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3 weeks ago. March 7, 2024 at 10:50 AM

The best thing about having a sub is you can do traditional relationship things like movie night.  And if she tries to steal you popcorn or talk through the good scene hog tying and gagging her is not only an option but seen as a reward...

1 month ago. February 24, 2024 at 11:13 AM

Really the only surprise was that I had a mortar and pestle nestled amongst the coffee cups.  It made a weirdly soothing sound as the last clumps were reduced to a fine powder that I eventually transferred to a counter scale.  Comparing the weight to my scrawled calculations, then checking again I grunted in satisfaction.  Looking up I found her watching me, curled atop her stool as if she meant to flee even as excitement danced in her eyes.  Apparently having lost herself in observing my work it took her a moment to notice the shift in my attentions.

"Sure about this?"  I asked again.

She smiled in a manner undoubtedly meant to be reassuring but was instead a twisted combination of manic excitement and jittering nerves, "I am, I want you to be free to do anything."

Her delicious relish at the last word plucked my lips into my own smile as I carefully slid the powder into the juice and began to stir.  Her hands shook as I handed her the cup but before I could say anything she downed the entire thing.  Grimacing and sticking out her tongue I laughed at the obvious answer to my question on the taste of the concoction and took back the glass.  Cleaning up was easy and quick but I noticed a little vacancy settling on her features as I finished.  Still the kiss she gave me was fierce and her step as I lead her to the couch bouncy.  Settling onto my lap she curled against my chest, leaning into me as I stroke her hair while I consider what would come next.

I didn't have long to wait.  First she still against me.  Her breathing deep and regular as she nuzzled deeper into my warmth.  Not changing at all as I cradled her and stood.  She was completely out.

Carefully placing her down on the bed I slowly peeled away the thin shirt and shorts that were the only thing she wore.  Exposing skin as brilliant as marble in the moonlight, and as fine an example of beauty as any statue.  But unlike a statue she was warm, and so very soft beneath my caressing fingers.  There was a satisfying crack as an imprint of my hand appeared on her ass.  A stark red mark that failed to produce anything more than some nonsensical mumbling.

Grinning evily I nearly ran to the kitchen to retrieve the last few things I needed.  Foremost amongst them my growler.  Over a foot long, four inches wide and as phallic shaped as a tourist kitsch shop could get while still remaining "family" friendly it was an impressive beer container though not something to drink from in polite company.  It was also delightfully cold to the touch.  Making her shiver as I shifted her into position.

Safely wedged on her side between pillows to stop her rolling over I took a moment to tie her hair back away from her face.  Next I tucked the blankets gently around her and checked to make sure the gatorade bottles were on the bedside table and easily in reach.  Stopping only to retrieve my growler and kiss her forehead I went back out to the living room.

Droping onto the couch I took a sip of beer before putting on my headset and picking up the controller, "Hey guys."

A confused gabble of voices eventually resolved itself into a single question, "Wasn't it date night."

"It was but she dozed off."  I answered truthfully, "But before she did she said I could do anything I wanted."

1 month ago. February 21, 2024 at 11:52 AM

It began as an uncomfortable groan that quickly escalated to a distorted shout as her entire body tensed.  Flexing against the restraints as her bottom muscles clamped down against the sudden intrusion, cold sharp edged plastic that I pushed steadily on despite the resistance.  With a low hiss she tried to relax tense muscles, to surrender to my inevitable progress.  Or at least I assumed it was meant to be a hiss, the scarlet ring forcing her lips apart left everything a bit indistinct.

Finishing putting the marker somewhere safe my fingers checked the cuffs holding wrists and ankles together and the strap connecting the pair.  Straightening I plucked the leash hanging taught from the ceiling and smiled into the mirror where we both admired my handy work.  Not that she had any choice but to look.  I had put her hair into a pony tail and tightly braided that around the leash leaving her unable to turn her head.  Just as the partial hogtie and board wedged between her knees left her frozen, kneeling before the mirror.  Completely helpless before me.

