Yep, dig your nails in and bite my neck while you are there!
Becaue you just know she wants to be allowed to cum.
Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.
This usually changes from week to week depending on my mood and tastes however I can paint a picture of my current favourite.
I wake up, my master is stroking my hair lightly, I sigh in content curled up in his arms.
“I have a surprise for you” he murmurs to me with a soft smile, kissing my forehead in good morning greeting. I stretch and nuzzle into him while he continues to talk.
“You need to be dressed for an outing and ready to be picked up by 6. I want you to were something sensual that will make you feel confident”.
Later that evening I had groomed myself to an inch of my life, taking pride in the soft curls that fell over my shoulders and down my back, the simple and elegant make up that drew attention to my hazel eyes and the lines of my dress. It was black, clinging to my curves with a v-neck that showed my breasts to their best advantage. It’s a simple dress with black lace layered over the top of the silk and it falls to mid thigh. I’m wearing sheer black theigh high stockings and a garter belt, as well as a matching set of crimson and black silk bra/panties. A pair of simple black pumps complete the outfit. I feel good and when Master pulls the car up to pick me up I give an excited smile, grabbing my purse and meeting him downstairs. The look he gives me makes me feel like a goddess. It’s filled with admiration and lust with just that hint of love.
“Well well, look at what we have here” he murmured huskily eyes drinking me in. He produces a small package and hands it to me.
“I want you to put this in when we get to the restaurant. Don’t take it out until I tell you to and you are not to let anyone else know you have it either. That includes by squirming or making noise.” His grin sends a shiver down my spine, my excitement palpable as I place it inside my purse.
We get to the restaurant and after taking out seats I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Once there I draw out the package. It’s a small wireless vibrator. An egg, he must have the control for it. I slip into a stall and quickly slide my panties down as far as I can and I already now i’m wet. The thought, the anticipation has excited me. Sliding the egg in place I pull my panties up, wash my hands and return to my seat.
All through dinner he plays with me. Turning it on, making it vibrate inside me, little touches and caresses to my knees, hands and face making it very difficult to follow his instructions. During dessert he makes me come twice with the egg and whispered words and the second time I come I do so shuddering and whimpering softly. Instantly he turns it off and tisks me.
“I told you not to make any noise” his voice is stern even if his eyes are laughing.
“Well I guess it was just to much for you. I’m glad I have already set up your punishment” he is grinning at me now, knowing that I would fail he has organised something else. Perhaps this was my surprise in the long run.
I am told to return to the bathroom and remove it, cleaning myself up as best I can in the process but frankly, i’m am far to excited. My skin feels hyper sensitive and when I return to him his very presence makes me tingle with want. He chuckles, letting a hand slide down my spine and I moan involuntarily, he chuckles again and tisks me once more.
“Greedy little thing aren’t you. Patience kitty, you will get what you deserve soon”.
The ride back to his is torture. He keeps up a steady conversation of dirty talk and innuendo, refusing to touch me and refusing my pleas to allow me to touch him too. By the time we walk up to his front door i’m a trembling wreck, the lust in his voice making me want to fall to my knees and beg him to finish this.
He takes off his tie and blindfolds me, fingertips caressing skin as he whispers into my ear
“Trust me. I will not be angry if you tier of this game and want out. You now your safe word” I nod, his hot breath on my neck tempting me to defy my orders and lean back into him but I do not. If I disobey now I will never get my release and I hate displeasing my master.
He takes my hands and leads me through his house, I assume we are going to his bedroom but in reality he has taken me to the lounge room. I can hear breathing, it’s not my master’s but his hands cup my face.”
“Remember, you can always stop this. What’s your safe word?” I repeat it for him and nod. He kisses my forehead and I can hear the smile in his voice as he murmured
I hear low voices in the background and tilt my head to try and hear the voices. Are there three? I can’t quiet tell but my attention snaps back as my master slowly slides his palms up my arms, over my shoulders and around my neck. He plants a light kiss to my pulse point before his hands run down my spine, finding the zipper on my dress and pulling it down. Sliding the straps of my shoulders the dress falls into a puddle at my feet. I hear a gasp and one voice, most definitely not my master murmuring
“Hole shit” and whistling a little. Master breaths out into my ear, I can smell the chocolate from dessert on his breath.
“Very nice kitty” I grin, pleased to have picked something he likes. He takes my hands again and leads me over to a table.
