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.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn

She waited.  The clock moved as if it were sticky sweet molasses dripping from a bottle in the cold arctic air. The quiet of the room only broke with her nervous breathing.  She craved the grip of his fingertips on her skin.  Anywhere, she would have them anywhere. Where was her desire? She thought to herself.  When she could take no more.  When the ache of her knees on the gritty floor became almost unbearable.  Right as she was about break.  She smiled.  She knew this is what he wanted.  Then, he whispered ,“Hello my Toy”, breaking the silence.

Thomas Aiden

The Sin Series

Temptation has many names

037

Photo Title: Toy

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: T. Aiden

Location of Work:  A Perfectly Lit Room

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

Morgan

Morgan

No matter how many times I said no she still teased and pushed.  Daddy’s money through the years made her one of those high society witches who always got their way and it seems I was the one thing she could not have.  Yes I enjoyed the way she sauntered about in her skin tight overpriced clothes but I could not, would not, give in to her demands and wants just because she said so.  I had my own pride to consider plus it bears mentioning I worked for her old man and he paid pretty damn well.  She was not worth the risk or the time.

I was having a hard day and things only got worse when Morgan waltzed into the room having come from the pool in a barely there bikini.  Her me me attitude was in full swing and it was grating on my last nerve.  She had been getting bolder and bolder over the last few weeks.  Today it seemed she would stop at nothing.  She looked around the room and saw that everyone was busy or distracted save for me. I was looking at her with disgust and extreme irritation.  “Stupid girl” I thought to myself.  She was really a grown woman, around twenty something, going on nine.  I lost track of what I was doing and grumbled in frustration.  When she noticed me looking at her with no one else looking in our directions she brazenly flipped her bikini top off and flashed her magnificent breasts at me while blowing me a kiss. My mouth dropped, I was angry, but I could not take my eyes of her tits.  I shook my head and left the room determined to avoid her and get my work done.

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