts into pools of my desire.

Calling to you with eyes closed, reaching into the dream-scape to find you, a soft smile emerges from my parted lips. A smile of recognition, because I find you my love, lingering inside my body like golden light, warm and shimmery. Melting across my sexuality like warm spiced honey. Moaning out loud as you seep into my wanting, and my knees fall open offering to you my tenderest vulnerabilities.I hear my voice whispering, taste me as I drift off to sleep......

[Artdecogoddess]

Wonderfully written. Dark, sensual and magic. Excellent my friend!