Kinky Story Wizard Challenge

Kinky Story Wizard Challenge

SSG{ENM-TLP} • Apr 22, 2020

See the following blog post for more details. Forum participants are encouraged to participate.

https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=59572

Onlinedomguy​(dom male) • Apr 22, 2020

I might give this a try. I enjoy writing erotica, especially about the world in which we are here exploring. I have not written recently very much but maybe this is the exercise I need to start those creative juices flowing again. I tend to write more when I am feeling whole, for me that is when I have someone in my life who is what I desire and need most. I am not in that situation for the time being, so maybe this will give me the kick in the ass I sometimes seem to need. Great ideal!

FloraDragon​(dom male){Roaming Wi} • Apr 23, 2020

It was a stunner sunny day, not a cloud to be seen, Stan was ecstatic, not only was he healthy he was with the beautiful Felicity, not normally spontaneous he decided not to fiddle-faddle about and on a whimsical ideas they had entered the park, and bought a vanilla ice-cream, being gallant he paid after 10 minutes he was desperate to use the toilet and seeing an old antiquated public loo he went in, to say it was past it’s heyday was understatement it smelt like a rank dungeon. He stood ready to pee wondering if he had aftercare sun cream at home – be became aware of someone standing next to him, talk about a beast of a man, he could imagine him in a gay porn films dressed the leather fetish bondage gear. Well he relaxed his bladder, to his horror it went everywhere covering the walls, floor and this beast of a man – clearly the aftermath of this disaster and Stan decided to retreat as quick as possible before the man made a scene and twaddle him. Stan explained the problem and she gave her consent to end the date, mind you it would give her time to consider the contract she had recently received from a protective Dom.

Stan went to see a doctor, flop it out he said and make it snappy, the table was slightly above Stans limits and standing on tip toes we watched as the Dr got out a magnifying glass this magnifier impressed Stan making his manhood look majestic. The Dr said I see the problem it is full of holes, making some notes he said go and see this man. Stan said is he a specialist or something? No the Dr replied, he plays the clarinet he will put you on a training course on how to cover the holes with our fingers as you pee.

Literate Lycan​(dom male) • Apr 24, 2020

It was in the aftermath of a vanilla relationship that lasted a decade too long that I realized I needed to test the limits of my life. I was not necessarily new to the scene as I’d dipped my toe in some time ago, but ultimately felt I was naive and lacked sufficient training to be who I felt I was destined to be.

I’d heard in the heyday of the Old Guard, there were rules and mentoring to be had, but with the current availability of the internet and copious amounts of online libraries, I dove in head first to discover the various fetish arenas and desires that I might enjoy and might line up with my mindset. But online reading only goes so far, and I felt it was time to shift into the real.

I’d met a stunner online, acquainting myself first with her mind and then getting to know her core before I even knew what she looked like. We matched on so many levels that quite frankly, I was scared. Where had this been all my life? And then it dawned upon me: I wouldn’t have been prepared for this in my earlier life, as I was only now ready to see.

She had a felicity with words that drew me to her. And I was the gallant and debonair charmer who matched her intelligence and wit prose for prose. There was no twaddle between the two of us as our snappy and playful banter extended into the realms of whimsical play. She touched me to the core as I gave rise to her mind and sent electricity through her heart to her thighs with but a few delicious comments. There as no written or verbal contract that could ever conjure up the way our relationship was evolving in its own unique manner - an no words could ever capture the essence of our being.

We decided to delve into a Dungeon together, intent upon expanding my understanding and learning with her at my side. I wanted to explore and expand, but only as us two, and we found the proper place.

We arrived at the place with its majestic awning and surreal entrance. A well groomed man and attractive woman stood at the door, welcoming those who came in and requesting invitations to attend. I’d contacted the event in advance and requested invitations, and after a proper vetting, had received two - one for myself and one for her.

It was in fact bondage night and a master of the rope was teaching a class on Shibari. I was keenly intent upon advancing my limited skills, and this excited and captured My girl’s imagination. I had gone so far as to bring my own rope, purchased specifically for the occasion after detailed research and inquiry - and discussions with My one. I had gone with simple white cotton rope I’d found for beginners. I had much to learn.