A point I emphasized by reaching down to tug idly at the binder clips decorating the lovely breasts I had labelled 'cock pillows' in large bold letters with the aforementioned marker.  It hadn't been the only part of her I'd labeled.  I'd started with 'smackable' along the inside of one thigh before loosening up.  "Insert here" with an arrow spread across the bottom of her stomach.  'Fuck' and 'hole' covered flushed cheeks.  Giant letters boldly proclaimed 'Whore' on her forehead.  Her eyes flicked between those and the other not so tender endearments as I grunted and rested my hands on her shoulders.  She shivered.  Wondering at what comes next and in response to the wand jammed into her slit, its head glistening with her excitement.  For a moment I leaned forward, forcing her down onto the wand as the collar rose higher on her neck, as we studded the slut in the mirror.  Then my fingers curled around her neck and I heaved.  The leash slipped its hook and I dropped her.  As she sprawled on her face I unclipped ankles and wrists before leaving her to writhe as I sat comfortably a little distance away.

"Come here" I said, simply and firmly.

For a moment she stared in disbelief, shrugging arms still bound behind her back.  I merely glanced at the paddle resting on the bed.  She began to crawl, worm really.  Sliding herself the short distance between us painfully slowly.  Come to rest at my feet.

"Knees."  My voice was cold, flat, and harsh without rising an octave.

She struggled.  She failed.  Once.  Twice.  Three times.  Then I had her by the hair.  Yanking her up as I unzipped my pants and pushed myself towards her welcoming mouth.

For a moment I merely let her fumble.  Bound and gagged she ineptly tried to take me in but failed.  My grip tightened on her hair.

"Can't you even do this?"  I let myself growl for the first time as I forced myself into her.

She was useless I growled.  Only fit to be used like this I rumbled as I took firm hold of her and began to pump.  She sputtered and gasped.  Trying to pull away.

"Need to be shown exactly what you're good for."  I snarled as she began to relax.  Letting me take over.  Melting into being my toy.

4 months ago. November 17, 2023 at 10:31 AM

For a moment all I did was admire her naked beauty. Her skin tinged with nervousness and excitement as her bountiful chest heaved in anticipation. Hair drawn up into a tight bun hidden beneath the clasped fingers of her upraised arms as she stood with feet shoulders width apart trembling slightly as she felt my roaming gaze.

She jumped a little as my hand fell on her waist, prevented by the thick blindfold from seeing it or my kiss coming. My lips pulled at hers, drawing her head up as our tongues began to dance in feverish anticipation. As my hand rose and cupped one breast her excitement moan mixed with my hungry growl in our kiss. The soft flesh yielded beneath exploring fingers that dug a little deeper and greedily with each passing moment till her nipple rolled in my firm grasp. I pinched as I kneaded the pressed my palm against her surging chest pushing up with the nail of my thumb against my index finger, nipple trapped between. She shivered in response, then gasped as the clamp clicked into place. I nibbled at her lower lip while attaching the other clamp, letting their cold chains dangle across flushed skin before raised them up as I slowly clasped the collar around her neck. A single firm tug ensured the clamps were in place and started her into motion.


I lead her to the bed and then draped her across a pillow resting on the footboard that had always been just too high. I saw her go on tip toes as I took her wrists and drew her on. The cuffs snapped on, the rope taut, and her arms held. I let my fingers ghost lightly down her arm as I moved back, coming to rest on her should as bent over her from behind. I felt her blazing heat, trembling need as I stood back up. The motion raking my nails down either side of her spine, pushing firmly into satin smooth skin. Down her back, pausing only for a playful slap at her rump, onto her thighs and then calves. My teeth replaced the nails as I distracted myself from securing her ankles with little nips. Soon though she was totally shackled in place and my hands worked their way back up the inside of her legs. Leisurely heading to the intersection where I was greeted with a fevered moan as my hand brushed over her inflamed pussy. My fingers submerged into scalding warmth as I parted her slit, moving into her folds and exposing her to my hot breath. She tried to rock back, move in anyway to speed up my languid teasing, but she couldn't and that only made her more desperate.
Still I did not slid into her welcoming embrace or caress her throbbing clit, lingering instead on her lips. The snap of the first binder clip was covered by her sudden yelp. As was the second. And the third. Fourth. Fifth. The sixth though only produced a whimper. A hiss greeted my middle finger pushing into her asshole. The sudden intrusion and chilly layer of lube making her tense and groan. The intrusion came again and again. Three quick thrust forcing more lube in each time before I pressed her plug into her, steady pressure seeing it in above fresh groans. Leaving its ruby base winking invitingly at me.


