Various Smut Stories...

[chai~]

I KNEW butch on butch would be so F^CKIN HOT!!!!!!!!

Oh you paint such lover~ly pictures inside my mind!!!!! Merci!!!!!

Originally Posted by Tawse

Bois on the Side

Ok, you want me to tell you a story; I'll tell you a story. But before I start you have to understand that even though what I'm about to tell you is true, it's not the type of person I usually am. I mean I'm a quiet domestic type person, if you know what I mean. I have a woman and she keeps me happy. I can't even recall a single time where I seriously considered leaving her. Hell even when what I'm about to tell you occurred, I wasn't thinking of leaving her. I wasn't thinking at all to be honest; I was just letting it happen, enjoying the feel.

It happened at work one night quite a bit ago. I was a mechanic for the local transit company and weekends could be rather boring since we only had a skeleton crew. The massive yard where we parked the buses could become eerily calm at times, especially when you worked the late shift as I did. It wasn't unusual to go out on the yard and be able to hear the crickets and frogs. No engines running, no smoke stinging your eyes, and no PA system barking orders. If you closed your eyes, you would almost believe you were in the country; of course that's after years of getting used to the smell of diesel that permeated everything.

This one Saturday night, hell may as well say Sunday morning, at about two a.m., I was out on the yard enjoying the quiet and trying to find a bus to take a snooze on during the lunch hour. I picked a bus on the row furthest from the shop, climbed aboard, walked to the last row of seats, took off my boots, unzipped the standard issue navy blue baggy cover-all's down to my waist, shrugged the heavy fabric off my shoulders exposing my black International Ms Leather shirt. My hand momentarily brushed by my dick. I wore it on occasions when I was feeling a bit, well excuse the term but, cocky. I could easily pack when wearing the cover-all's so discovery wasn't going to happen and I'll admit that wearing a cock while at work and feeling it press against me, turned me on like almost nothing else. I rubbed my dick a few more times thru the heavy fabric of the cover-all's and then laid back to get some sleep.

No sooner had I closed my eyes when I heard the front door being pulled open, followed by rocking as whomever it was climbed up onto the bus. I looked up and noticed it was Ronnie. He had the unfortunate privilege to work the late shift with shitty off days as well.

“What's up man?” I said.

“Not much.” He said and sat on the row of seats along the side-wall of the bus just prior to the back row. He took off his boots, rolled down his cover-alls and laid down as well. I closed my eyes and dozed off to sleep.

I woke up because someone or thing was rubbing my dick. I opened my eyes and saw Ronnie kneeling beside me. His hand was what was rubbing me.

“What…” I began, but he shook his head and leaned over and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that wakes you up entirely. It was full of a desperate need. I opened myself up to his tongue, let it explore my mouth. Let it show me how much he needed this, and how much I wanted this. His hand pressed more firmly on my cock and my body responded almost immediately.

His hand moved higher and pulled the zipper of my cover-alls all the way down, then snaked between the course fabric of the cover-alls and the thin fabric of my briefs and pulled out my cock. It wasn't the one I typically packed. For some reason I wore a larger one that night. It was black and stood nine inches tall and almost two inches in diameter. It was intimidating. It was hot. He wrapped his hand around it and started to slowly yet forcefully move his hand along its shaft. My heart beat increased and a rush of heat swept over my body.

There is an energy that's released with butch on butch. It's not better or worse than butch/femme, it's just different. I didn't realize until just then how much I missed that energy. Missed the way it sizzled, cracked, and popped.

He bent over and took the head of my dick in his mouth. Easily sliding it into his mouth until barely any of the shaft was visible. I let out a moan. I never knew Ronnie was into butch/butch, or that Ronnie could handle a cock like he could. I moved my hips up pushing the cock against his face and watched his expression. His eyes closed and he pushed against me. We worked into a rhythm of me pushing up and him pushing down. I got lost in watching him take my cock into his mouth, then it sliding out moments later, wet with his spit. Watching the way he worked it, as if he was born to be a cocksucker. I wasn't sure if I could hold off too much longer, my breathing and moaning were making that very apparent. He stopped and stood up, wiped the spit and drool from his chin and gave me another kiss while his hands were loosening his own cover-alls until they fell down around his ankles.

Smiling, he pulled back and tossed a condom package on my stomach and then pulled his briefs down until they rested on top of his cover-alls. I sat up, placed my feet on the floor, set the condom to the side, and looked him. He was packing as well. His dick was dark red and just a little shorter and thinner than mine. He knelt down and turned so he was facing away from me. I knelt down behind him, not needing any further provocation. I opened the condom and slid it over my cock. Then I ran my hand up his inner thigh and inside his wet lips, before pressing two fingers into his wet cunt. He exhaled loudly and pressed back into my hand. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of him in a deliberately teasing fashion. Not letting the pace get quick enough to build the rush, yet not letting the frenzy subside. When my hand was completely wet I pulled my fingers out of him and used his juices to lubricate my cock.

I leaned in closer to him and pushed the head of my cock against his cunt. He pushed himself onto me until our legs were pressed tight together. He pushed up off of his hands until we were back to front with my cock connecting us. I reached around him and grasped his dick. I pushed down firmly on it and pulled back up. He took my signal and lifted up on my cock at the same time. Despite wanting to keep control; to take it slow and torture Ronnie, our rhythm was increasing again. Something about primal urges throws caution and taking your time out the window. I wasn't sure what was getting me closer to orgasm; fucking his cunt or jacking off his cock.

Once again however, Ronnie stopped the action just shy of me having a mind shattering orgasm. He stopped with me buried deep inside him, leaned his head back, took my lip into his mouth and bit it before he whispered “fuck my ass” and then pulled me out of him leaning once again on all fours. I used my hand to work some of his juices around his ass and made sure my cock was still well lubed and then I pressed the head against his tight hole. He took a few deep breaths and relaxed his body. I could feel the difference as his ass began to allow me in. I wondered momentarily how often Ronnie got fucked in the ass, or gave blow jobs. That thought however, was interrupted by the light of a flashlight playing against the side of the bus next to the one we were on. Someone was roaming the aisles.