As we entered the Dungeon, we stopped at the coat check and left our overcoats. I was in green jeans and a collar-less shirt that adhered to my torso. I also removed my shoes as I’m a natural beast in my core. My girl left her overcoat as well, stepping out in baby shorts and a t-shirt. I found her incredibly sexy and was proud as she curled up on my arm.

We watched as the Master of the rope attended to his submissive, expertly tying her with Asanawa - jute rope. He was speaking as he tied about kinbaku- the sensual and artistic practice of the rope. His submissive was a beautiful, full-figured woman with long auburn hair and a jovial laugh. As the rope entwined about her, she giggled or laughed initially, and then I watched as her eyes took on a distant glaze. As he wound the rope, I watched his hand delicately touching her, hidden to the rest of the crowd as they lost the measure and meaning of how in-depth the art could lead.

I felt My girl catching the nuances of each touch and weave of the rope. We felt it together and my energy teamed within me to experience this with her.

As the Master finished his tie, he hoisted his submissive into suspension. Her face was in full ecstasy as she hung weightless above.

Turning to the onlookers, he offered to assist any who wished to join in. My girl raised her hand and looked to me, gasping and holding her breath. Her eyes were alight and I felt her energy brimming into me. I nodded and we stepped forward, my bag of rope in hand.

We shook hands. His grip was definitely that of a Master craftsman, strong hand for one who worked well with his fingers. Mine was equal to the task as years of training and fists have tightened them down. He smiled as we exchanged grips and nodded.

“You’ll do.” Was all he said, and lead us to the side, just below his submissive.

We began, he leading my hands while I began the tie. I bound My girl in the classic ebi I would learn later. He was careful and respectful not to touch her as he felt our connection, but he was considerate enough to ensure I didn’t tie too tight or against the wrong joints. I paid attention to every word or gesture he made and felt the excitement rolling up from My girl.

When I was done, she was bent forward, her ass in the air with arms tied gently behind her. I glanced at that perfect ass.

I was nervous. Electric inside. I knelt down next to My girl and whispered. “Are you ready?” She nodded in consent, silently accepting my desires and will as she slipped closer and closer to her sub-space.

I stood and glanced my palm gently down her soft cheeks before giving a sharp smack. I felt the intake of her breath as I delivered a successive round of open handed swats to her cheeks. I felt the heat rising as I also felt her body reacting. She slipped deep into her space as her ass rose and her head sunk.

From behind I heard a voice, “Fiddle-Faddle! Just fuck her!”

Before I could respond, the Master of Rope turned and silenced the jerk. I smiled as I tended to my task at hand and continued with just the right strength of impact on each successive blow. I felt My girl shifting as I saw the wetness spread across the shorts from her hot and tempting box. With her legs and arms bound as she was, she was in the perfect position for impact play and I was in My own zone, humming with our duel energy as I ate up what she was giving off.

As if on queue I knelt beside her and slipped my hand up her shorts, sliding a finger in past her lips and allowing my free hand to snake up under and pinch a nipple. I whispered into her ear as I began to play, “Not yet, little one. We are close!”

I heard a gurgled response as her body shook. I toyed and slid my fingers in deeper, reaching the points I knew would work. She continued to quake as I pinched her nipples harder; first the one and then the other, and my fingers worked her box with precision. I could feel we were both on the edge as she rose in her space.

In a frantic hammering of my fingers through her wet hips, I whispered, “Give it to Me now!” And her entire body erupted, shaking within the ties that bound her. There was nothing except us as we felt her orgasm crash through both of us. I felt silence descend upon us as if the rest of the world did not exist.

I could not tell if my hand continued to move or if it was just the rhythmic convulsing of her body that echoed through my forearm, but we stayed in our pose for an eternity before I began to come down. I felt as if we were suspended higher than the ceiling, yet felt myself falling like a slow feather.

My hand slipped back out and I curled My girl up in my arms, giving us both aftercare. I whispered soothing words to her for long moments before I began to slowly unbind her.

The Master of the Rope joined us to the side, kneeling and watching. He smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, not wanting to interrupt our moment but showing his great pleasure in me as a student.

We rose, my arms wrapped around and protecting her as she curled up into me. We made our way to the coat check and we gathered our possessions as we made our way towards the door.

