Name' sake

Her thick dark thighs quivered in the silver moonlight - pulled taut  . . .spred wide.

Jack teased and toyed with his prey - one slow lick with his tongue across her protruding nipple - he made his way down - another slow lick, ever so gently - holding his tongue still - just for a moment - she  cursed the ropes with a frustrated groan . . . Her swelling pleased him. . . .

His face caressed the soft skin of her side. . . . Her naked body . . . He locked a firm grip, digging his fingers into the flesh of her behind . . . "Bad girl" his voice hot in her ear - his cheek against hers, . She confessed with a moan that carried through the warm night air.

The silence returned and all went still - the only sound was Precious' laboured breathing - becoming  a rythmic panting. 

She flinched when Jack suddenly brushed the leather strands across her cheek . .. it startled her. 

He slapped the flogger lazily across her body as he circled . . ."very bad girl indeed" . . . her belly . . . Her thigh . . . back. . . . Other thigh. . . .Precious held tightly to the ropes. . . 

Jack was going to enjoy this!

Without warning he whipped a full swing hard across her ass. . . She cried out . . .

The sting settled in . . .  the silence returned . . . Her desire was quickly escalating . . .  she held her breath and listened . . .

Nothing . . . 

Precious steeled herself when she felt the sharp drag down her side . . . Then again down her thigh . . . Then multiple sharp points burned down both thighs . . . She cried out. . . The pain! - The sensations ripped through her body . . . She began to shake uncontrollably - - -

A hot mouth burning with primal hunger struck between her legs . . . A vicious attack. . .sucking the heat from her . . . feeding on her - fiercly devouring her sex. .. her mind reeled . . . The whip lashed hard against her ass . . . Claws dug into her trembling flesh .. .her breasts heaved as she arched against the assault . .  Straining . . .her mind could not contain it . . . she was losing control . . . falling . . . . ..the steady sucking . . .lapping - licking . . . Pulling her into submission . . . The whip lashed harder  . . . Claws held her tighter . . .

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightening  . . . Someone else! . . .

She quivered and shook violently . . . The ropes holding her helpless - displayed for them . . . as they had their way . ..the whip beat her harder . . . The feeding between her legs faster . . . Her body began to convulse . . . "Oh . . .my . . . God!!" . . . Her hot lust gave way . . . The whip landed again . . . Pushing her over . .. . .

Soft lips gently kissed hers, holding her . . . 

Dripping . . . Spent . . . "Ssshhh .. . "

Her body collapsed into waiting arms as Jack untied the ropes. 

Precious did not know her - had never seen this beautiful woman holding her.

She gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her forehead.

"Come on"  - Jack extended his hand and led the girls out of the woods.

The 3 of them sat quietly on the bench,  in the warm full moon . . . 

Letting what just happened settle over them like a soft blanket . . . 

~ fin

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I am a "Dom" . . . I am a "sub" . . . I am a - fill in the blank.

Shakespeare coined that now famous line - "whats in a name?" He was right, a rose, called by anything else - is still a rose. (Roses dont smell pretty btw).

If I were to say my name was "Bob" - would I be viewed differently?  Or a woman named "Gertrude"? Was there a noticeable drop in people naming their child "Jeffrey " after a certain time period? 

Because our brains are wired to pull up an associative memory - a previous file we can identify with. At a baser level, it is survival.

This line of pondering came about when searching for just the right name for my character in my story. In text it is different  - one must form a mental image of say, "Precious ", as in my most recent. However the reader paints the picture of Precious based on past knowledge or experience in their own lives. 

Shakespeare was right in saying a rose by any other name is still a rose. If you can learn to see beyond past references,  past pre-conceived notions of what something is "supposed" to be - see the beauty of what stands before you.

Food for thought and morning mental barf.

Thank you for reading 

~ Bernard

The bench, although it had been there for years, was very straight and very solid. A flat bench, no back - like you find at boardwalks sometimes. Framed 2x4, 6' wide,  with 2 metal posts securely cemented into the ground. A silent vigilance at the edge of the forest.

Jack and Precious had sat there many times - sharing deep secrets - looking out over their homestead - dreams held only between the two of them. "One day . . . " . . .  they would agree - with a kiss.

This night was different  . . . . 

A white lace shawl, folded to a perfect 10x10, sat directly in the center of the bench. In times like these,  Jack was very meticulious

He had taken to biting his nails again, under certain circumstances - this was one of them - he put his foot up on the bench, and leaned on his knee. . . . The sun was beginning to set. . . . He waited . . . 

"Oh my god, I am so sor . . . " - he silenced her with a finger to his lip - they both paused . . . . - Jacks finger slowly swung a half circle to the shawl . . . . Precious did as she was told.

It offered little protection,  pointless really, was the point. It covered what it needed to - his.

Her clothes folded squarely, neatly on the bench . . . .she was positioned to his liking - they had done this ritual before . . . 

Head down, hands clasped behind, feet together . . ..

This time facing the forest . . . . ??

She began to feel self conscious . . . Exposed . .. raw  -  she could feel him. . . . He was different. 

Precious expected the blindfold and bound wrists - she was always bound and blindfolded . . .what she did not expect was the sudden shove from behind . . .

Pushing her into the woods.

Her head twisted awkwardly, stumbling to keep up -  as Jack pulled his prey along, by her hair.