“Shhhhhhh” I whispered to Ronnie, but didn't make any movements to disengage our partially connected bodies. I noticed Ronnie's heartbeat increase and felt him start to press against my cock. The light from the flashlight was getting more focused. Who ever it was, was getting closer. I looked down at Ronnie and decided if he wanted to play it out like that, I could deal with it, I just hoped he could as well. As a couple of voices got within hearing distance, and the light from the flashlight indicated they were most likely only feet from our bus, I slammed my cock deep inside Ronnie's ass. His body collapsed yet he didn't utter a word. Shortly after, he regained his composure and started pushing against me. I watched as the top of two heads became visible. I pushed quick sharp thrusts into Ronnie. He was on one hand now; the other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking savagely.

I held my breath and prayed to a multitude of gods as the heads walked past the front door of our bus and kept going. I grabbed Ronnie's hips and started pulling and pushing him off my dick with a primal urgency and need. He was not going to stop me from cumming this time.

“Jack yourself off, cocksucker” I seethed between clinched teeth as I rammed his ass over and over. I had a mental image of my cock being real; of me about to fill this cocksucker's ass full of my seed; to have my possession of him be complete. With that thought my orgasm finally boiled and exploded but I continued to pound into him, his face screwed up into a face that could represent terrible pain, but I recognized it as the face of an impending orgasm. I pulled my dick out almost all the way and slammed it back in time after time, pulling it out to the crown then driving it as deep as I could until he let out a long guttural growl and let go of his own dick, his breathing was erratic and shallow, his abdomen spasmed involuntarily.

I leaned over him resting against his body with my dick still buried inside his ass while we both enjoyed the orgasms and allowed our bodies to return to normal. When at last I felt like my knees would be able to support my weight I sat up and pulled out of him, his body shook in response.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked as I pulled the condom off my dick.

“That was fuckin unbelievable.” Ronnie replied while pulling up his briefs and cover-alls. “I wanted to fuck you since I met you, and you wanted to fuck me. Now that's over with, we can move past it.” He continued, as he pulled his boots loosely over his feet. “Five more till lunch is over. See ya in the shop.” He finished then stood up and made his way off the bus.

So as I was saying, I'm not usually that type of person. Usually I guess is the key word. I still hook up with Ronnie every now and then and we still fuck like animals. Guess there are some things you can never fully move past.

[Tawse]

The Sun

I had a bad evening at work. The only thing I wanted to do was sit down, watch some television, and zone. But upon entering the house, I knew this was out of the question. My lover greeted me at the door with a mischievous smile. I knew that smile, and I knew what it meant.

She didn’t say hello, ask me how my evening was, or give me a hug. She simply turned around and headed down the hall to the back of the house, dropping a pair of handcuffs on the way.

I stared at them. I really wasn’t in the mood for this. All I wanted was to watch some television. Maybe have her hold me. But I wasn’t in the mood for the games. I picked up the handcuffs and headed down the hall. I at least had to tell her I wasn’t in the mood.

When I entered our room, she was lying on the bed, naked and staring at me.
“I’m sorry Hun, I’m just not with it tonight” I said, still looking at her beautiful body, wanting to just lay down next to her, let her warmth comfort me.

“Hmmm, I see. Then why don’t you just come over here and lay down with me for awhile” She read my mind.

I looked at her, trying to see if she was simply trying to seduce me into getting into bed next to her and I decided I didn’t care if she was. I needed her comfort, I needed her warmth, her protection. I took off my uniform and slipped into bed next to her.

She snuggled up close to me, I could feel her breasts moving against my back with each breath, could feel the warmth of her body and soul flowing into me. I could feel the anger and frustration from work melting away. It amazed me how a person could have that much power over my emotions. Anger was usually so easily found and so hard to escape, yet with just a touch, she could erase it. I loved her more than words could describe or do justice.

I turned my head and kissed her lightly on the lips. She looked at me, love in her eyes, and kissed me back. Her hands moved up and cupped both my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples, and causing a fire to light inside of me.

I rolled over so I was facing her, and kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue inside her mouth, wanting to take her breath away. She pulled away from me. “No, you just lay there, relax, and zone.” She whispered while sitting on top of me. I could feel her own heat against my skin, could feel how much control she was exerting just to not attack me.

She leaned over and kissed me. First on my lips, but then moving and covering my whole face with kisses. I closed my eyes and imagined myself flying high in the sky, so free, so far away from the world and the anger.

Her kisses moved down to my neck. She lingered there and would occasionally nibble, causing the fire inside to burn even brighter, more out of control. Inside my mind, I was flying higher still, heading for the sun, and its nourishing heat. Wanting to be consumed by the fire.

Her mouth grazed my nipple, and then went over to the other nipple and took it inside, rolling her tongue around it, sending erotic waves directly to my pussy. I pushed up against her, wanting her to continue, wanting her to take me all the way to the sun. She released that nipple and did the same with the other one. I could feel my own wetness against my thigh. I was burning now, so close to the sun that I was being pulled in by its gravity.

I felt her hand against my pussy, and it made me jump at the raw electricity her touch could produce. I pushed my hips into her. Letting her know how much I need this, how much I wanted to crash into the sun.

She rolled off of me and lay down next to me again, her hand teasing my want, her mouth pulling on my nipples. I was flying out of control, spiraling toward the sun.

She pushed two fingers inside me and I started to cry. The images were too intense, the feelings too strong. Her love too much. I could see nothing but the sun now, and its impossible brightness. The heat it was emitting was inconceivable. She started moving in and out of me very slowly. The tears flowed steadily now. I couldn’t stop them if I tried.

I was moving with her. Pushing up to meet each thrust. She was going faster now, reading the need my body was showing her. I matched her speed. With each thrust she was deeper inside of my body and soul. In my mind the sun was approaching too fast, I would crash into it soon. I opened my arms to embrace my impending doom.

