The Scroll

Creative writing of fetishes and fantasies that haunt my soul.
6 days ago. Fri 16 Feb 2018 06:58:35 PM IST

The room was filled with quiet jazz from her stereo as she backed me against the wall and planted her thigh between my legs, pressing against my caged cock. Her hands found my wrists and she pinned them over my head and against the wall as she stared seductively into my eyes.
The scent of her Tom Ford perfume assaulted my nostrils and I couldn’t draw my attention away from her mouth and her perfectly stained crimson lips. She drew her tongue along the bottom of her upper teeth and her breath was warm on my face.
She moved my hands together and released one before securing it again with the other. I could have easily broken free, but I was frozen under her spell of seduction.
I gasped when I felt her open hand flat on my crotch. An evil smile formed on her lips as she felt my caged cock throb. She drew her hand up my torso and over my chest, her fingers toyed with my nipples.
“Do you want to watch him fuck me tonight?” she asked, her hand now closing around my throat. I could feel the sexual energy coursing through my body but no words would fall from my lips.
I closed my eyes when she pressed her lips against my ear and exhaled slowly. “I know you want to.”she continued. “And when he’s finished, I want to feel your pretty lips and tongue on my pussy. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, pet?”
I felt my body sliding against the wall and the room began to spin. When I opened my eyes I saw her walking away and reaching for the handle on the door. Once she opened it and he stepped inside, I knew that tonight there would be no escape from my fate and I would do whatever she desired.

1 week ago. Wed 14 Feb 2018 09:00:32 PM IST

I closed the door and made my way slowly down the sidewalk near our apartment. The busy street was filled with sounds of passing cars , people engaged in loud conversations, and dishes being thrown about from the restaurant on the corner. In the distance, I could hear a siren wailing and it brought my foggy mind back to the present.

I found myself sitting on a bench in the park a couple of streets over when my phone buzzed.

“When are you coming home?”

“We need to talk.”

“I still love you.” The texts read.

I turned off my phone and shoved it back in my pocket. I leaned my head back and stared at the moon and the few stars I could see beyond the glow of the city lights. Leaves rustled in the trees as the cool autumn night whispered tales of lust and betrayal to all who would listen.

I don’t know how long I sat there just staring off into oblivion… two, maybe three hours. I hadn’t had a clear thought fill my head since I left the house. Part of me was turned on by what I saw. Part of me was angry. Part of me was ashamed for being turned on. Yet, part of me was embarrassed that I didn’t beat him to a pulp. I was bigger than him, after all.

I stood from the bench and pulled my collar up around my neck and shoved my hands back in my pockets. I rehearsed my speech over and over on the short walk home. When I stood on the stoop and reached for the door handle, I was surprised to find it unlocked, but I went inside and hung my jacket on the coat rack by the door.

She was sitting at the dining room table drinking a cup of tea when I walked in. She was wearing the silk robe I bought her on our honeymoon in the Bahamas.

“Please sit.” she said quietly when I walked in the room.

I sat down beside her and searched her face for any sign as to why she had betrayed me. Seeing nothing, I asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know.” she said. “Maybe I just wanted to see what you would do.”

“That’s bullshit.” I replied. The anger was still evident in my voice.

“Perhaps to you, it is, but not to me. You knew when we met that I did not believe in monogamy.”

She was right. She had warned me on our very first date not to fall in love with her because she could never be faithful to one man and she didn’t want to leave me with a broken heart. I should have listened with my head, not my heart.

“Was tonight the first time?” I asked.

“No.”

“When was the first?”

“I don’t remember.” she replied. “Probably a year ago?” Her voice trailed off.

“I don’t want you to see him again.” I said.

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“Excuse me?” I could feel my heart pounding in my temples at this point.

“You heard me. I will not stop seeing him.” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because he satisfies me in ways you don’t… In ways you can’t.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. “Is he bigger than me?”

“Yes.” She said matter-of-factly. “And he uses me in ways you don’t. He doesn’t treat me like I will break. He takes his pleasure first and then he consumes me until I’ve had my fill…”

“Stop!” I interjected. I couldn’t listen to another word. I had a choice to make.

