Tethered

Tethered

I lay upon his sheets like a present waiting to be unwrapped. He was just now putting the binds on me, his wiling victim. Sometimes it was rope, others, my own panties or silk scarfs, today it was ribbon. The kind you only see at weddings or Christmas. He knew what he was doing, monopolizing my senses, careful as he pulled the soft feathery material across my wrists, all the while kissing and biting gently on my skin. I was obedient, not moving as requested. The torture was sublime. I hungrily waited for the moment he would take me.

Patience is a Virtue

"Patience is a Virtue"

(Thomas & Mandy Rivers:  Marriage should always be an adventure.)

Mandy’s thighs burned with a mixture of need and the heat of her muscles straining for any sort of relief.  She had never in her life wanted to just simply sit on her ass as much as she did right now but she resisted none the less.  Mandy wiggled a bit here and there, straining against her binds, while the heels of her bare feet barley scraped against her bottom.  She had been hoping to cheat by resting her ass upon her feet, however her struggle was to no avail.  The distance was perfectly planned to taunt.  Yes it would have been simple for her to scoot back and sit down for a moment or two rather than dangle there helplessly but then that would be cheating and dishonest.  She did not want to disappoint him by cheating or being dishonest. 

OK, maybe Mandy would have cheated, but Thomas was a smart man.  Between her legs, lost in the shadows of her body, ran a string from her panties to the floor.  It was looped and tied through one of the lace gaps in the material of her underwear and taped to the floor with small piece of clear scotch tape.  It was quite ingenious and quick thinking on his part to be honest.  When Thomas was prepping her he realized she would require a bit more tethering.  It was a simple thread he found in one of the drawers in the kitchen.  Earlier, when he was lovingly tying Mandy up and positioning her where she was now, he showed her the string.  It was about 10 to 12 inches long.  It was just enough to give Mandy some play but not enough to ease her intended distress.  “When I come home this better not be broken or disconnected.”  Thomas said eyeing her.  Mandy quietly replied “Yes Sir” while Thomas positioned her just the way he wanted her.

“I am going to have a few drinks with the boys. I will be back in a few hours.  If you manage to stay right where I put you till I get back, you will receive a wonderful reward.  Do you understand me my pet?” Thomas asked this as he grabbed his sport jacket and headed for the door.  “Damn he looks so good in that jacket and those slacks” Mandy thought, fantasizing a bit as she dangled a few feet from the ground, watching him walk away.  She was brought back to the moment when Thomas repeated the last part of question.  “I said do you understand me my pet?” She quietly mumbled “Yes Master” and he smiled turning out the light and closing the door behind him.

Mine

"Mine"

The storm wages within me

As I imagine you there

On display

For those who want your touch

I fight with both my jealous heart

And my proud claim

But I eventually calm

Knowing you are strong

And only for me

They can yearn for you

And still

You are mine

They can flirt with honey tongues

And still

You are mine

They can tempt with fading jewels

And hungry eyes

And still

You are mine

Your satin lips and perfect smile

Are meant for me

The catch of your breath

And quickening heart

Are meant for me

Your drip of sweet syrup

And beg of please

Are meant for me

You are mine

And you tempt

Only because I allow it

You torment

Only because I allow it

You tease

Only because I allow it

You are

Because of me

I am your shelter

From any storm

I am your shoulder

For you to cry upon

I am your sir

Because I am yours

Thomas Aiden

Wince

Wince

I waited

Hungry for his arrival

I wanted

His strong, heavy hand

I accepted

His purposeful tormenting delay

Soft came his knock

Moistening my need

Quickening my heart

The bright of day

And clear blue sky

Broke the fog of lust

Just for a moment

When I opened

My door

Then I saw his face

His half smile

The fire in his eyes

And fell back into desire

He stepped in

Shut the door

Asking

If I was a good girl

Nodding my head

I said yes

Holding out my eventual reward

He laughed

Deep and wanting

Grabbing my wrist

Pulling me towards him

My naked flesh

Pressed against his thick

Button up shirt

Drove me wild

With want

He spun me around

Bent me over

And gave in

I winced

With the first smack

And excitedly

Readied myself

For the next 

Thomas Aiden

Sarah Frost

Sarah Frost

A career driven married woman who missed out on sex early on in life who now lives a secret double life as a submissive call girl. Sarah Frost is a wild card, a woman living two lives.  She’s the standard married housewife/business woman type who is venturing out in life a little bit later than most.  She’s realized she has missed a few things having been good for so many years and now she is trying to resolve that by secretly experiencing what she’s missed.  With a new sense of adventure and the fact this woman is just now coming into her prime there will no doubt be some intriguing situations that come up for her while still keeping her home life normal.

