Indecipherable Scrawlings

So I was explaining Star Wars canon to a friend.  How under Lucas there was 'G' and 'T' and 'C' and so on tiers of canon.  And how they all more or less powerful fixed the rules in place and how higher tiers could override lower.

But now it's all about the D.

Even though now there is only D, not all Ds are equal.  So the bigger you are the more you can swing your weight around.  Use that big D energy to truly put your stamp on the Star Wars story.  And if someone is reticent you got to force it down their throats.  Really make them take that D.

For some reason my friend wouldn't stop giggling.

A shiver ran through our combined bodies as I felt it.  My fingers tightened their tenuous grip on sweat slickened hips as I shoved myself forwards, deeper into the tight embrace of her ass.  The nearly sizzling lube only adding to the blazing heat between us and only the sensation providing relief as I sucked in the warm humid air.

Yet I shivered as I filled her ass.  Despite the heat despite her warmth I felt waves of cold washing along my cock.  Frigid bumps and rough textures rubbed my length through the velvet glove of her ass.  Slowly giving way as I slammed my hips into her.  The dildo of ice adding to the flood of juices leaking from her excited pussy as I took her.  I could feel her uncontrolled excitement trembling through  her the mix of sensations stoking the fire within her,  it wanted to cool off.

One hard thrust buried me inside her and I used my weight to force her chest down.  She gasped as he hanging tits submerged into the ice water.  The cold shock driving the breath from her.  Shock that made all her muscles tense.  Too much sudden pressure for me and I grunt as I pumped into her.

Falling back I panted in muggy air.  Hardly noticing how she cleaned me with a wipe.  I did notice her lips sliding over my cock head.  Gasping again my heart skipped as I felt her burning tongue chasing ice cubes around my cock.

"Good girl" I grunted, "Don't want to waste the ice"

"Apologizing for something?"  The cashier nods at my roses.

Me picturing exactly what I intend to do with a bundle of twelve thorn covered stems, "Might have to..."

It is not the encroaching darkness that is frightening.  Or the fact no rage at the dying of the light or iron will can slow the dark's progress.  But what frightens me is no matter how closely I examine it, how deeply I analyze the darkness, I can see no light and hear only one thing. The mocking question, "where is the lie?"

"So you didn't mind waking up alone?"  I asked again.

"No it was perfect."  She smiled brightly, "Waking up bruised and dirty.  Naked and uncovered.  Feeling so thoroughly used.  I loved it."

"And the money helped you feel a little extra whorish?

Still smiling she took a sip of coffee before asking, "What money?"

"The five hundred bucks I left on your nightstand, tucked underneath your book rolled up in your panties.  My rent money."

"Definitely didn't see anything like that."  She said sweetly, putting down her coffee and getting up from the table.

"Is that a new bag?"  I rose after her.

"Yes, I worked extra hard this month so I thought I'd treat myself."

"But you don't have a job..."  I looked over to find only the receding echo of her shoes on the sidewalk.

So say you're going to spank someone, but for an added bit of spice you decide to use a sword cane (with it scabbarded of course).  Would that qualify as:

A) Flogging

B) Caning

C) Knife Play

For those curious the current leading answers is actually D) Why are you like this?

She approached cautiously.  A cat slinking towards it's food dish but not sure the dog had actually disappeared.  Watchful and waiting.

It was easy to explain her hesitance.  She had broken the rules and knew I would punish her for it.  It was our nature.  Mine to impose order and hers to tug at the constraints she wore so happily around her neck.  I could see her worry at what was in store for her.  Concern tinged by excitement I noted with some announce as I returned to my meal.  Cautious she waited beside the table, not wanting to poke too hard at my buttons, until I gesture for her to sit across the table from me.

Settling her napkin in her lap she hesitated and asked, "Is being denied dinner my punishment?"

"Nope, dig in."  I gestured to the simple but fine dish if rice and chicken I'd prepared.

"Oh, am I getting a spanking?"  She asked after cutting into her chicken breast.

"You'd enjoy that."  I chuckled as he took a thoughtful bite.

"Time out?"  She said after a second bite, her cheeks flushing with color.

"Those don't seem to have worked."  I grumbled over her repeated soft coughs.

"Are we just going to drop journaling?"  She sounded slightly dejected.  Or as dejected as she could over another cough and a loud sniffle to fight a suddenly runny nose.

I shook my head.  She enjoyed the task, just like being made to do it even more.  Beet red and alarmed she managed to ask, "You're not going to give me the silent treatment?"

"Of course not."  I smiled reassuringly.

"Then what are you going to do to me?"  She said reaching for her water that I quickly moved out of reach.  It wouldn't have helped anyway.

"Nothing."  I cooed, "In fact if you run right now and get started I will give you this bottle of milk and yogurt.  Which are quite probably the only dairy products in the house."

As I spoke I lifted both items into view.  My red faced Paramore stared quizzically at them through teary eyes.  Seeing her confusion I lifted my other hand and out the can of hot pepper seeds into view.

She looked from the can to me to the chicken and back again.  Then at the yogurt and milk.  Comprehension slowly dawned.