“I don’t know if I can continue to do this.” I said.

“Yes, you can.” She replied. “And you’ll start tomorrow night when I go out with him again.”
“What?” I asked. Not understanding what she was saying.

“Tomorrow night, I’ve arranged for you to go out with a friend. You’ll pick her up at seven, take her to dinner, maybe dancing, and then take her home. I expect you’ll be the perfect gentleman that you are, and if she invites you inside, then I want you to do anything and everything she desires. I’m giving you free license to do whatever she wants. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” I said, still trying to comprehend everything that happened tonight. She got up from the table and started to walk towards the hallway.

She turned, just before she left the room and said, “I’m going to bed. I hope you’ll join me soon.”

“What’s her name?” I asked. “Your friend. What’s her name?”

“Her name is Sara and she will fill your head with lust and leave you wanting more.” And with that, she turned and disappeared into the long dark hallway to our room.

1 week ago. Wed 14 Feb 2018 01:31:27 AM IST

I walked in the door and heard the sounds of sex in the living room. I made my way slowly through the kitchen, afraid of what I was about to discover.

I stood in the doorway and saw her, bent over the arm of the couch, facing me, with her skirt pulled over her waist. He was thrusting into her from behind and his hand held a fistful of her hair. He had her head pulled back and the look on her face was a cross between sheer ecstasy and embarrassment.

“Aren’t you going to stop him?” She panted as he continued to thrust inside her, oblivious to my presence. My voice caught in my throat and no sound fell from my lips. I shook my head. Frozen, I watched them for a few minutes as he continued to ravage her and she took everything he had to offer.

I could see her ass and thighs were bright red. There was no doubt, he had used his hand on her before he bent her over and had his way with her. She began to whimper like she does when she’s close to orgasm and I knew my agony would be over in a moment.

She began to cry out and I turned away as the familiar sounds of her orgasm echoed in my ears. Then, as I turned to leave the last thing I heard before the door shut was his deep guttural groan as he filled her with his seed. I will never be the same again

1 week ago. Tue 13 Feb 2018 06:40:19 AM IST

She backed me against the wall and placed her hand around my throat. She knew my trigger and I was under her immediate spell. She leaned in close, her lips almost touching mine as she told me what she going to do to me.
Her breath smelled like cinnamon and her perfume was Poison. I was entranced and could not move. She brushed her lips against mine and slid her hand inside my jeans and squeezed my caged cock.
She pulled away and and hissed, “Turn around and drop your pants.” Her voice left no room for doubt or interpretation. I did as she instructed and stood facing the wall with my jeans around my ankles.
Moments passed and then I felt her hands on my back and shoulders. I closed my eyes and found myself lost in the sensation of her touch. I bit my lip and cursed aloud as she raked her nails down my back, digging deep into my flesh. Tears streamed down my cheek as she took my earlobe between her lips and softly bit down and began to suck. I felt her tongue probe my ear canal and my knees went weak and began to tremble. I must have whimpered because I felt a sharp sting on my ass and she said she was going to give me something to whimper about before she thrust her pelvis against my ass, pinning my body against the wall.
She placed her hands on the back of mine and interlaced our fingers. Then she pressed my hands against the wall beside my head, causing the muscles in my back and shoulders to ripple. I felt her tongue trail down my neck and then she sank her teeth into my shoulder as she bit down hard and held me there for at least a minute.
“Keep your hands there,” she said as she released them. I felt her step back and pull my boxers down around my ankles. She kicked my feet apart and then I felt her rubber cock slide between my cheeks.
Her breath was warm against my ear and the scent of her perfume sent my mind racing. She headily sighed, “I’m going to fuck you now. And when I’m finished, you’re going to use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me purr.”