She thrust deeply into me, pushing on my clit with her thumb. I felt an explosion. I had finally hit the sun. I was within its hot embrace. No thoughts existed. It was the light, the heat, and me.

Somewhere in the distance, I could feel her wrap herself around me, holding me, comforting me. Letting me crash.

Slowly the heat subsided and the light grew dim. I was falling back down. Falling so fast. I opened my eyes, and fell right into hers. She was smiling, not the mischievous smile of earlier, but a smile that held me closer to her then I had ever been to anyone. It was the smile of love, compassion and sympathy.

It was the smile of the sun.

[*Anya*]

Thank you Tawse not only lovely but hot!

[Tawse]

This is the beginning of a much longer story I may actually finish writing one day...



My mission that night was basically one of forgetting. I didn’t want to think about work or my love life, as lacking as it was. Really hadn’t had a love life since my last lover had left me. That was a little over a year prior.

She was a feisty one. I remembered her whispers of trust and compassion. I remembered her kisses of eternal love and acceptance. But more then that, I remembered her screaming at me the day she left.

She had found out about the darker side of me, the side that wanted nothing more then to be a submissive. She had found the books, the partially melted candles and the restraints. At first she thought I wanted to hurt other people, that I was a sadist. As we talked that evening and I explained that I desired to have pain inflicted on me, a strange look came over her face. We didn’t sleep together that night, she said she needed time to think. The next day she packed her things in silence. I watched her, in silence, for the longest time until it became obvious that she was going to leave without even an explanation. I challenged her, asked her what had changed. Told her I was in fact still the woman she had fallen in love with. That is when the anger came. A raw bitter primal anger I had never before witnessed. She tore down my defenses with the skill that only a lover could possess. Then, without even a glance back, she disappeared out the door. She left nothing except the cold harsh air and visions of what could have been.

When she left, I wore her words of pain and anger like a vest. Always close to my heart; yet giving no real comfort. I took them personally. I tried to ignore the cravings I had in the middle of the night. I put away the candles and the restraints, threw away the books of perverted sex. I knew that I needed help, but was too ashamed to ask for it. I had no idea where to turn or who to talk to yet the dreams continued, and the fantasies refused to die. Something had to give, or I was going to lose what sanity I had.

I heard a group of coworkers joking about a bar in town, a bar for the ‘sick fucks’ of the world. My mind swam as if intoxicated. That had to be my kind of bar. Outside I laughed along with them. Inside I made a mental note of the name.

That’s what led me to where I was that night. Sitting in a dark car parked in an even darker parking lot. Smoke drifted lazily from my cigarette as I tried to find the courage to actually get out of the car and approach the club. I had been watching people enter the club for close to an hour. Most wore leather of some kind. Some had hair died blue, yellow, red or green. Still others wore whips from their hips like the knights of old had worn their swords, with pride and honor. Those were the ones that caught my attention the most. Those were the ones that caused my breath to catch and my crotch to get moist. I considered driving away, pretending that I had never even gone there, but I knew that the dreams wouldn’t end just by my parking in a dark lot. I flicked away the cigarette and got out of the car.

Entering the club was like entering another world. The theme seemed to be dark music and black lights. Fog machines worked overtime to make sure no one could really breathe or see clearly. The bass of the music hit you like a drunken lover out of control. It commanded your attention, drove you into submission and then carried you away to its bed. Surrounding a modest dance floor, there were stages set up along the perimeter of the club. On the stages scantly dressed dancers gyrated; some to the music, some to a beat only they could hear. It created a very hypnotic atmosphere.

I stood along one of the walls towards a dark barely lit corner, and watched the natives of the club. They smiled, laughed and basically seemed to share a mutual joke they had over the rest of the world. They may have been seen as freaks, but these freaks were happier then most normal people I encountered. I saw lesbians and gay men talking happily to a group of punks and businessmen. Blacks, Whites, and Asians talked without the slightest hint of tension. This place was a paradox. Perhaps a slice of Utopia found within the common bond of being freaks. I was in heaven. And that’s when I saw her the first time.

She was something. She wore a black dress that seemed to be alive, never appearing too loose or too tight; constantly shifting so that she didn’t look bad for even a second. It seemed to absorb all light that dared to come too close to her. Her red hair was only a hint of the fire she contained and controlled. She kept it in a loose braid trailing down the center of her back; bangs fell lightly against her face like the loving kisses of a fresh-lit fire.

She was talking with a group of rather large men. All wore leather jackets and some sort of pervert gear. Within the group there had to be enough whips, chains, restraints, and collars to stock a large toy box. Physically she couldn’t be more then about five and a half feet tall, yet despite that she commanded attention within the group. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, even when she looked my way. I was sure my jeans had to be soaked. The thoughts this woman evoked in my mind were anything but pure.

The third time she looked my way she winked, and I felt lightheaded. That was enough to break the spell. I turned towards the bartender and ordered another beer. When my gaze returned back to the group, she was missing. My gaze hurriedly scanned the club, trying to find her again, but to no avail. She had simply vanished.

The music lowered momentarily and the dancers left their stages. I wondered what was going on, but I didn’t have to wonder for long. On the main stage a scene started to unfold. I shifted my position and moved away from the corner, affording myself a better view of the main stage, yet still remaining in the darkness. On stage a woman was pouring wax down the chest of a man. I wanted to be that man. I wanted to feel the burning wax cool and solidify on my breasts. My own breathing became quick and forced.

“You like what you see?” A question from behind. A female voice.

I nodded my head.

“You’ve never been here before have you?” The same voice this time accompanied by a light touch to the small of my back.

“No” I replied, my voice coming out as little more then a raspy whisper. I knew who it was behind me.

It was Her.

“Get on your knees” It was a request that carried the strength of the Roman Empire.

“I don’t even know you” I replied.

“Yes you do. I am everything you’ve ever fantasized about. I am that secret you keep from everyone, sometimes even yourself. Now get on your knees, or you’ll never know if it’s all you dream it is” This time Her request was aided by Her hand resting on my shoulder and pressing down ever so lightly.