An invitation I answered eagerly. My heart rate started to quicken as I let the corded leather tails of my whip drop onto her back. A tender introduction between two parties I desperately want to get better acquainted. She teases as I roll my wrist. Slowly shaking out my arm in wide arms that bring the tails flicking lamely across her back and thighs. But I am warming to my work in more ways than one. Grinning as the whip begins to crack. Smiling as I begin to truly leave my mark on her. Feeling the simple joy of creation as I paint a masterpiece of deepening red lines across her. Some darken considerably as my tempo really ramps up, the incessant cracking a counterpoint to the wailing scream broken by desperate pleading from my canvas. Despite the frenzy coming over my I feel some part of my brain careful parsing her every utterance, searching for those magic words or the sound of the clicker in her hand. Thankfully all I hear is encouragement to go on.


One final swipe with my whole arm, the impact filling the room with its wonderful sound and forcing her to flinch into the frame, then I'm done. Done with one stage and leaning over the footboard to grab a handful of her hair. Yanking her head back, seeing the red face and feeding the handle of the whip into a gaping mouth. I push it deep, feeling her whole body spasm against the intrusion while I know its only a distraction. The first binder clip slides off with a dull click. I pull the rest off in turn. Stifling the screams I feel vibrating through my tool. Last comes the plug, joining the small pile of discards on the floor I quickly cover with the pillow that had been separating her from the wooden frame.


I press my hip eagerly into her backside, feeling the raw heat of a furnace washing off her. Grinding absently against her burning butt I use her back as a work station to prepare the dildo for the next part. Bending a little I push my cock forward. Letting it smack into sensitive and throbbing lips a few times before pushing into her slit. Finding my bearings I draw back a little, the dildo slotting into place between me and her asshole. Then I slam forward.


In one thrust she is filled. Then its simple primal need. I want her. Need her. Desperately have to use her to slack my own desire. The dildo pushing back into me is uncomfortable so I cover it with increase savagery. Forcing her further onto the bed frame as my pounding makes it shake. Incoherent growls rumble out of my chest as I lose myself in the frantic quivering squeeze that engulfs me. I can feel the pressure building as I slam into her. Inside me, inside her, in the room. Still I need more. So I take it. That is my only thought. Her tight embrace and my need to complete possess it.

I do in a sudden explosion. For a moment there are only stars, my hammering heart, and waves of pleasure. Warm euphoria infusing every aspect of my existence.


Only slowly do I realize I've slumped over. At some point I've bitten her, my arms wrapped around her, hands mauling at chained tits, as my cock continues to spasm within her. I feel utterly drained, my breathing is heavy and ragged. Standing up is an effort. The dildo plops to the floor as I stumble back from her and around to release her wrists. My numb fingers feel clumsy as I do my best to gently massage feeling back into her nipples as I release the clamps. With her ankles free I slowly lift her shaking and spent body down onto the ground.

And for a moment all I do is admire my collection of used and discarded toys...

4 months ago. November 16, 2023 at 10:56 AM

"You can't hurt me."

Words whose sultry delivery does nothing to undercut their inherent lie.  A grip too firm, turn too quick, blow too forceful and there will be screams, and tears, or even a shuddering cessation.  Hurting people is so easy most do it on accident, let alone when I bend my creative faculties towards the task.  Such things are obvious to us both, just as obvious as her smiling invitation is to be hurt.  To feel exquisite agony.  Sharp sensation sparking into a cerebral storm of sensation as to numb of still turbulent thoughts.  To focus everything on this singular moment were there are only waves of tantalizing experience.  Just as I will use that pain as the underlying percussion to the piece I am conducting, an ever present rumbling.

The words are invitation, challenge, and reassurance.  Just not technically true.

4 months ago. November 15, 2023 at 11:54 AM

In college I was drinking with some friends and my sub.  Things were getting a little out of hand and someone mentioned the old English practice of "auctioning" off wives as a form of divorce.  To much laughter I tied my sub's scarf into a makeshift halter and asked what I could get for her.  At first she was thrilled with the attention and the sudden game.  She was less thrilled when the wining bid turned out to be two beers, a lighter with a cool design on one side, and whatever change I could dig out of the couch cushions.