I was met at the exit by the Master who extended his hand and offered me a card. “Call me and we can schedule you two private lessons if you would care to learn more.”

I thanked him and we made our way out.

SSG{ENM-TLP} • Apr 24, 2020

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Morley​(sub female){Max Sterne} • Apr 24, 2020

I wrote mine in my blog....

https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=31880

Great Challenge! ❤️❤️❤️

Mister Anderson​(dom male) • Apr 25, 2020

Berryrotica

No one could look more out of place than Jack Builder – Happy Jack to his friends. This was a land of simple folk, made up mostly of farmers. Not the best customer base for a pie salesman, but he wasn’t too concerned. His father, quite the salesman himself in his heyday, once told Jack:
“A good salesman can sell anything, as long as he knows when to talk twaddle and when to shut his mouth and let the customer speak.”
Happy Jack wore a fancy frock coat and a top hat that was all the rage in France last summer. His long black pants were clean and he had shoes on his feet. The travelling suitcase he carried was covered in velvet the color of the southern seas. He would be quite the gallant figure in even the larger villages. Here, he would probably be taken for a majestic prince or earl.

He was enjoying the fresh air and sun when he came to the first farm. It was set a few hundred feet from the road on what passed for higher ground. Outside the small log house, a young maiden sat on a tree stump, milking what Jack surely thought was the “farm’s” only cow. The girl was a pretty young thing. She wore a woolen tunic that was cinched rather loosely at her pretty waist, and when she leaned over to grip the cow’s teats, Jack was rewarded with a view of hers. They were paler than her sun bronzed She had a head of fiery read hair, tied up in a bun. That caught Jacks attention more than anything else. He had a bit of a fetish for young redheads. He briefly wondered what that glorious hair would look like in the aftermath, when his appetites had been sated. The girl’s legs were bare and partly open as she went about her chores, but she was too far away for Jack to see anything more than a bit of shadow and promise. The whole scene looked like something out of a children’s book – if one didn’t look too closely.
“Well, we can fix that problem easily enough.”

Jack walked just inside the fence, getting his foot in the doorway, so to speak. He began singing a whimsical little tune he had picked up in the brothels of Paris. He ignored the girl for the moment, and put his suitcase on the soft grass.
“There was a maiden fair, with a glorious crown of hair.”

He opened the top of the blue traveling case as he sang, and carefully removed a bone china plate, with a passably decent looking strawberry pie under a glass dome. He’d purchased it for a song, literally, from a middle aged shopkeeper. Jack had a charming voice and when he had asked the woman if her bloomers still had some snap in them (the song was about a lady who bet her bloomers in a back alley card game), she had laughed and playfully slapped his hand.

“Take the pie and get off with yer, ‘Snappy Jack.’ I’ll just have to throw it out today or take it home to my pig of a husband.”
Jack had thanked the woman with a playful slap on the bottom, that had turned into a playful grab at his cock, and ended with a playful fuck in the storage room and a free pie for Jack.

Jack removed a small, brown glass bottle. He removed the small cork and sprinkled a few drops on his hands and face. A strong vanilla scent overpowered the fresh air around him. Jack never knew what kind of pie he’d be selling, but he had found that vanilla always made his customers hungry, no matter what was under the glass domed plate. Finally he removed two small round discs, each one about half the size of the china plate. These were made of dark walnut wood and each had a bright red leather strap that went around one’s hand. They looked a little like shields made for an army of children. A Fancy letter “F” was carved on the front of each disc.

“And the lads, they all wondered,
If she ever was plundered,
Would her bush shine as brightly down there.”

Jack looked up then and saw he had caught the pretty girls attention. He gave her a half wave and returned to his work. The traveling case had four fold out legs and Jack locked them into place, put the pie on the table, took a large step forward and bowed with a flourish of his hands.
The girl stood up and took a few tentative steps toward Jack.