The forest was dense  - mostly old yellow pine - a few rickety cedars here and there. The floor had a thick blanket of soft needles - nothing else could grow.

The sun, now set, granted the stage over to a full moon. It was a warm night, the air - strangely bright.

They stopped . . . .

Precious stood still, feet back together, head down -  back straight . . . . 

catching her breath. . . . . 

Silence . . . . Her own breathing was all she could hear . . . In the eerie silence  . . . .

______________

Her mind raced with anticipation .. . 

Feet together . . . .

Head down . . . . 

Back straight . . . .

Waiting . . . . 

. . . . . Like a good girl . . . . 

The moments passed . . . 

Waiting . . . . . .

Jacks hot breath on her neck startled her - 

"You have been a very . . .. very . . . . Bad girl . . . . My love . . . "  His words - those words . . . . Whispered close - deep and animalistic - Shot a searing wave through her entire body.

Her trembling returned as she felt the light cover slip off and fall to the ground.

"Spred . . . your . . . legs"   

"Wider . . . "

Precious' breasts were hard - always hard for him. . . He was pleased - brushed his fingers lightly over them . . . . So hard . . .

He held himself close as he fumbled with the ropes behind them - un-tying her wrists - 

His breath washing over her -  hot laboured breath . . . He was trembling too . . . 

 . . . Her right arm could offer no resistance, As the new rope pulled it up and out . . . Pulled tight  . . . and tied off. . . .she stuggled to keep her balance . . . Then the left . . . 

A soft plea escaped her lips . .. "ssshhh"  Jack warned  .. . Fastening ropes to her ankles. . . .

Her naked body -  open . . . Spred . . . displayed . . . The moonlight dancing . . .

She was his plaything now . . . Helpless . .. Caught in his web between the trees.

Jack stroked slowly . . . admiring his scene.

He stood close behind her and lightly traced down her arms - her sides . . . .kissed her neck . . . Her shoulders. He pulled her head back and kissed her mouth - hot, wet, passionate.

He made his way around - standing now in front of her - placed himself against her - teasing between her legs - showing her how driven he was . . . How very hard he was . . . 

He could do anything he wanted to her - Intensified, when he felt her own heat.  He slid his member back and forth . . . Slowly . .. easily . . . .  in her wet . . . . 

End of part one . . . . 

Here is my entry for the 12 days of naughti - all at once.  ?

What am I self ishly missing during this pandemic  . . . 

1 - That look

2 - Perfume

3 - Naked skin

4 - Wetness

5 - Moaning

6 - Primal lust

7 - Heat

8 - Soreness

9 - Satisfaction 

10 - After care

11 - Purpose

12 - Love

My friend the poet,

You may not know it,

But theres something 

Id like to make clear -

Ive come to this place

Enjoying your tastes

And its just not the same,

You're not here.

Your clever wit,

And the notes you hit,

Your charm

We all held so dear.

A favor I ask you,

I hope you can do - 

Recover soon,

We need you near.

~ Jack 

I no longer follow conventional religious practices, and I certainly mean no disrespect to anyone who does.

This poem has always deeply touched my heart - not necessarily in the context intended

How many out there tear up when reading this?

There is someone longing to be carried, and someone longing to carry . . . For everyone.

The lonely and broken hearted must believe and hold on to faith.

Your sun will shine once again.

⚘

Girls - what is your favorite part of a mans body to look at?

Dressed/undressed?

Apart from my usual posts a bit - on this Saturday . . . 

What is the role of modern man?

What is the role of modern woman?

So many taboo lines we dance upon in this BDSM lifestyle. 

"Im going to tie you up and beat you!"

"I want you to tie me up and beat me"

There were times and places when such things were never to be spoken aloud, even though the desires were persistant.

And times/places (thanks cage ☺) when one might be proud to publicly discuss such behaviors.

One day a college girl wrote a story . . . 

IT OUTSOLD THE BIBLE!

outsold JK Rowlings masterpiece.  . . 

Broke records.

To this day I am still dumbfounded as to why!?

As "man" evolves, -  technology,  etc - I wonder if there is some confusion as to what todays man is supposed to be.  Likewise for women.

Thoughts?

Thick, pouting, dirty lips . . . Hot red lips that drip . . . Tell me lies slut! I want to crack them - make them bleed - and then lick it from her face - I want to be crushed by those lips!. I want to beg her - cum on her - and beg again. I want to ache for her. . . . Kiss me slut! . . . Kiss me! - Damn you! . . . . Please . . . . Please . . .  . . . Kiss me . . . .

Eyes that cry . . . Eyes that bury me . . . Fuck you! . . . Love me darling, my love . . . .love me! . . . Those eyes! . . . Eyes that cry . . . 

Hips that can take my whip - saucy, round hips . . .  slide into those perfect thighs . . . Soft flesh . . . Soft soft Flesh . . . . 

I love to watch her brush her hair . . . Long, long . . . Slow . . . Sensual . . . Yes, like that my love . . . Yes . . . . I want to drag her by it! . . . Thick beautiful hair . . . I want to clench my fists in her hair . . . Hide my face in her beautiful hair . . . Do it bitch! Do it!!  . . . 

Tits thats tease me . . . Look at them! . . . Oh those tits! . . . Hard . . . Put a godamn bra on! . . . I want to suck on them . . . Harder! . . . Harder! . . . The scent . . . The feel of her perfect tits . . . I want to bite them . . . 

I woke up with a boner . . . .