The chair banged against the floor as she shot off.  And in the few heartbeats I knew I had between now and when she returned to demonstrate just how deserving of my reward she was I attacked my own dinner.  It was a bit spicy but the overwhelming hint of victory made it delicious.

Consciousness came with a face full of bushy brown hair, black in the reflected moonlight.  Cold crept off the white painted stone pressed against my back even as I wrapped a pleasant furnace in my arms.  The mattress creaked beneath me as I shifted so the fuzzy blanket fell more fully around me.  In reaction she stirred, rubbing pleasantly against me as I came fully awake.

My right arm was tucked beneath her and under her breasts, holding her to me, while my left lay lazily across he stomach.  As I nuzzled into her hair, lips pushing towards a hidden neck my left hand wandered.  Moving down with my thoughts to the garden it felt like I'd just vacated.  Sliding over the soft fabric of my t shirt that was so long and baggy on her.  Finding the supple flesh of her knee and slowly drawing back up as my first kiss pressed into the nap of her neck.  She giggled sleepily as my nails drew a long her thigh.  Her squirming took on a more purposeful grinding as I reached the thin fabric of her panties.  My fingers pushed between her thighs, brushing and tracing her as my right hand took up the task of working up the shirt.  Slipping awkwardly underneath as I grabbed one of her bountiful tits.  Pawing and grabbing with hunger at odd with the gentle teasing caresses along her lips.  Her hips began to rock, grinding her ass back into me as she often soft sleepy moans.  Rolling back I gave her more room and she followed, eagerly exposing herself to my touch.  My teeth grazed the side of her neck, nibbling and tasting as I kissed up her chin my fingers pushing into her folds through already damp fabric.  I reached her ear and froze.

In the pale washed light of a dull moon I saw we were no longer alone.  In a not unheard of move the two girls sharing this dorm room had pushed their beds together to maximize floorspace and provide a luxuriously spacey bed.  A few hours ago I had whole heartedly approved of this, now as I starred at the roommate's back and listened to her soft snoring I felt it was the worst thing in the world.  Particularly as the girl ground her ass against my groin to restart stalled fingers.

"She's back."  I whispered before my hands resumed their work largely on the orders of another traitorous head.

I felt my playmate bite her lip, could feel the desire slipping across my fingers fighting her modesty.  Even still I was not expecting the husky whisper, "As long as we don't wake her up."

Grinning from ear to ear I pushed the blanket off and climbed over her.  Kissing her to stop any noise as I pushed her down onto the bed beneath me.  I found the hem of my borrowed shirt and pulled it up and off.  I spun it, twisting it it into one long string of cloth before tying it tightly around one wrist.  Looping the cord around the head board I pulled her other wrist up and tied it off as well.  Her back arched as she tugged lightly at her impromptu binding, puffing out her impressive chest and inviting my fingers to find her nipples as I drank in the sight  beneath me.

Naked and glowing in the wan moonlight with a fan of dark hair beneath her she was beautiful.  Worry and excitement chased themselves across her face until I began to twist and roll her nipples and then there was desire and the guilty pleasure of doing what you should not.  She flushed with excitement that seemed to make the lingering marks of my touch burn in the moonlight.

Freeing my cock I pulled her panties aside.  Driving my length along her slide and grazing over her clit.  Sharp stubble scratched pleasantly at me before plunged back into heated velvet.  With a grin I shushed her first real moan.

It was then in that pause as put on the condom she looked over at her sleeping roommate.  Concern began to creep back into her.  She jumped as I whispered suddenly in her ear.

"Ready?"

"Yes."  She said and my hand took her by the neck and forced her to look at me.  See only me.

Even as I sat back.  Lifting her up and thrusting myself in.  Rocking my hips as I silently fucked her.  Only the soft squeaking of the mattress as I moved.  We both bit our lips, stifled the noises we'd shared earlier.  I could only feel her.  Soft and warm, but constricting in hard deliberate spasms.  The only control she could take and in having the rest taken from her she delighted in it.

I felt her spasm around my cock as I asked, "And how would she felt if she woke up and found me using you like a sex toy?"

Squirming as much as she could in my grip she whispered back, "You're an evil man."

I leaned over her.  By mutual consent we both needed more.  I needed more leverage.  More force.  It seemed the noise of my hammering heart would wake the dead.  The racing tattoo of her pulse could summon an army.  Both easily covering the beds protest as I jackhammered down into her.

Covering her mouth with mine as our bodies were reduced to spasming wrecks I smothered a groan.  There was nothing I could do to covering my panting or hers as we lay literally joined at the hip.

Eventually I heard her ask, "Is she still asleep?"

"Why, want to go again?"

Samuel Clemens, better known as Mark Twain, had something of a facility with language.  So much so that as a young newspaper man he was able to convince his boss to send him to Hawaii.  Upon his arrival on that island paradise he found himself standing on a secluded beach watching a dozen beautiful women frolicking naked in the surf.

Moved only by the mostly gentlemanly of motive he proceeded to sit on their clothes so that they wouldn't be stolen.

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...