I looked towards the main stage. The woman was now flogging the man while he was restrained to a large wooden structure. No one was looking towards me, the music was still blaring, and my mind was spinning out of control. I lowered myself slowly to one knee, then the other.

She ran her fingernails across the base of my neck, and I could feel every individual hair on my body stand erect.

“Very good; you need this as much as I need to give it to you, don’t you.” She calmly concluded; it was not a question.

“I don’t even know you.” I repeated. I could actually feel moisture on my jeans now.

“We do know each other. It was a different time and a different place, but we do know each other. You don’t remember, nor should you, but I never forget a soul.” Her voice was right next to my ear now. It was low, and saturated with need.

Somewhere inside my mind an alarm went off. What she had said should be examined. What was she saying? What did she mean? So many questions, and yet my mind let them all fall through its fingers. None of the questions or possible answers seemed to be of any importance.

One of Her hands reached around and grazed a nipple, stopped and twisted it slightly. I offered no resistance, my breath catching momentarily before coming out in a short shallow rush.

“I want you to get up, and follow me. There is a place we can finish this.” She whispered in my ear, twisting my nipple one last time. On the stage, the woman was now leading the man away with a leash. Dancers were taking their places again, and the patrons were breaking away from the tight huddle in the center of the room. I hastily got up from my knees, turned and followed Her to wherever She would take me.

[Tawse]

She led me down a hallway away from the main club down a series of passageways and finally to a door.

“The next step is yours to make. If you need this as bad as I think you do, you will open this door and enter. If you don’t think you can do it. Turn and walk away. I can take you where you long to go, but only if you allow me to.”

I looked at Her. She was a vision of pure domination. Yet I also saw within Her some doubt. Doubt about whether I could do this. And I wondered why it would matter to Her. Surely She could get most anybody in the bar to join Her back here. To be Her submissive, to be the canvas for Her sadistic talents.

“There is much I can’t explain to you now, and it wouldn’t matter anyway. Just understand that...” Her voice quivered momentarily. “… that I have been waiting for you for a very long time.” She apparently could read minds as well.

I turned and looked at the door. Behind it there was no turning back. Behind it was everything I dreamed about. After passing through that threshold there would be no fantasies, knowledge would exist. No more illusions, only a reality of what submission really feels like.

I wiped the sweat from my hands and reached for the doorknob. It felt cold in my grasp. I choked down the urge to turn and run, instead turning the doorknob. I pushed the door open and without even turning on the light, stepped into the dark room.

She turned on the lights as She entered the room behind me. A soft yellow glow lit the room and afforded me the opportunity to see what I had just gotten myself into. Along one wall, several whips, slappers, crops, paddles and tawse hung neatly from wooden pegs. This was my first time seeing many of these items in person. I had seen pictures in books, but the pictures didn’t give the real things any justice at all. One of the other walls contained a leather couch and recliner. They seemed strangely out of place in this room designed around an absence of comfort. The last wall was lined with different positioning objects. A rack, wooden horse, a bondage chair and a few other items I didn’t recognize. I took several minutes standing in the center of the room just staring at the objects. Her voice brought me back.

“Go ahead and touch the floggers. Feel the leather, feel how soft the tails are. Tell me which one you like the most.” She said and sat down on the couch. I followed Her decent, amazed at how graceful She was even while sitting down. The leather of the couch seemed to sigh with relief at the feel of Her body against it.

I approached the wall lined with implements of pain rather cautiously. My heart was pounding as if it wanted to burst from my body and escape to safety. My eyes raced over all the floggers, entranced by the many colors and designs. I allowed my fingers to brush past many of the tails, feeling the differences in the many leathers. They finally came to rest on a blue flogger. It had to have at least twenty tails, all a misty blue, and the softness of an expensive pair of winter gloves. The handle was made of a dark wood, a stark contrast to the pastel tails that rained down from inside its base. I carefully lifted it up from its peg and brought it down in my hands, fondling the fine tails between my fingers.

“Very nice selection, I bought that one in Europe. Amsterdam I do believe, so very long ago.” She broke my silent worship. “Present it to me.”

I was puzzled at first. How does one present something that is already known? My mind raced, trying to remember everything I had ever read in books. Positions. This had to be about a position She was expecting me to execute.

“Forget what you’ve read. Do what you feel deep within yourself. You didn’t get the need from a book; you just gave the need a name. You have all the answers you need within your own desire to please me.”

I thought about what She said for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, then I slowly approached Her, kneeling to one knee when just a foot away. I lowered my head and offered the flogger on outstretched arms. I heard the leather of the couch moan as She leaned forward. With one hand She raked Her fingernails through my hair, the other hand softly lifted the flogger from my arms.

“Very good. I’m proud of you.” She whispered.

Said by anyone else, this would have caused me to feel I was being patronized, but coming from her it caused a crimson blush to cross my cheeks.

“Thank you Ma’am” I replied.

“No. Ma’am just won’t due. No offense to you, but it makes me feel entirely too old. From now on, when addressing me, I would prefer you to call me Lilitu.”

“Lilitu” I said the name out loud, appreciating its exotic sound. It seemed strangely appropriate for her; it fit her mysterious looks.

She laid the flogger lightly on the couch, and cupped my chin with one hand bringing my face up so that I was looking into her eyes. It was the first time I’d noticed her eyes, which was unusual because eyes were usually one of the first things I noticed. They were hazel. Brown and green flecks danced within her irises. Her pupils had an incredible depth. They say the eyes were the gates to a person’s soul, and if this was true Lilitu had an endless soul.

She wrapped her other hand in my hair and pulled my head back. I gasped out loud and her mouth covered mine in a deep passionate kiss. Her tongue danced in my mouth. My heart beat increased, and I kissed her back, driven by a sudden hormonal surge. I pushed into her, wanting to kiss her deeper and deeper. Her hand tightened in my hair and pulled me back, away from her sweet kiss.