A Day at the Office

A Visitor

(Click her to see everything Sarah)

Anticipation

The room crackles electric with anticipation as you watch me kneel before you.  I deserve correction and my heart quickens at the thought of your pleasure burning against my skin.  It’s so hard to wait for your desire but I am desperately obedient.  You catch my smile as these wicked yummy thoughts run through my head, taking note, prolonging my punishing reward.  I am in heaven, tortured by your whims, aching for your rough touch.  My gaze collides with yours and that is all you need to start satisfying my craving.  I drip, waiting as you remove your belt.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Daddy Dom

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Pink

She laughed handing me her “Favorite” paddle.  The one I never knew about until today.  Climbing onto the bed she smiled watching me as I took a deep breath unsure what to do next.  She peeled her moist panties down just enough, exposing her wonderful ivory cheeks and waited.  As she coaxed me to pink her perfect little ass I grew hard and courageous finally giving way to her want.  My soft smacks increased as she begged me “Harder please”.  It was then I understood there was a whole new and wonderful world for her to lead me through.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: The Submissive Mindset

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Proof

Her hand circled her wet heat as she writhed in the dimly lit room with her body pressed against the wall.  It was exciting what she did to please him.  The camera clicked every so often when she remembered to push the button.  It was a difficult task she was attempting, but he demanded she cum, and she craved the idea of obeying him.  With her husband asleep in another room she listened to her master’s voice as his words pushed her over the edge.  Soon she would find the best picture and send him the proof he requested.

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Training

The silken knot tightens around my wrists and I moisten as he whispers for me not to worry.  I bite back my smile continuing to feign the fragile state he enjoys.  Sliding his hands across my naked thigh he turns me around so that our eyes lock.  “You trust me?” he asks with a slight tremble in his voice.  I think to myself about how much he has to learn while whispering a timid response “Yes Master.”   I know he’ll eventually get the hang of this, but for now, I am his guide, even if he doesn’t know it.

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Mister

He is mine and I won’t share unless he tells me to do so.  I am the happy slave to his cock who smiles when he grabs the rope.  I drip with anticipation as I hear his buckle work.  Don’t move he says and I try to hide the shudder of excitement he has just sent racing down my spine.  The only thing that would make this perfect is the sting of his hand before he enters me.  I know I won’t have to beg for it because he is my perfect master and I get what I deserve.

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Willing

Standing vulnerable and wet I await the touch of his fingers.  I am weakened by his hot breath caressing my skin and want to beg for more, but I know better.  He told me to stand there and be quiet.  I ache for his discipline and am tempted to wiggle spitefully just for a smack.  My master tortures me slow and perfect like no other man could.  When his hand palms my mound I shudder feeling my nectar escape just for him.  I can hear him chuckle with pride as he quickens his fingers within me, his willing toy.

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Entrusted

She burned for him to take control, for him to pink her pale white skin with a calloused hand.  She enjoyed it as the coarse hair on his face reddened her already blushed cheeks.  She stood quietly, moistening as he removed her clothing, and then his.  Her breathing quickened as he buckled the collar she had purchased just for this moment.  She wanted him to play master.  She wanted to give herself over to his every whim.  She excitedly gave him power over her body to do with as he pleased hoping he would not hesitate or hold back.

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Voyeur

She kneeled obedient and quiet when I told her to shush. I was caught in mid act listening for an undoubtedly imagined noise that echoed through the vacant office. Moments ago she had been enjoying a mouthful of my desire and moments before that I had reddened her ass with my greedy palm. Now as I bound her wrists preparing for our next bout of adulterous fun, I could swear I’d heard something. I cautiously continued, intent on my task intent on my satisfaction, but as I turned my head I found two leering eyes squinting through the blinds.