“Sir, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I am standing here, fair maiden, admiring your hair…” Jack smiled brightly when he saw her blush. “And I am going to sell you the world’s greatest training device today. Come see.”
Curiosity get the best of her, and the young woman walked down to the fence, stopping in front of Jack. She craned her neck to see what was on the table, but Jack purposely blocked her view.
She looked up at Jack in annoyance.
“You’re wasting your time Mr. –

“Jack. Happy Jack to my friends. And may I be so bold as to ask your name?”
The girl hesitated for a second before answering.
“It’s Felicity. And there’s nothing that needs training here and there’s no money to buy anything if there was.”
Jack smiled at the girl. Close up and in the morning light, she was a real stunner. Her eyes were bright green and curious. She a delicious slender neck. and full pouty lips. Jack ignored the stirring in his pants for the moment and did his best to keep eye contact with this beauty.

“We can talk about payment later, after you’ve sampled my wares.” Jack stepped aside and made another small flourish.
Felicity frowned. “It’s a pie.”

Jack laughed and put his hand lightly on Felicity’s back and guided her to the table. He stood behind and leaned forward to lift the glass dome, knowing that she’d smell the vanilla.

“Not just any pie, Felicity. This is a strawberry pie, made by the Marque De Sade’s personal pastry chef.
Felicity tried to put some distance between herself and Jack, but she was trapped between him and the table. Well, he smelled nice, and the pie made her hungry. She had baked pies for her father but he was a glutton and she rarely got the chance to enjoy the fruits of her labor.
“The Marquis De Sade? I have never heard of him Sir, and I don’t see how you can train anything with a pie.
She felt the man’s hand on her back again as he leaned forward and broke off a small piece of pie, a piece of flaky crust with two small blood-red strawberries swimming in thick, red jam. The man – ‘Jack. Happy Jack,’ she thought, - held the piece under her chin.
“The Marquis was a famous French nobleman,” Jack whispered. He brought the piece of pie to Felicity’s mouth and she instinctively parted her lips.
“He was a master of the art of bondage, and kept a dungeon filled with all sorts of training devices. I have the more effective ones right here.” Jack let his move lightly down her back, until it was cupping her bottom.
The girl gasped but didn’t move.

“Still, I don’t see…”

She felt his hand press against her backside and stopped talking. How dare he!
“That’s because you haven’t tasted it. This pie is so rare, that one taste on the lips will cause a person to instantly desire to engage in the depraved acts that would make Lucifer himself blush with shame.”

The piece of pie was less than an inch from Felicity’s mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was having some difficulty breathing. Jack saw her perfect, pink tongue, touch her top lip. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer.

“Imagine being able to engaged in your darkest fantasies, with no limits, no taboos unexplored. To do things you didn’t even know existed, without shame or consequences? That’s what one taste of the Marquis pie can give you.

Jack removed his hand from her waist and was pleased to see his customer frown in frustration.
A thick dollop of strawberry jam fell of the pie and landed on Felicity’s chest causing her to gasp. Before she could think, Jack’s hand slipped into her tunic and she felt his hand slide over her breast. The jam felt cool and sticky and Felicity felt her nipples hardening under this stranger’s hand.

‘He’s not a stranger. He’s Jack. Happy Jack.’

She wanted desperately to taste the pie, and then remembered.

“I have no money to pay, sir. Even if I wanted –“ She gasped as she felt Jack pinch one of her nipples.

“As for payment,” Jack said softly, “It will only cost you a kiss. He removed his hand and withdrew a piece of paper from his coat pocket.
“This contract says that you may have a bite of pie and that you consent to allow me to help you fulfill any desires that this sweet, magical pie awakens in you, from now until the sun sets. And if you fulfill your obligations, when the power of the first bite wears off, you may keep the entire pie.”
He waved the paper in front of her face. There was a sticky red thumb print on the blank side. The other side contained a bunch of letters and nonsense words.

Felicity’s breath grew shallow and sharp. Her mouth felt dry and the pie looked wet and inviting.
“I…I don’t know how to write, sir.”
“Deals like this aren’t sealed with ink.” Jack nuzzled Felicity’s slender neck and then bit her hard just blow her ear and next to her pretty throat. Felicity screamed in surprised and Jack felt himself get hard instantly. His bite drew blood and a small rivulet made it’s way down Felicity’s neckline. Jack made a show of making sure blood touched the paper.

“Bargain struck,” Jack whispered, and took the small piece of pie and gently pushed it into Felicity’s hungry mouth and at the same time tearing the cloth belt from her waist.