“Let’s not get too carried away. We are here for more then just kissing.” She said rising up from the couch, leaving me wanting and on the floor. She went to the center of the room and stopped. “Come to me, on your hands and knees. When you get here, I would like it if you kissed my shoes.”

She had barely finished the request and I was on my way over to her. All fear seemed to have been erased. I didn’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious. All I knew was a desire to please her; desire to feel what I had been denying myself for so long. A desire to be finally be free. I arrived at her feet and lowered my head, gently kissing each shoe once, making sure not to leave any moisture behind.

“Very nice, I felt the sincerity behind your actions; that pleases me.” She said and leaned over; I felt her nails along my skin as she slowly ran her hand the length of my back. I wished I had no shirt on, that I could have felt her against my bare flesh. “If that’s what you wish, then you must remove your shirt.” She once again answered an unspoken thought.

I looked up at her, questioning, and curious. “Who are you? And how do you know my thoughts?” I asked.

“I promise to reveal the answers to those questions to you, but I would much rather concentrate on your desires right now; if that is acceptable to you.” She responded and moved away from me, towards the wall of pain. “I know I am asking a lot of you. I know that you’re scared and excited at the same time. I won’t blame you if you leave, but there are some things I can’t reveal just yet, no matter how much I want you to stay, I just can’t tell you.” She finished and ran her hands along the line of toys on the wall, finally letting her hands come to rest on a foxtail paddle. She lifted it from its resting spot and turned to look at me.

I rose up so that I was kneeling on my knees, and I looked into her eyes. My arms dropped to my sides and slowly started to tug on my shirt, pulling it out from my jeans, and pulling it slowly over my head. I pulled my arms free of the shirt and tossed it gently to the side. “I don’t know why, but I do trust you. Or maybe I just need this too much to not trust you.” I answered her, and then removed my bra, and tossed it in the direction of the shirt, and looked into her eyes once again.

Her gaze dropped momentarily to my breasts and a smile crossed her face, “Thank you.” was all she said. She then approached me, foxtail in hand, and ran it over my breasts, then over my shoulders and onto my back. I closed my eyes and let my body float with the sensation of the soft fur gliding over my skin. She brought my eyes open again when I felt the slight sting of the blue flogger as it kissed my back lightly. “Pleasure and Pain, the two Sisters. Born of each other, you can’t fully experience one without the other.” She said aloud, and I understood exactly what she was saying. I had dreamed it for so long, and was finally living it, even if just a flirtation. I then felt the kiss of the flogger nine more times, increasing in intensity each time. I gasped out loud at the last kiss, feeling the true potential for Sister Pain; than the foxtail was back on my skin, caressing the pain away.

She knelt down behind me, and I felt her warm, inviting lips on my back, kissing where the foxtail and flogger had just moments ago danced to separate songs on my skin. I leaned back into her, and she wrapped her arms around me, both hands coming to land on my nipples. I shuddered at the touch of her bare fingers against my nipples, not surprised to find that they were taut and stretching out towards her. She grasped my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and delivered a sharp twist. I bit down on my lower lip, not wanting to cry out, not wanting her to think that I didn’t enjoy the pain, the pleasure, the melding of the two. She cocked my head to the side and bit gently at the hollow of my neck, a moan escaped my throat.

[Tawse]

She pulled away from me again, this time pushing me roughly forward, forcing me on my hands and knees again. I shifted my hands to afford more comfort, waiting to see what she had in store for me. She stood over me and then leaned over; her hands reached under my body, found my belt buckle, and released its clasp. She pulled the belt loose from my jeans; I heard the buckle chatter as it landed somewhere near where my shirt was. Her hands were then at the buttons of my jeans. They unfastened the top button and then her fingernails ran down to my excited crotch. I breathed out in a rushed breath and didn’t even try to hide the moan that followed. She then unbuttoned the second and third buttons, tucked her hand inside my jeans and ran her fingers through my pussy hairs. I felt that I could cum just by her request at this point. Her hands were like surgeons, bringing exact results through precision placement. She pulled her hand free of my jeans and unfastened the remaining two buttons, then her hand once again traveled inside my jeans, this time further, through my hair and finally penetrating my saturated lips. Two fingers dove towards the center of my want, and were enveloped by my juices. She stopped there, and I heard her breathe out rapidly, followed by a low growl that spawned more moisture from my cunt. She kept her hand there for a couple of minutes; her fingers found my clit and started to massage the skin around it. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb every sensation that was running through my body. Then she stopped and pulled her hand free.

She stood and walked in front of me, so that I could see her, and she placed her fingers in her mouth, and licked my juices tenderly off of her fingers. “I want you to remove your jeans for me. Stand up and take them off slowly. I want to enjoy every moment of you being exposed to me.” She said, sounding somewhere between a growl and moan.

I stood up and slowly removed my jeans. Not nearly being as graceful as I wished I could be, but hoping that she was pleased. I then kicked my jeans over to the growing pile of discarded clothing. I stood naked before her, and looked into her eyes, those endless eyes.

She looked at my body, her tongue rolled over her lower lip, and then she approached me, grabbed a nipple and pulled on it, leading me by my nipple over to the wooden horse. She let me go and pulled the horse towards the center of the room. She then went to the wall of pain and took down a pair of restraints. She returned to me and placed the restraints on my wrists, bent me over the horse and with a chain, attached my wrists to the base of the horse. Her feet tapped my legs and I spread my legs until she was satisfied with my position. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes, and my visual world came to an abrupt end. I blushed, as it became aware to me that I could feel my wetness cooling against my spread thighs. I envisioned how I must look to her, open, vulnerable and needing more.

I heard her shoes click against the floor as she walked around me, then away from me. She was over at the wall of pain. I heard her lift a couple items off the wall, then I listened as she walked over to the wall with the couch and heard what sounded like the lid of something raising up. I didn’t remember seeing a chest near the couch. I wondered how I could have overlooked it. Her footsteps approached once again.

