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.

Friday Night Fever

Friday Night Fever

It was a humid Friday night on Mint Street.  My friends had all abandoned me around midnight for the comforts of their beds but I was nowhere near ready for the evening to end.  As I walked alone, my heels clicking along the cobblestone, passing ultra lounges, bars and the seedy dives that were squeezed into the shadows of yuppie heaven, I pondered the trouble I wanted to get into.  My journey was aimless.  I just knew I wanted something to make me forget yesterday; even if it was just for a short time.

None of the places I passed caught my eye enough to entice me to enter so I resigned myself to leaning against the building while having smoke. I fished through my purse searching out my half smushed box of Dunhills, shaking my head at my filthy habit.  Soon I was standing there sucking down destiny and death, staring at the lights on the bridge just a bit farther down the road.  Red, green, yellow, and then red again. It was a monotonous proceeding that reminded me of my own life.  I was desperate for something different.  I was tired of this god damned city and its daily doldrums.  I pushed myself away from the wall while tossing my cigarette to the ground and squashing it with my heel.  I was pretty sure any ladylike appeal I may have had in the clubs was now long gone.  I smiled at the notion in spite of it being negative.

Maybe I should just go home was running through my head as I headed in the direction of the trains.  That’s when he caught my eye.  He stood there, almost half lurking in the shadows, watching me.  I froze for a moment not quite sure what to think of him.  He stepped a bit into the yellow haze cast from the streetlight above me and my fear dissipated.  He was a bit on the nerdy side with cute potential, not any sort of threat to me.  He actually seemed a bit nervous.  “What was this kid up to?” I thought to myself.  He walked over to me and said hi while looking at the ground.  When I said hello back his head raised up offering me a chance to enjoy his steel grey eyes.  I smiled at him as I looked him over.  I guess that encouraged his next question.  “How much?” he asked.  I did not initially realize what he was asking so I am sure my look of confusion made him realize he needed to repeat his question.  “How much do you cost?”

Maria

Maria

I had never paid for sex in my life where a working girl was concerned.  To tell you the truth I was one of those guys who was just cocky and talkative enough to find free and easy sex anywhere.  I always swore that strip clubs were a waste of money.  My buddies would take their hard earned cash and give it to some tease with tassels who would give them blue balls and an empty wallet.  I could take that same money and head to the local bar and get some hot chick liquored up and in bed for probably half the price and trust me my balls would not be blue afterwards.  I was proud of that fact but as they often say “Never Say Never”.

I was in Vegas for a bachelor party.  Shocking I know but there we all were having the time of our lives when I saw her at the bar.  She wore a bright blue sequined dress that hung off her shoulders teasingly and the first thing I noticed was her lightly kissed caramel tinged skin.  It was smooth and just the right amount of creamy.  When she turned and caught my stare she did not move her eyes, rather she locked onto mine and flashed a radiant pearly white smile.  The conversation around me faded into a muffled noise as I thought to myself how much I wanted her.  At that very moment I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to feel her soft skin pressed against mine.  I dismissed myself from the conversation my buddies were having and headed toward the bar.  She watched me the entire way with those dark exotic eyes.  When I finally reached her, after traversing a room full of elderly people and drunk frat boys, she made heart jump with a simple accented hello.  Her voice was honey and just as beautiful as she was.

Don't

I couldn't stay away even though I knew full well the games she liked to play. I hungered for her skin and the bite of her teeth. I wanted to taste her fruit and feel her nails rake across my back. I simply wanted her. I was impatient and for that she tortured me more, constantly saying don’t with a devil white smile and feigned disinterest. I saw her excitement and envied her control as she toyed with me while laughing. I knew I would eventually get what I desired, but first, I had to do it her way.

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Carried

I survive my droughts by traveling into other worlds of lust, desire and vivid imagination.  Housewives, amateurs and even men with second lives carry me through lonely nights and a cold bed.  Whose adventure, real or contrived, will make me shudder this morning before I am off into the doldrums of life?  Whose hand will be running soft against my skin or dipping inside of me as I peak?  Each day I waste searching for “him” I am sated by my constant electric escape.  I find lovers, man or woman, which are willing to ravish me with their words.

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Discipline

She walked toward me full of intent, I stood frozen.  The words “be careful what you wish for” echoed through my head as I eyed this evil version of Jessica Rabbit before me.  I was hard and afraid all in one instant.  She told me to kneel and I did.  She stepped closer and I inhaled deeply, enjoying her perfume and the smell of leather.  I looked up with a hungry smile and was met with her backhand.  “No one said for you to smile” she said. Anger coursed through my veins and I swallowed hard on my pride.

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Yesterday

Who was she last night?  I still couldn’t help but wonder as I smiled to myself while driving to work.   I was lost in yesterday.  I remember walking in the door from yet another long day and there she sat, head bowed, ready to play another of our games.  She never said a word the entire night.  She just stood up and walked slowly toward me, allowing me to drink her in.  I loved her heels and netted stockings and laughed thinking how my bow tie and Top hat never looked better.  Then she kissed me long and soft.

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Again

I enjoyed the struggle, savoring the taste of my tears on my tongue.  As he flipped my skirt and tore my panties away from me, my heart raced and my fire burned.  I was addicted to being taken without permission.  Today was a bit different than most of the other times he surprised me.  Our secret game had moved beyond the confines my home and into the sunlight.  As I clawed at the ground, feigning escape, as he thrust into me, I could not help but think how I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my bare skin.

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