It was something of a surreal experience to have to include my confidences I should have gotten high five figures for her in an apology.

4 months ago. November 10, 2023 at 7:18 AM

Overhead the moon show brilliantly through the barren branches of slumbering.  Its wan illumination combining with the orange glow of the street lights to turn strands of vibrant gold into dusky locks whose promised dawn came from the dark glittering gems of eyes that sparkled up at me.  Those eyes spoke of worry, concern and impatience as they slowly bobbed up and down.  Flickering away as the wind sighed, stirring rustling leaves that swirled about in a cascade of dull brown, fearing some approach to this half secluded spot.  The cold bite of the wind and that concern sending goosebumps crawling across her, reaching even up to the back of her head where I held her, feeding her desire to end this punishment as quickly as possible.  A desire propelling her flicking and slithering tongue into frantic caresses along my throbbing cock even as her neck tensed, trying to move faster then my grip permitted.

But I took my time, enjoying myself fully.  As I had enjoyed making her stand and twirl in front of me.  Drinking in her outfit, the care she had put into it and how it made her glow.  A glow I exposed one article at a time.  Slowly, carefully.  Taking in the sight of each step from every angle.  Having her neatly fold and stack her jacket, skirt, shirts, bra and thong on the bench next to me.  Leaving her kneeling on my jacket in nothing but her high heeled boots.  I liked those boots.

A long lingering tease on a chilly night.  The cold air contrasting sharply with her warm mouth and eager tongue.  Making me shiver as I slowly drew her up and down.  The pop as I pulled her off sounded remarkably loud in the quiet night.  Nearly as loud as her frustration as I released her and tore open a condom.  Still she knelt obediently as I slid it on and responded instantly when I commanded she come up.  Straddling and posed above me my hands burning against her cold skin.  I drew her towards me, hands moving up her back as I drew her down finding she was still warm as I pierced her.  Expertly flexing and tensing around my cock, her pussy sending spasms of pleasure through me as her desire found a fresh expression.  I curled my fingers around her shoulder blades pulling her the last of the way down.  With exquisite slowness my nails raked down her naked back, leaving behind trails of fire as my teeth left clear marks around one nipple.  She fought against giving us away with a scream.  Settling my hands just below her ribs I started drawing her up and down.  Using her.  Pumping her like an oversized fleshlight.  Growling the description to her, feeling her quiver in involuntary excitement at it.  Hearing the moans begin to escape her as I shared my warmth with her.  Forced it into her.  One of my hands fell smacking into her butt hard, loudly.  But it was my pinky sliding into her ass that made her lose control.  Her head snapped down, teeth pushing through my shirt and into my shoulder.

I growled in response.  Standing and turning with her still on me.  Slamming her into the table, pushing the flabby part of my hand into her mouth to stifled her as I fucked her.  Pounding into her.  Dragging her naked back over the pitted wood of the table.  My free hand pressing into her breast.  One last feral growl rumbled from my chest as her screams strangled on my hand.  One last explosive thrust.

Then I slumped over the table.  The only sound our ragged breathing fluttering up through the barren branches to the bright moon.

5 months ago. October 14, 2023 at 12:18 PM

She continues to squirm.  Sharp spasms of legs locked immovably into a bar securely anchored to the floor.  Twitching arms that only succeeded in drawing the eyelet on the front of leather harness around her waist back and forth.  The movement catching the stop of the chain, drawing it and the clamps they were connected to tight.  The pressure on her nipples just making her squirm again.

Though in truth most of the squirming was probably my fault.  I could hear her spluttering, the desperate flare of nostrils.  I feel the plastic ring and flailing tongue as I lowered myself again.  Pushing deeper at a glacial pace as I keep a careful count.  Giving her just enough time to rest before I return to fucking her mouth.  Using it.  Both for my own pleasure and to remind her that every breath is my gift.  Still the squirming is getting worse.  I let myself drop further on my knees, pushing my cock deeper into my mouth, feeling her gag.  The hand I had been using to steady myself snaps.  Her pussy burns at its hasty touch and her scream buzzes through me.