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The Hotel (part two)

The Hotel (part two)

The Tanith Blinn Experience: Escaping Ordinary

For part one of this story click here: The Hotel (part one)

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The room stood silent and a few moments passed, the clock ticked and nothing.  What was this man doing to her?  Did he leave?  She reached out into the silent darkness only to hear a tsk tsk from her left.  She dropped her hands to her side and waited.  She wondered excitedly, what would he do next?  As the time again passed quietly she thought to herself,” well if he wants to play like that then she could play too.”  She brought one had up to her breasts and began rubbing them, tweaking her nipples every so often.  While doing this she slid her other hand in between her legs and began fingering herself.  She managed to get three fingers into her swollen moist pussy; she did this knowing he was watching; she did this knowing he was a complete stranger to her.  As Tanith did this she whispered out into the darkness, “You don’t mind I keep myself busy, do you?”  The silence didn’t last long as the whispered response came, “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Griffin walked around from the side of Tanith trying to think of what he would do next.  He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her admiring this lady.  A lady, who the first thing he ever did with her, was to eat her out.  The first thing he ever did was tongue her clit and lick her pussy.  “How would he be able to top that ever?”  he thought to himself.  As Griffin licked his lips tasting her on them he stared at her and watched her fidget nervously.  There she stood still naked, still blindfolded, and still sexy as hell.  He decided it was time to take it up to another level and just as he was about to make his next move she began to do something he couldn’t take his eyes off.  She begin to finger herself and play with her tits, she was taunting him, calling out to him to take her, she was telling him to have his way with her.  He couldn’t resist much longer. Griffin got up from the bed, walked over to her and grabbed her hand that was buried in her pussy, he led her to the very bed he was sitting on, turned her around and sat her right on the edge.  Griffin stepped back and thought to himself, “Well here goes nothing”.  

He took off his shirt and tossed it off to the side and then he unzipped his pants, letting fall to his knees with an obvious sound.  From there he fished out his hard and aching cock and moved in closer to the blindfolded Tanith who sat quietly on the bed.  “Open your mouth” he said in a slightly audible tone, Tanith did this so quick it was as if she wanted it and knew all along that’s what Griffin would do.  Griffin placed the tip of his dick on her lips, a tip which was already oozing a small bit of pre-cum and Tanith lapped at it hungrily with her tongue.  Before Griffin could say or do anything else she had one hand on his cock, one hand on his balls and she had sucked the majority of his shaft into her velvety wet mouth.  As she greedily devoured his cock Griffin looked over at the closet wall length mirrors and enjoyed the view.  He stood there between the legs of a gorgeous woman, a woman he never laid eyes on till about 20 minutes ago, he stood there getting his dick sucked and he loved every second.  It was perfection.  Here Tanith sat on the edge of the bed for him, in sexy thigh high black leather boots for him, her pussy exposed to the world, blindfolded and she, all the while he thought this, she was licking, sucking and swallowing every inch of his shaft that she could.  Griffin thought to himself, “Could this get any better?”

Altar

She waits for strength.  She is a lady that kneels for sir.  She wants for the fire of his whispered words and calloused hand no matter how he gives it to her.  She takes punishment with a smile and moistens from impure thoughts.  She breathes, she lives, she exists for him.  Her reward is just being allowed before him, waiting for his offering.  She can’t wait to fold into his arms, cocooned by his desire, love and protection, but first she must earn her keep.  She opens her mouth tonguing her forgiveness for sins she has yet to commit.

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Callous, Impure, Exist, Cocoon, Tongue

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A Change of Pace

"A Change of Pace"

I waited patiently.  This was not going to be my first time but we would be following his rules so it was a bit different.  It was just a few minutes ago when I let myself into his apartment and found his note.  It simply said “Today is the day”.  The moment I read those words my heart began pounding in my chest.  It was hard for me to swallow since my mouth was suddenly quite dry.  We had discussed this over the past year and a half that we had been seeing each other and I knew this day would come.  But I was still surprised by it.  Don’t get me wrong I wanted it to happen.  I even told him I was ready but now that the day had arrived I was nervous.  I walked into his bedroom and although I was shaking I could not help but smile.  He was prepared, well prepared.  On the night stand I could see a few items laid out for today’s adventure.  First off I noticed a few scarves. They were the black silk kind.  Then there was a giant bottle of KY and a box of condoms.  I can’t really recall what else was there because I was distracted by the front door shutting.  A few moments later he walked in and just stared at me, eyes piercing and blue.  “Are you ready for this?” he asked.  I simply nodded my head yes since sound could not leave my body.  “Well then take off your clothes.” he commanded.  As I began undressing he corrected his request.  “You know what? Leave your panties and Bra on.”  I managed an eager but timid ok in response and did as he asked.  A few moments later I stood staring at him in my matching black lace panties and bra.  “Thank god I wore the nice ones today” I thought to myself as I stood in front of him on display.