Felicity cried out in shock. She tasted the pie but it did not taste magical. In fact, she thought it a little plain. Then she felt Jack’s hand pinch a nipple hard enough to make her squeal. Felicity found herself becoming instantly wet down there.

‘It’s really working,’ she thought. Jack bent down and picked up the two wooden discs and immediately headed up to the farm house.
“What are you doing?” Felicity wasn’t sure he had heard her, or that she had even spoke aloud.
“Are you alone?” Jack was practically dragging her behind him.

“What? No. I mean yes. I mean my father is out in the fields until mid-day meal. What are we doing.”

I am fulfilling my obligations to you, Felicity. I promised I would help you fulfill your desires. And so I must.
Jack dragged her to the wooden stump Felicity had been sitting on when he had first laid eyes on her. He pushed her to the ground and before she could protest he had her laying across the stump so that her stomach was on the stump and her head was almost touching the ground.
“My desires? But Sir, I don’t think I desire…whatever this is.

Jack was standing behind her now and he was pushing her tunic up until it bunched up around her waist and Felicity’s ass was exposed. Jack took a moment to appreciate this canvas. He ran his fingers gently up and down her ass, causing her to make a short shrill yelp.
“But it must be your desire, Felicity. Why else would you be laying across your milking tree with your ass exposed for any to see?”
“Wha” Stephenie was confused. It was hard for her to think. She was sure she never wanted to expose herself like this. But the pie ‘had’ made her wet, so it must have been magical, like Jack said. But –

She lost her train of thought when Jack knelt next to her and picked up the two wooden discs. He slid his hands into both straps and held them up for Felicity to see. They were dark wood with a strange symbol on them. It may have been letters, but Felicity had never been taught how to read.
“These are two of my favorite training tools. Felicity, meet Fiddle.

Jack wiggled the disc in his left hand. “And Faddle.” Jack wiggled his right hand. These are the training tools you inquired about.”
Felicity’s eyes widened in fear. “But you said the pie…”

Jack clapped the discs together. They made a sound like thunder and Felicity cried out again. I said the pie was a training tool, and it is. Look how well you’ve responded so far. But these are training tools to, my dear. These are going to set you free.”
Felicity was shaking now. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps.
“Are you sure, Sir. Are you sure this is what I want?”

Jack smiled. “I’m quite certain. It’s all in the contract. Perfectly legal. Now try not to scream and let me fulfill my obligations to you Felicity. I don’t want you to feel as if I cheated you, after all.”

Before Felicity could respond, Jack brought Fiddle down on her left ass cheek. The wood made a sound like a whipcrack as he hit her flesh. The girl screamed just as Jack knew she would. Jack let forth a snarl and hit the other side of her ass with Faddle. The girl screamed louder.
“Please. Please stop. I don’t want this I don’t. This isn’t what I want. You said I would be free to fulfill my desires. This isn’t what I desire!”
She was breathing hard and crying now. Jack could see her tits perfectly now. The tunic didn’t cover them anymore. They were smaller than Jack preferred, but the nipples were large, and engorged.
Jack reached down and viciously pinched one.

“Nooo!” Felicity’s reaction surprised Jack. Not the screaming. That was expected. But she hadn’t tried to move away. There was no useless squirming. No attempt to avoid his hand. Jack turned and saw that the girl had opened her legs. She was inviting him to do more. He was almost sure of it. He looked back at Felicity’s head. Her hair had come undone and it was hanging in front of her face. But he could still make out her eyes. He saw fear there. Fear and something else. Jack felt himself getting hard again.

He went behind Felicity and quickly rained down a series of sharp, stinging blows. Ten on each cheek. Lucy was screaming and wriggling her ass after each blow. Her ass reddened up nicely. Jack could see several “F” imprints on both cheeks. By the tenth blow Felicity was moaning more than screaming. Her tits were completely free. Jack could see the faint bruises he had already put there. There was a wild, feral look in Felicity’s eyes. There were tears there yes, but there was also hunger. And pride.

Jack three the discs to the ground, pushed himself between Felicity’s legs and push a finger into the girls pussy. Felicity howled so fiercely that the cow took a nervous step away from her. Jack felt her pussy gush over his finger.