I shift off her and she cough in fresh air.  Still idly tracing her curves with the pinwheel with one hand my other traces its way down her stomach.  Nails kissing soft skin before I bump into the cold plastic still buzzing away.  I ignore it just long enough to tear away the rest of the duct tape holding it in place.  That produces a complicated noise from her as the motion also yanks the chain, the sharp teeth of the clamps digging in desperately to stay in place.  I don't give her time to rest though.  One hand draws complicated shapes with the pin wheel across her chest.  The other drives the vibrator into her.  Each thrust rammed home to the hilt, each withdrawn drawing the chain taught.  My entire hand follows the thrust, calloused palm driving steel links down onto an an already oversensitive clit.  Grinding.  Thrusting.  Teasing.  The squirming is getting much worse.

My knuckles brush her throat as I reach under her collar.  The movement slow, gentle.  My other hand burying the vibrator in one savage thrust  and clamping down on her belt.  Then I stand, dragging her up with me.  I hold her, one hand sliding back down to manipulate the toy as I let her get her feet.  My tender embrace also allows me to get at the leash swishing behind her and I draw it up.  Pulling it up and onto a hook.  There's little slack in it.  Any buckling of those wobbly knees will constrict the collar around her neck.  Something I gently remind her of even as I promise dire consequences if she lets the toy drop.  Threatening to whip her ass red as I nibble at her ear, my hands moving along her sides to tuck up under her arms.  My nails sink into a tender breast as other fingers trace her chin.  A growl reverberates out of my chest as I thrust into her ass.  No where to go she is forced to accept it with a moan I take the liberty of choking off.

Raw need drives my hips, sending me hammering into her.  There is no squirming now, just a constant shiver as sensation wracks her body.  She is in constant motion and frozen in place.  My iron grip giving her slack by immobilizing her.  Pleasure jolting through her as I take my own.  Our noises the unintelligible song of lust and desire.  Cascading towards a brutal crescendo.  Both imminent and forever away, but crashing home all in one instant of pleasure that sends stars spiraling across my eyes.

A good beginning I think

5 months ago. October 11, 2023 at 10:09 AM

So today there was a season discussion about which monster we'd like to be.  Obviously the subject of vampires came up pretty quickly.  One of my coworkers was surprised when I dismissed being one pretty much out of hand.

"Why?"  They asked.

"No heart beat means no blood flow...means no blood rushing to certain places.  What's the point in immortality if nothing will arise?"

There was a moment of silence at that before a horrified look spread across another colleague's face, "Wait.  Does that mean if you die...hard, you'll stay hard for all eternity?"

"Would explain why Dracula needed three wives."

7 months ago. August 16, 2023 at 10:30 AM

I tied the belt around the tree, letting it rest in the stump of a fallen branch.  My fingers slid easily into the slack between fraying cloth and rough bark as I circled around till soft flesh replaced bark.  My fingers idly traced the delicate windpipe as I felt the frantic hammering if a heart racing with nervousness and excitement.  Moving down the neck my fingers traced along bare shoulders then up arms prickling with goosebumps to a rope with no slack that pinned her hands above her head.  One quick check and I moved down again.  Stopping only briefly to twist the hair ties now securing nipples I let my hands drink in her skin.  Pulling her closer as I wrapped about her stomach and squeeze her ass hard enough to make her gasp.  Still further down onto thighs already parted but now pulled apart as I lifted her.

A hiss escaped her.  Lifting slid her back along coarse bark.  Soft sensitive skin abraded by rough, uneven wood.  Her face faded into pleasure as I leaned in for a kiss.  Grinding our hips I pushed myself into her, grunting as she enfolded me.

For a few moment I rocked gently into her.  Then I let her drop.  The belt caught on the broken branch and suddenly there was no slack.  Her eyes went wide as she choked, hands futilely struggling.  Then I slammed back into her, driving her back up.  She moaned as she tasted air again.  Then the process repeated.

Each savage thrust grated her back along the bark.  Rubbing and pulling, picking at the skin.  I hammered into her, fingers digging deep into her thighs.  Fucking her with wreckless abandon.  Wilder and wilder, harder and harder.  Each new pass another peak of pain.  But each new agony bringing the breath of life.  A moment of perfect pleasure speaking above a roiling sea of sweet torment.

Closer and closer together until they blurred into one.  Ecstacy and agony inseparable.  A cacophony of sensation that filled her mind and exploded into a buzzing numbness that left only clarity in its wake.