2 weeks ago. Wed 07 Feb 2018 07:01:13 PM IST

The room was dark except for a single candle that cast dancing shadows on the dungeon wall. She had me remove my clothes and then she affixed the ball gag between my lips. She double-checked the lock on the cage that enslaved my cock before took my balls in the palm of her hand and caressed them softly.
“Follow me.” She said as she turned and walked across the room. I dropped to my knees and crawled behind her. The concrete floor was cold against my hands and knees.
She stopped in front of the padded leather cross and told me to stand. She took her time securing my wrists and ankles to the cross with the thick leather cuffs. The leather was cool and soft against my flesh and my cock ached for release from its bonds as I struggled to fight off the arousal I was beginning to feel.
Before she finished, the door to the room opened and in walked a man in a leather hood escorting two submissive pets who crawled beside him. They too wore hoods, concealing their identities, and he led them to the center of the room where they waited, facing me.
She left my side and approached the three. He took her hand and kissed it in reverence to her authority. She then circled the two as if inspecting them and I could tell she was pleased. They wore nothing except for leather hoods and matching collars and she tapped the one on the right on the head and said, “You. Come with me.”
She then walked back to me as the submissive crawled behind her. She removed the necklace from her neck and using the key, she removed my cage and gently stroked my cock. I hadn’t felt freedom in over three weeks and my erection felt glorious. My thoughts were then interrupted by her words.
“The rules for tonight are simple,” she began. Turning to the couple in the center of the room she spoke to him, “Master J is going to fuck his slave and you’re going to watch.” This, she said as she turned to me. “And while he does, she is going to suck your cock,” she directed to the one who knelt before me.
“There are no restrictions,” she continued. “Everyone is free to orgasm at their own will. However, the first one to orgasm will be tied to the spanking bench and receive 100 lashes.”
Then she turned to the one who knelt before me and continued. “If you make him orgasm first, you’ll be rewarded with and orgasm of your own. Otherwise, you will go without.”
Then she turned to me and whispered, “And if you orgasm first, it’s six weeks of chastity for you.”
My mind raced at the predicament I was in, but before I could dwell on the possibilities before me, I heard her say, “Begin.”

2 weeks ago. Tue 06 Feb 2018 04:44:56 AM IST

I watched as she applied her lipstick and then leaned down and encircled my nipple with her freshly painted lips. I pulled against the restrainsts that kept my wrists secured to the headboard of her bed. I felt her teeth sink into my flesh and I arched my back and began to writhe in pain and ecstasy. I cried out into the makeshift gag of her panties wedged in my mouth. My cock throbbed and she squeezed my balls tightly. Her nails dug into my flesh.
“I own these now,” she said when she released my nipple. “Do you understand?”
Her lips hovered just above my face and she extended her tongue to lick the tip of my nose and accentuate her point. I nodded when words failed in my throat. Besides, her panties in my mouth prevented any speech.
She looked me in eyes and reached between her legs. I watch the wave of pleasure and lust wash over her face as her fingers teased her sex. I could feel the precum dripping from my cock and lifted my hips in a vain attempt to touch her sacred flesh.
“Settle down, My pet,” she hissed. The night is young and you’re not going anywhere until I’m through with you.

4 weeks ago. Wed 24 Jan 2018 06:08:51 PM IST

I turned off the shower and stepped out on the mat to reach for my towel.
“Kneel,” she said, catching me unaware.
Dripping wet and shivering, I knelt on the bath mat as she stepped in front of me wearing a new ribbed strapon. She ran her fingers through my wet hair and clenched her fist tight. Without saying a word, she pressed the tip of her rubber cock against my lips and soon I was deepthroating all 8” of her thick rubber shaft. Time passed slowly as sounds of gagging and grunting echoed in the tiny room.
With no notice, she stopped thrusting and held my head steady; my throat, fully engorged. When she released me and pulled back I gasped for breath as she removed the harness from her waist.
She stood before me again and with her fingers in my hair, she pulled my face to her sex and told me to bathe her with my tongue. It was time for my cleansing.