Her hand ran down my back, over my ass and finally came to rest momentarily cupping my pussy from behind. I couldn’t resist trying to push against her hand. This brought a laugh and a slap by her other hand against my ass.

“What we do, we will do when I’m ready to do them, understand?” She asked.

“Yes Lilitu.” I purred in response, and resisted the urge to press my cunt once again into her cupped hand.

She removed her hand once again and then I heard the strike of a match. I only had to wait a few moments before I found the reason for the sound. I held my breath as I felt hot wax puddle in several spots on my back, only to solidify seconds later. She continued raining down drops of wax over my back and ass until I was sure there wasn’t a clear inch of flesh on either. Then the waxing stopped, and a fine mist of water was sprayed over my waxed back and buttocks. The clash between the two sensations caused my mind to swim in an ocean of contradictions.

“You can’t imagine how good you look to me right now.” She broke the spell I was under. “Your skin a creamy white, but speckled with pink heat… all covered with a fine layer of water. I can’t even tell you how intoxicating it looks.” She continued while running her fingernails harshly over my back, pulling off some of the wax in the process. I arched my back, not sure whether I wanted to get her nails further away or closer to my back.

I heard her heel click as she stepped back and away, and I felt the slight sting as moisture seeped into the fresh scratches her fingernails just inflicted. I then let out a rushed curse as she brought a flogger down firmly on my back. I heard her laugh as she brought the flogger down again against my skin, the moisture on my back exaggerating the noise of impact. I then heard her heels click quickly as she walked away, then returned. I felt something push against my lips.

“Here, this is a piece of leather. I’m going to flog you pretty hard; you may want to bite down on this when it gets severe. If you drop this, I will take that as an indication that you can’t handle any more.” She explained and I took the leather into my mouth.

I felt the first few administrations from the flogger but then time seemed to warp, or melt, or something that words can’t explain. It was as if the beating no longer hurt. It became more of a tribal drumming that I only heard and didn’t feel. In my mind I was in a dark jungle with torches lighting a clearance. Figures danced around a central fire as the drummer drummed out a steadily increasing beat. The dancers paced quickened as lightning flashed in the sky. A storm was coming but I couldn’t tell if the dancers were dancing for the storm or to prevent the storm. Bare feet pounded on compacted dirt, increasing in stride; And then there was nothing.

I was lying on my back in a field. The sun was no longer yellow; instead it was a kaleidoscope of colors. There was a breeze that was so slight I wasn’t sure if it was really a breeze or just my breathing. Slowly I became aware of a hand running through my hair and Her voice in my mind.

“Sweet Blue-Eyes” She was softly saying over and over while running her hands thru my head. “What I wouldn’t give to know where you are flying. How many times I’ve watched you fly, how many times I wished I could journey with you. And here you are with me again.”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She was bent down in front of me and I was still restrained to the horse. “How long?” I started to ask.

“A little bit, time doesn’t matter really.” She replied, I noticed she had the leather bit in her hand. “No, you didn’t let go. I took it and the blindfold once I stopped” She answered and leaned forward giving me a kiss. Once again my heart beat increased and I struggled against the restraints to kiss her deeper. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and pull her as close as I could to her. She laughed and then pulled away.

“I want you to go now.” She stated. “We did much tonight, and you have much to process; but I will be seeing you again.”

“But..” I started.

“Don’t argue with me Blue-Eyes.”

“Yes, Lilitu.” I conceded.

“Come back tomorrow.” She rose from the couch, ran her hand thru my hair one last time, unbuckled the restraints, and then she crossed the room and exited thru the door.

I sat in that spot for what felt like an eternity, just thinking about what had just occurred. My back had a dull throb reverberating along its entirety. I wondered how it looked, but that throb was nothing compared to the throb that was emanating from my loin; my unsatisfied and aching loin.

I finally shook free enough from my thoughts to put my clothes back on and exit the room. I made my way slowly down the hall towards the pulsating main room. Figures still danced on the dance floor. My whole world had changed and yet it was as if nothing had changed at all. No one turned to look at me; yet I felt eyes upon me. She was watching me from somewhere, or was that her mind upon my mind. I looked towards the main stage and saw Her. She was with one of the gorillas she was surrounded by earlier. When my eyes met Hers she turned away and pulled the man close to her, kissing him as deeply and passionately as she had kissed me earlier. My mind screamed in anger and jealousy. I tasted the coppery essence of blood in my mouth and it turned me on. I explored my mouth thinking I had bit myself, yet found no wounds. I looked towards her and saw her lips appeared to be redder than should have been. The gorillas mouth had a trickle of blood escaping the corner as he pulled Her towards him again in a deep kiss. Again the taste of blood and a sexual arousal so deep I had to lean against the wall to steady myself.

“Go home Blue Eyes” I heard in my mind, and I looked to Her pleadingly. “Home” was her only reply as she mouthed the word and pointed to the exit of the club. I looked at the gorilla and he smiled at me. I wasn’t sure if it was a smile of compassion or one of victory. I headed for the door, not daring to look back.

Once home I went straight to bed. Even though I had much to think about and my brain should have been circling, I was instead tired beyond belief. The drive home proved more difficult than I thought it would have been; my energy depleted quicker than imaginable. I ended up turning the A/C on full blast to keep me awake for the 30 minute drive.


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Lilitu was in a dark room. She ran her fingers along a hard chest, her fingers gliding gently thru a fine layer of hair, she pulled his mouth to hers and filled his mouth with her tongue while her hands removed his belt and then raked along the expanding growth beneath his jeans.

“You want it?” A deep male voice asked.

“You have no idea.” She answered.

Her fingers released his cock from its prison and rubbed the pre cum that glistened its head along the length of it, getting it ready for its next sheath. He lifted her up with ease and lowered her slowly onto his rod. They both moaned in unison and remained still allowing each to get used to being united with the other. He moved them over to a desk where he swept the contents onto the floor before leaning over so that she was laying on the top of the desk.
He then fucked her in earnest, his hips pistoning against her hips while the both of them emitted the animalistic noises associated with a good fuck. Finally he pumped his seed deep inside of her with a growl and a grunt, slumping over her breathing heavily in spent ecstasy.