“On your front little kitten” he tells me and I happily obey, it’s a massage table, I fidget a little as I get comfortable and he runs his hands over me, from head to toe, slipping my shoes off and letting them fall with a thud to the ground.
“Now, were to start?” he murmured, continuing to caress me as I moan in pleasure. I loose track of time as he lets different sensations carry me to that special place. Ice, hot wax, something soft and something feathery. All different and all pleasing. He never touches me were I most want it though and when he is done scraping the wax from my skin with a knife, running the tip down my spine (cause me to shiver and gasp) he tells me sit up.
“Now, as I am sure you know by now I am not the only man in the room. Do you remember my friends Mike and Reece?” I nod slowly, both of them are Master’s friends and Doms in their own right.
“They know the rules of tonight, if you want it to stop you need only say your safe word. Did you know they have been masturbating as they watched you? Your moaning and writhing just made them so hard” He breaths in my ear again and it causes me to groan in want.
“You are going to be a good little slut and take care of them. Naughty thing, making other men hard with your wanton display” He spanks me lightly and I cry out in surprise and lust. Luke is the first to approach me, I know it is him as he has these metal claws he wears that scratch in the most delightful way. He runs them over my skin and I writhe, my master grabbing hold of my wrists and forcing me to stand still, pressing himself against me back for support.
Once more I loose myself in the sensation and i don’t really take notice when mike moves to join. The two of them caressing and murmuring dirty things to me as I cum again and again. Eventually Master strips me of the rest of my clothing and leads me to a bedroom and onto a bed. Mike sits behind me, wrapping ropes around me as he binds me into a comfortable but interesting position, Master ordering me to suck as I feel a cock on my lips.
The rest of the night blurs as I am taken by the three men, toys and words and pleasure and sensation overwhelming me until eventually I am so exhausted I collapse, ready to pass out while they remove my ropes, blindfold and clean up a little. Master pulls me into his arms telling me i’ve been a very good girl and to sleep now while the other to both kiss me gently and climb into bed. Sleeping between them I am content and fall into oblivion.
Louder is always better.
I completely agree— kitten
Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
My first experience was when I was 18, I had been with my (now ex) boyfriend for about 6 months and we were cuddled up on the couch just talking about sex. He asked me what I liked and I blushed and told him it wasn’t important. His curiosity got the better of him however and he pressed at me to tell him. So I showed him a book I was reading called Screw the Roses, give me the thorns.*
He had a quick look through and grinned at me, apparently he had been interested in some light kink for a while now. So we went through it together and pointed out things we were both wanting to try.
A few hours later I was face first in a pillow, his scarf blindfolding me and his tie keeping my wrists bound being told what a good little whore I was for taking his cock.
Was a good experience.
*Note: I would highly recommend this book for those who are knew to kink or what some more information. It is a fantastic introduction to many different aspects of kink and because it was written by a married Dom and sub pair it gives both sides in exploring said aspects of kink.
That is all.
I stared up at him, looking at his eyes, they laughed at me and burned with possessiveness and I wondered how I got here. How did it start, how did it go from a playful poke and insult between friends to this.
My wrists throbbed, his long fingers encircling them, strength both pinning them down and making them hurt. His knee was on my inner thigh keeping my legs pinned there while he straddled my hips diagonally. He is so much taller then me, lean and wiry and so deceptively strong. It didn’t matter how much I fought and writhed, didn’t matter how many blows we exchanged or how much my nails caused him to bleed it always ended up with me like this. Pinned underneath him by fource, pinned to this moment of silence by his eyes.
He transferred both my wrists to one hand and pulled my tank top down, exposing my breasts. I used this moment to free a hand, lashing out, fresh blood welling the surface of his skin along his coller bone before he got my hand under control again. I was panting, no matter how much I struggled he had me and I only wasted my energy.
“Say it now”
“Fuck no you bastard” I hissed and he grinned, that dark light flaring in his eyes.
“That’s what I thought you would say” His voice was smooth and rich and promised something wonderful. His hands tightened on my wrists until I cried out from the pain and he bent, tongue flicking my nipple before he closed his teeth around it and bit gently, tugging with his teeth. I whimpered and writhed but this time for the delicious torture he inflicted on me.
This would last for an an age, I had no idea of time, just the relentless teasing conflicting with the endless pain and I loved and hated every moment of it. The worst part was later when it ended I never got my release, he never took it any further then that and I would leave frustrated and needing more.
Then I would be back the next day. Picking a teasing fight that somehow always led to this.