1 month ago. Wed 17 Jan 2018 10:22:17 PM IST

They spoke of me as if I were not there. The noisy room filled with people and casino games could not drown out the words echoing in my head. She was negotiating, on my behalf, the terms of my service for the evening and the fee in which she would be paid.
He removed a thick envelope from the breast pocket of his jacket and laid it on the table before sliding it across to her. I felt his wife’s heel under the table press against my shin and slide back and forth. My swollen cock ached inside its steel cage.
She removed the key to my cage from the necklace around her neck and set it in the center of the table. He looked at his wife and nodded. She reached for the key and secured it in her pocketbook before turning to me.
“Shall we?” She asked, extending her velvet-gloved hand.
“Yes, why don’t you two head up to the room and get comfortable, I’m going to spend some time at the tables,” he suggested.
My owner nodded and I stood, extending my arm for his wife to take. “I’ll have him in the lobby at 9:00 am sharp.” His wife said.
Twenty minutes later, I’m kneeling, naked in her suite while she is changing in the bathroom. My cock throbs freely as it hasn’t been free in weeks and I know that tonight I’m in for the fucking of my life.

1 month ago. Tue 16 Jan 2018 07:00:35 PM IST

My arms were lashed along the length of the rail that made up the footboard of her bed. I was naked and bent at a near 90-degree angle. She had removed my cage with her rubber gloved hands. My last glimpse of her revealed a shapely feminine figure clad in a black latex body suit. She had heard it was my number one fetish and when she placed the rubber blackout hood over my head and zipped it close, she knew the mindfuck from being denied the sight of her was the greatest tool her bag of tricks.
My body was freshly shaven, devoid of any hair from the neck down. I felt prepubescent and conflicted, as if I was trapped inside another’s body. She took her time caressing my flesh with her rubber hands and fingers. She made sure my cock was dripping before the leather flogger kissed my thighs and ass.
“Never, have I seen so much cock-drool,” she whispered in her thick British accent as she drew her finger across my lips after teasing the head of my shaft. If it weren’t for the hood I would have been able to taste myself, but that would come soon enough.
I felt the cold lubricant gel against my ass as she pressed her rubber cock against me. I felt her rubber-clad thighs press against the back of my legs when she was completely inside me. She leaned forward and wrapped her rubber fingers lightly around my throat, pulling my head up as her breasts seared against my back. The spreader bar on my ankles kept me hobbled and at her mercy.
She took her time fucking me. The boy, now became the girl and she became the man. The sound of carnal lust dripped from my lips and drowned out the voices in my head that were telling me I wasn’t good enough… or strong enough…
And when she drove her cock deep inside my bowels for the last time, my orgasm thundered through my loins. As my cock throbbed and filled the rubber sheath with my seed, the hunter became the prey

1 month ago. Sun 31 Dec 2017 07:15:52 AM IST

She pulled down her boyshorts and slipped them off her feet. I was laying on the floor looking up at her in her purple Nike sports bra. We had just finished our workout and she had quite frankly kicked my ass on the spin bike. The rule was, the loser had to pleasure the winner, and there was no doubt I had lost.

As she straddled my face I could smell the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the sweat on her skin. She positioned her ass right over my mouth and I knew what she wanted. She had told me before we even started that when she kicked my ass, she was going to make me tongue-fuck her ass until she came.

As she lowered herself onto my face, I tentatively extended my tongue until I felt it press against her bud. She rocked her hips back and forth and slowly, my tongue slid inside her.

“You’re lucky,” she said. “I took a shower and made sure I was extra clean for you before class. You know how hard I cum when you worship my ass like you do.”

My cock throbbed as I felt her grip it tightly and begin to stroke it through the fabric of my bike shorts. She had insisted I wear the spandex shorts with padding that fit so snugly. Minutes passed as she rocked back and forth. I felt her arousal drip against my chin. Her sounds of pleasure filled the room and soon I felt my cock throbbing on the verge of orgasm.

“Please Stop!” I begged. I knew if she didn’t I was going to cum in my shorts.

“First one to cum has to be the other’s slave for a week,” she challenged.

I felt her quicken her attention on my cock and heard her start to moan louder and louder. She knew my weakness and I cried out as I felt my orgasm overtake me. My shorts were a sticky mess and she continued stroking my cock as I pushed her over the edge. She slid back just enough as she began to cum and allowed me the pleasure of tasting it all.

She collapsed on top of me, panting and waiting to catch her breath. I continued to lick at her glistening sex as we both came down from our highs. She then pulled down my shorts and used her own to wipe me clean. Then she climbed off me and told me to meet her in the shower. My week of servitude was about to begin.