“Was that good baby?” He asked.

“It’s about to be.” She answered.

“What do you...” He started but stopped suddenly as her hand covered his mouth with inhuman strength. Then her mouth was on his neck, teeth sank into flesh and punctured his carotid artery. It wasn’t long before he offered no more resistance.

She pulled back once he was completely spent and let his body fall to the floor. ‘Enjoy what you see Blue Eyes?’ she asked.

I jerked awake and looked around my room. It was still dark outside and according to the clock, it was only shortly after 4 in the morning. My heart raced and I was so incredibly worked up, I reached over and grabbed my trusty vibrator that adorned the bedside table. I turned it on and administered the strokes I knew would bring me to orgasm. My mind full of images of Her, and I even called out to Her as I came hard against the vibrator, wishing it was her hand or her will that was bringing me to climax. I rolled over, cursing my youthful behavior and then once again drifted off to sleep.

[Tawse]

The Liberation of Vanni

Vanni was giving me problems. It wasn’t her fault. Bless her soul, she was trying to please. We had discussed at great length the things she wanted to accomplish, the things that scared her and the things she would never want to do. There was however this one thing that she fantasized about constantly, but couldn’t see come to fruition. Every time we tried to break down the barrier, it proved to be too much and she’d safe out only to spend the next week berating herself for not being able to work beyond the walls.

Now I’m not an idiot. I’ve been in the scene a long time and I’ve seen people with her particular problem hundreds of times; having a craving that is primal and a fear of the craving that is just as primal. This craving didn’t have to involve something so horrifically edge that even the community considered it taboo. In fact for her, it was nothing more involved than a simple blowjob. Vanni just couldn’t do it. She would purr with knives and squeal when a wand was used... but something about a blowjob just shut down all her systems.

I had originally wondered if this was because of abuse in the past, but she assured me there was no such abuse, and I hadn’t noted any other symptoms which led me to one conclusion. Vanni saw blowjobs as the ultimate subjection; ultimate vulnerability that she couldn’t bring herself to perform. At least not voluntarily. I had a plan to break her. Actually, I had a plan to free her.

She came over that night dressed in a one piece number. Hot was the word I would use to describe her. Of course hot was the word I used to describe her on most occasions. She had an aura about her. Innocence perfectly balanced with slut. The way she carried herself commanded nothing less than respect, yet it also caused a rise from every guy in the room. I had no doubt that they all imagined fucking her in every imaginable position and perhaps even a few unimaginable positions. And lucky me, I got to personally try out all of them.

We went to dinner and I got to enjoy myself as she gave one lucky man a show. As always she had been instructed to not wear anything under her dress and when I caught his eyes watching her, I directed her to spread her legs a bit to afford him a better view. After I knew she had his attention I placed a hand between her thighs and spread her lips with my fingers before inserting a finger into her very moist and very turned on pussy. I brought my finger out and held it up to her mouth and she sucked it in a way she would later be sucking on my cock. I looked at the man and winked. He had an obvious hard on and he and his wife left very quickly. I hoped the wife got a good fuck.

After dinner I drove her to an abandoned warehouse outside of town. I watched the building for a few weeks prior to see if it was populated by vagrants and vandals. I had seen an occasional kid, but no one after dark, which was perfect.

I led her into the building and knew that she was already wet. She loved fucking in strange places and loved it even more if there was a chance of being seen. I led her to the center of the warehouse where I had placed a thinly cushioned mat that was surrounded by candles. I instructed her to strip and then kneel in the center.

Vanni was a natural stripper, performing no quick or awkward removals. Everything that was taken off was done as if painstakingly choreographed for weeks prior. I watched and admired her body and her art in motion. When she finished stripping she knelt before me, her legs spread wide and her forehead pressed against the mat. I approached her and ran a hand along her body. Followed the curves and the angles. Down her back, over her ass until my hand was cupping her cunt. I inserted two fingers and she leaned into my hand. What a good slut.

I withdrew my fingers and left her there while I went to get my game box. When I arrived back, she was still in the same position. You would think she was a mannequin.

I approached her and set the box down. Instructed her to look at me.
“Tonight things are going to be a bit different. No safes. What I say goes, and if it doesn’t go, you pay the price. Is this acceptable?”

She looked deep into my eyes. Only a moment of thought before “Yes”
“Very good.” I replied and then walked around her. I wasn't thinking about what would happen next. I was just letting her brain start to work, as I’m sure it was doing.

I ended my tour and opened my box so it was facing away from her. I didn’t want her to get curious and decide to look at what may be awaiting her. I looked inside at the contents. It was empty save a gun. One lonely gun. A gun I knew I would have to use to get her past her walls. She could have no options. Vanni was going to be liberated.

I looked up at her, her forehead was once again placed against the mat, her eyes closed. She was so perfect. She deserved liberation. One so giving, deserved to have what she craved. Deserved to have every fantasy fulfilled. I removed the gun from the box and slid it down the back of my pants. Where I hoped it wouldn’t be needed, but knew it would.

I approached her and ran my hands again across her skin. Amazing, she hadn’t been touched in close to 15 minutes yet her skin was still hot and slightly flushed. With just a touch of my fingers on her skin, her heart beat quickly elevated to it’s previous rhythm. My hands traced familiar trails, brushed against every part of her exposed flesh, woke up nerves and started cold chills. The hair on her body raised to welcome my fingers as they glided past. My hand ended resting on her ass, where it stayed only momentarily before I raised it and then cracked it down delivering a harsh smack against unprepared skin. She jumped only slightly despite the unusual force of a first mark.

“You’re perfect, do you know that Vanni?” I asked her.

“No Syr, I have many flaws” Was her response.

“True, but your desire to please, is perfect. I’ve never had a better submissive or masochist. You fulfill all my desires. Except one that is.”