My chest seemed bigger to me. It could have been the excitement of the situation.  It could have been the way the bra was pushing up against my tits.  It could have been a combination of many things but either way I was lost thinking about why my chest looked bigger.  As a breathed in and I out I laughed at the insane lines found in romance novels about a woman’s heaving bosoms.  Mine sure were heaving right now.  My thoughts on this were interrupted when he moved toward me.  With one huge hand he grabbed my face under the chin and stared into my eyes.  I licked my lips in anticipation.  This man and I had been fucking for a while now but I never grew tired of how he kissed me.  His tongue was pure heaven and yumminess to taste and suck on.  I always wanted more when we were done.  I licked my lips at the thought and he moved in for the kiss.  Our mouths parted and I hungrily accepted his tongue as it danced with mine.  I grabbed for him pulling his body into mine.  Inhaling deeply as we kissed I smelled his cologne and spearmint.  Actually as we kissed I tasted spearmint.  It was perfect and have I said yummy already?  He backed away a bit pulling his soft lips from in-between my teeth as I was gently nibbling on them.  Smiling I waited for what was going to happen next.

Flight of Fancy

"Flight of Fancy" 

(How far would you go for a fantasy?)

She was nervous as she stood there in line.  The intercom startled her as it came on to announce yet another plane leaving or boarding.  Slowly the line moved forward as the passengers handed the attendant their tickets. Moments from now there would be no turning back.  She knew this and yet she was determined to see this through.

Kandy had been anxious and jumpy all morning.  When she shooed the kids off to work and kissed her husband goodbye she thought for sure she was going get caught.  Still she managed to get the door closed behind them all before nearly having a panic attack.  She leaned with her back against the door debating the craziness of the whole idea and just about decided against going through with it.  Yet here she was now, at the airport, ready to be adventurous.

The attendant took her ticket eyeing it and then her curiously.  Kandy thought to herself, “She knows, she just knows”.  “Have a nice flight mam” said the attendant with a smile as she handed the ticket back. Kandy walked quickly down the hall toward the plane without as much as a look back.  Finding a seat was no problem for her. It seems everyone was willing to make room for the curvy, curly blonde haired beauty.   About a half hour into the flight Kandy took out her laptop, paid for the in flight WiFi with a prepaid credit card and began to chat with her end goal.

Kandy: Are you on line?

Aiden:   I am indeed.  You do realize you are starting this conversation the wrong way right?

I will allow you this one mistake because of your nervousness but any more will require punishment.

Kandy:  I am sorry master I forgot my place.  Thank you for reminding me

Aiden:   That’s what I am here for.  So is your plane arriving on time?

Kandy: Yes Master it is.

Aiden:   Good I will meet you outside the terminal in 45 minutes.  Are you wearing the white lace stockings like I told you too?

Kandy:  Yes Master I am.

Aiden:   Great to hear! Kandy you won’t regret this. See you soon.

Kandy put away her laptop nervously looking around.  When she was sure that she knew no one on board and that no one recognized her she settled into her chair staring out at the sunrise with a smile on her face.

A Visitor

"A Visitor"

Sarah lay naked on the bed, nervous and careful not to make a sound. The silk of the sheets kissed the length of her body as her heart raced nearly pounding out of her chest. There was a slight noise and she strained to hear, listening intently for him or for any sound. There was nothing. The red scarf tied around her eyes slipped just a tad allowing some of the mid day to creep in and she quickly moved to tighten it. As darkness engulfed her once again she smiled knowing she wanted this. Mere moments ago she had hung up the phone after listening to all of his commands and rushed to prepare. Now she waited wet and wanton for him to have his way with her. This was to be her first experience of this sort and she wanted to do it just right. Sarah and the guy down the hall in apartment 8C had been playing an erotic game of cat and mouse for the past few weeks, never actually making any sort of physical contact and it had been driving them both insane. The thing that elevated the experience to an even more risqué level was the fact that they were both happily married. It was a complete beastial attraction they shared with one another, nothing more, but they had not dared to act on any of it, at least not until today.

