To Hell With Love

To Hell With Love

She breathed lustily and with excitement heavy in her eyes as the last smack of his hand echoed through the room.  The way she winced, and then smiled while saying thank you each time he pinked her bottom made him so very hungry for her.  Leaning toward her, mere inches form her ear, so that she could hear his heated whisper, he asked a simple question. “Do you want me stop? We can go the bedroom and make love.”   "She laughed and quickly responded.  “To hell with love. You make pain pleasure and I want more."

Tabitha's Tales 013

Always Wanton

Always Wanton

He whispered into my ear, instantly moistening me.  “You will say thank you after each time.  Do you understand?”  I bit my lip and remembered the yes sir part of this game before I responded.  I so loved the burn of his presence on my skin and how his touch made me moan.  Not just any man could pink my flesh and I enjoy it, but him, he could do it for hours and I was in heaven.  And to think, I used to be innocent until we came together, wiling to play such deliciously naughty games together.

Tabitha's Tales 009

Priscilla’s Lash

Priscilla's Lash

Her desire is fierce

She craves the leather

Hungering for the sting

While enjoying the soft caress

just before the silence is broken

By the bite of her deviant pleasure

The one that pinks and makes her smile

She is languid and pale

Staring back at her need

Which rests in another’s hands

Wanting it to burn just a little more

She cannot hide her moistening desire

That flows from between her thighs

She willingly gives submission for satisfaction

And so she whispers two simple words

Again

and

Please

9 February 2018

Thomas Aiden

Pink

Pink

I saw stars

And I smiled

Fighting back my tears

Of joy

I lay bent

Across his knee

Wet

With anticipation

As he prepared

My blistering reward

All day long

I had waited for this moment

I ached with the knowledge

That this would happen

He held in his hand

My paddle

The one I bought

For this very moment

And I laughed a bit wickedly

The first smack

Was the best

As he pinked my pale back side

I squealed with delight

And devoured the sensation

Of heat on my skin

Yesterday

I would have never agreed to this

Today I could only think about

All the tomorrows I wanted this

To occur again and again

When he was done

And the numbness set in

I stood

Staring into his eyes

And I realized

I was his to do with

Whatever he wanted

And I was ok with that

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

More

She enjoyed her lessons.  She loved it when he came home with desire in his eye.  She quickly did as she was asked, removing all her clothes, save for the lacey parts.  When he told her to select one of her favorites, she shuddered, dripping with anticipation, eyeing the cherry wood with 7 splendid holes.  He asked her to bend over and patiently waited, watching her as a knowing smile crossed her lips.  She felt his hand trace her skin right before the first smack.  As tears ran down her face she gasped wanting more of that wonderful sting. 

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Lamour Art

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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

Location of Work: Tumblr Dance with the Devil

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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

Location of Work: Tumblr The Submissive Mindset

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Smack

The sound echoes through the room as I smile, fighting back my tears.  For years I pleaded with my husband to do this and he always had the words, maybe next time, readied upon his lips.  Now, I no longer needed his excuses.  It began as joke with my boss when I made mistakes.  I said something to the effect of “Maybe you should spank me.” I never realized he had the courage to try.  Today’s lesson was different, this time he removed my cotton with a simple tug and we enjoyed his stinging touch on my bare skin.

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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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Location of Work:  Unknown

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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.