“I know Syr, I am sorry I disappoint you Syr”

“You won’t disappoint me anymore after tonight Vanni. I’m taking everything that is mine tonight. I won’t be left wanting. You won’t be left wanting.”

“Yes Syr” Her voice was less confident; Second thoughts maybe? Too bad.

The sun was almost completely set so I lit the array of candles. The dancing and flickering candle light added an eerie quality to the warehouse. The scene was complete.

I approached Vanni and stood in front of her, ordered her up on her knees.

“Unzip me, no hands” Was my command and she executed it perfectly having done it several times. The stretched denim caused by my hard cock only proved momentarily difficult. I then reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and instructed her to pull out my cock, which she did.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“It’s beautiful. I want it.” Was her reply. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Lick it.”

She looked at it for a couple of seconds and then leaned forward and licked from the balls to the head. Her tongue danced over the veins like a seasoned pro. This of course wasn’t where she had a problem, we had been working on her licking cock for a month, and she had gotten very good. When she reached the tip of the head her tongue circled the rim and for a second I thought she was going to break down the wall herself and just pull me into her mouth, but instead she continued to lick.

“Suck it”

She stopped licking and stared at it. I could see the inner turmoil. Her eyes portrayed a civil war within her soul, of course the usual side won and her eyes went vacant.

“I said suck it, now”

She looked up into my eyes pleading, then back at my cock. She didn’t move.

“Suck it bitch!” I screamed at her.

She flinched but that was all. Still no movement. I sighed and reached behind my back for the gun. I pulled it out and pointed it at her. Her eyes grew large and I saw fear, an honest fear.

“Can you not suck it?” I inquired.

“No... No Syr I... I want... I.. I just.. can’t” She finished and her head lowered, ashamed.

“Look at me Bitch!” I screamed.

Her head shot up and she looked into my eyes.

“Open your mouth slut”

She opened her mouth.

I grabbed a fist of her hair and held the gun to her head. “Grab my dick” I ordered. Her hand reached out and encircled my dick. “Good” I replied then forced her head towards it. Her neck tensed as her parted lips drew closer. I pulled the hammer back on the gun. “Don’t even fuckin think about resisting me bitch. You’re nothing more than a cunt to me. All your holes are for me to fuck, even your mouth.” I seethed between clenched teeth. “Don’t. Fuckin. Forget. Your. Place”

There was a moment where I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but then her neck relaxed and I pulled her lips over my cock head. “Oh yeah.” I sighed and I pushed her mouth further down my rod. I wanted to let loose, to fuck her mouth for all it was worth, but I restrained myself. Pushed her head down until she just started to gag and then pulled it back up and off my dick.

“Look at me!” I demanded.

She looked up at me and her eyes were full of tears and fear, but there was something else back there. A spark perhaps? A light?

“You gonna suck it now or do you need more convincing?”

She hesitated.

I grabbed her hair again and forced her back down on my rod, this time going past where she gagged and held her down for a second before bringing her up.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth. You can either relax and enjoy it, or you can tense up and possibly be hurt. I don’t care which, I just know I’m going to possess what is mine tonight”

She looked into my eyes again, the spark was brighter.

I placed my hand on her head but she moved on her own this time, her lips wrapping around my cock and pulling it deep into her mouth. She gagged but pushed further on it. Didn’t I tell you she was perfect? I released the hammer on the gun and put it back into the back of my pants. I wrapped my hand in her hair and helped to guide her rhythm.

With the wall broken down, she became Vanni again. My perfect slut. Her mouth delved harder and harder on my dick. She sucked on it and inhaled it as if it was life sustaining oxygen. She started pushing down hard, pushing the base of my cock against my clit. She had learned this trick a long time ago. I closed my eyes and let her take on her own rhythm but when I felt the beginnings of an orgasm I decided it was time. I held her head still and then I started thrusting my dick into her mouth. How many nights had I jacked off to this fantasy? Fucking my whore in the mouth. Making her mine. I thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth. Watched as my dick slid into her mouth, filled it and then pulled out, slick with her spit. Her eyes watered as she gasped between thrusts. This just sparked my need more and I unleashed it upon her, grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her faster and harder until my clit spasmed with a powerful orgasm. I held my dick in her throat until the contractions subsided.

When I pulled out of her mouth she smiled. The tears that ran down her cheeks were tears of joy and happiness. Tears of freedom. Tears of pleasing.

I knelt down so I was facing her and pulled her lips to mine, opened her mouth to my tongue and kissed her with the passion I truly felt for her. The love and the lust. The mutual respect and spirituality. The understanding and oneness all exchanged with a kiss.

I released her mouth and moved around behind her. I kissed her shoulders and her back, nipped playfully at the base of her neck.

“Kneel” I requested and she did so promptly. My slut knew what was next.
I pulled out a condom and slid it over my cock. I ran my fingers along her pussy, felt how incredibly wet she was then I ran that hand over my cock, getting it wet for her.

I leaned back on my feet and then pulled her towards me, guiding my cock into her. She moaned and made a guttural growl as the cock pushed deeper into her. I leaned back on my arms and looked at her on top of my dick, her body already starting to gyrate, to milk my cock. “Fuck me baby, I know you want to” Was all I had to say and she lifted up off my cock and then pounded back down on it. She was primal, no softness or tenderness to her motions. I leaned up and pulled her back against me, reached a hand around and twisted one of her nipples as she continued to thrust down on me. She was starting to make the grunting noises that I loved to hear. I released her nipple, put my hand around her neck and squeezed. “Do it now slut” I whispered in her ear. Her hand quickly found her own clit and with a couple more thrusts she came... her muscles contracted around my dick. Her body sweat and her heart pounded against her chest.

I held her tight for quite awhile. Told her how proud I was of her. How happy she made me. How she could never be replaced. She was my slut and nothing would ever change that.

When the candles were almost spent, I picked her up and took her to the car, placed her in the back seat to rest while I cleaned up.

She is ya know.

She’s perfect in all ways.