The rules were simple for Sara. Talk very little, keep the blindfold on at all times, no touching, no kissing. Simply just take him into her and grind until he came. She could do that Sarah thought to herself. Or could she? Questions raced through her head as the actual moment drew nearer. What was she doing? What if her husband came home? What if she chickened out? What if…her questions were lost instantly when she heard the familiar squeak of the door. Sarah held her breath as she heard the click of the lock and then the dead bolt clack shut. Immediately she grew even more anxious and moist. There was no turning back now she thought. She wanted to do this. To please her new master. Master what a crazy thought. Mere months ago she would have frowned upon any one who liked that kind of stuff or better yet she might have cried foul and moved on to another topic. Today was different though. The last few weeks had been immensely intense, releasing a side of her she never knew or thought existed. She wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be owned, commanded. She was ready and he was just the man to do it.

The First Four

"The First Four"

He sat there patiently. The chair wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on but it was the only one without handles he could find. Since he was actually going to go through with this he had no choice. So he sat quietly in the empty office waiting. Seconds ticked by on the clock like hours. Each time one passed the tick and tock of the clock sounded like thunder. With that being the only noise in the room, save for his rapidly beating heart, he grew a bit paranoid. “What am I doing here” he wondered to himself. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and peered out into the hall. Everyone had left hours ago but he still could not help but be worried. He was supposedly working late but in reality he was just finding things to pass the time as his coworkers filed out at the end of the day one by one. He mentally assured himself that no one was here and stepped back into his office shutting the door behind him. He stepped to the windows and cracked the blinds peering out into the parking lot and he instantly noticed her car pulling in. His heart skipped faster with reality swiftly approaching. He looked at his watched and realized it was nearly time. In a few quick steps he was back in his chair facing the door and again waiting.

She had never thought she would be subject to this. She was not one of those girls. But no matter what she tried to explain away she realized she wanted to be for him. So she agreed to do this. Just before she left work she even made it a point to look up on the internet what the word submissive really meant. Submissive – Inclined to or willing to submit to orders or wishes of others; to be yielding; obedient; willing to serve. When she read this she smiled and turned off her computer quickly. As she drove to his office she debated in her head. “Is that me? Would I actually be that way? Will I?” She had never had these thoughts, desires or feelings before. And now here she was heading straight to do just that. It all started so fast. The fire deep in her to make this man happy in any way just could not seem to be quenched. Their conversations started off innocent and as the passion between the two increased so did their bold and daringness. Neither of them can recall when they even approached the topic of master and slave. She just knew that when he wanted to use dirty words and she liked it. Growing wetter with each slut, whore or cunt he uttered to and about her. It was a nasty game that she did not want to end. Each time he seemed hesitant or backed off a bit she pushed the right buttons and got them both back on track again, eventually getting to the point where they were now. She pulled into the parking lot of his office and checked her makeup one last time just for good measure.

He could hear the car door shut in the parking lot and heard every step of her high heels click as she approached the main door of the office building. He listened as the outside door opened and then shut. He heard the metallic click of the deadbolt echo through halls as she did just as he’d instructed. A moment later his office door opened and she stepped in, staring at him, as she shut the door behind herself. Without a word she turned and locked this door also. “Oh…I am really going to do this”, he thought to himself, finding a new courage that was nowhere prior to seeing her at that very moment. She stood before him not saying a word. This is what they had agreed. No one would speak they would just do. His eyes roamed over her body enjoying everything he saw. She wore a pair of black strapped anklet heels with a peek-a-boo toe. Her nylons were flesh colored running the length of her legs and where they ended he did not know. But he would soon find out. Her pin striped black pencil skirt hugged her thighs and hips perfectly accentuating every bit of her in just the right way. She wore a simple white button up three quarter sleeve blouse that was just tight enough to catch the rise and fall of her nervous breathing behind her huge breasts. She was perfect and she was his. “My slave”, he thought to his self and with that he motioned for her to move forward and stand in front of him.