“Yes, put it in me. Put it in me, Sir. I can take it. Put it in me before the pie wears off!”
Jack looked over his shoulder at the table by the fence. The pie was still there. Just as stale and ordinary as it had been when he fed it to her.
“I’m going to put it in you, Felicity,” Jack growled. Quickly Jack unbuttoned his trousers and fished out his cock. He stood in front of Felicity, and began stroking it. The girl watched him with hungry eyes as he got harder and longer with each stroke. When he was ready he went behind the Felicity.
“Yes. Do it, Sir. Put it in me. Fill me up. Fulfill your contract, Sir. You promised.”

“I did. I did promise.” Jack’s cock was steal wrapped in velvet. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard before. “Promises made..” Jack slowly pushed his cock into Felicity’s ass.

Felicity screamed in pain and fear. He was putting his cock in the wrong hole. Didn’t he know where her pussy was. “No, Sir. Not there.” She screamed again as Jack forced another inch in.” Sir, that’s my ass, Sir. You’re putting your cock in my ass.”
Jack laughed. Of course. You ate the pie. This is your dark desire. He pushed further into her. This time Felicity only grunted. A low guttural sound.
“I didn’t… I didn’t ask…”

“But here you are, Felicity. You’re bent over a stump with your sweet tits hanging out, your ass red, bruised and exposed to God’s every watching eye…” Jack noticed her breathing quicken at those last words and he expected her pussy was even wetter now, if such a thing were possible.
An ass that is begging to be fucked. The only explanation is that the pie is granting your wish.” Jack pushed the rest of his cock inside her and put his hands on her hips. He heard another grunt from his customer.

“Then do it. Do it already, Sir. Fulfill your obligation’s. Fuck me with that cock. Fill my ass up with your meat. Do it, Sir. You promised!”
Jack started fucking her hard then. Long hard strokes. He could feel her belly scraping against the rough stump with each thrust. The girl was moaning freely now.
“Yes. Fuck. My. Ass. Fuck my ass, Sir. You promised. You promised to fulfill.. to ful … to fill me . To fill me up. You promised, Sir. You keep your promises. Fuck my ass. Fill me up. Fill me up."

She was lost in her own pleasure now, Jack knew. And so was he.
“I promised. I promised. Take it. You fucking take it.” Jack kept pounding her ass. Never slowing down. There were deep scrapes on her belly now. The wood was rubbing her raw. The sight made him fuck her harder.
“I’m going to cum inside you, Felicia.”
Felicia moaned at those words. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“I’m going to cum deep inside your ass. And when I do, you’ll be marked.”
Felicia was a wild thing now. Her head was whipsawing side to side and Jack could feel her whole body shaking.
“Fill me up. You promised, Sir. Mark me. Mark me.”

Jack was fucking her faster now. He was close.
“When I cum, you’ll be marked forever Felicia. You will be forever bound to the power of the pie.” You desires will always be there now. Always demanding to be filled.”

“Fill me, fill me up!” Felicity screamed. “Mark me. Mark me. You PROMISED!”
Felicity screamed and started cumming. Her entire body was spasming. “Fill me up. Fill me up!” She was out of her mind. Everything had disappeared except for the feeling of Jack’s cock slamming into her ass. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard a deep roar, low and guttural. An otherworldly sound that would have terrified the old Felicity. Part of the new Felicity recognized the sound as coming from her throat.
There was little evidence in the aftermath of Felicity’s dessert tasting. Just a partially eaten strawberry pie and a traumatized cow. For the rest of the day, Felicity could not stop touching herself. She was going insane with need. The only thing that kept her from screaming was knowing that her daddy would be home soon.

The pie had her now.

Somewhere down the road, a well dressed man with a deep blue velvet traveling case strolled down to the next farmhouse. Happy Jack to his friends.
To everyone else, he was known as the Marquis.
The End.

Mister Anderson​(dom male) • Apr 25, 2020

Author note. I was a walking zombie by the time I finished this story last night. It has been brought to my attention that I changed Felicity 's name. a few times. that was not intentional. it was a bit of sleep writing.

my apologies

I did love your humour in this and made me laugh so much! Th

Morley​(sub female){Max Sterne} • Apr 26, 2020

Very hot and done well... Your creativity always shines thro

Morley​(sub female){Max Sterne} • Apr 26, 2020