Authors: Nika Bella Dea
I knew that Clint thought I was going to use it on myself so I surprised him by pushing it against his ass. I didn't want to hurt him too much to start with so I only pushed a little, and tugged on his dick at the same time. When I felt how hard he had grown in my hand, I reached into the cabinet again, and grabbed a small bottle of lube. I poured it on the vibrator, and then I pushed it in him, to the hilt. His hips came up off the bed and he was moaning, "Please, don't stop!"
Ok,
I thought.
Time now for the real purpose of this, and that's to see how well he can take orders.
"Shut up!" I shouted. "You will cum when I say you can!"
I straddled his waist above his dick, slapped him across the face with one hand, and played with my wet pussy with the other. I could see he was torn with confusion and lust. Once I had climaxed, I decided to leave him tied up for awhile, and went to the kitchen.
"Be a good boy," I said. "I'll see you in awhile."
"You're not gonna leave me like this?"
"Oh, yes I am," I replied. "And, when I get back, I might decide to allow you to cum as well."
I left him for an hour, did my stuff, and then went back in. That was the beginning of a long night. When I did allow him to cum, hours later, boy was it explosive!
He now wants us to get more into it and I am looking forward to tonight. I'm going to blindfold and tie him up, and then I'm going to let him hear the click, click of my camera, while threatening to put the pictures on the Internet. Can't wait to see the look on his face!
Meatloaf Memories
by Tina
Memories are a wonderful thing, aren't they? And the things that bring back memories, such as a scent, or a certain piece of music, can be amazingly evocative, and take you right back to where you were when it all happened. That's what the song "Two out Of Three Ain't Bad" by Meatloaf always does to me. As soon as I hear his rich voice singing, I'm taken right back to 1977 when I first heard it.
I was only 18 at the time and I thought that Meatloaf was the greatest singer I had ever heard. I was at a yacht club disco with my school friends and we were on Easter break. The sun had been shining all day and it was a very mild night for April in the UK. I lived in London at the time, and was fed up with school. To be honest, I couldn't wait to leave.
My parents insisted that I stay there until I was 18 as they wanted me to go to University. And, I would have done that but for the fact that I met Martin, who was the DJ that night. He was much older than me at nearly 30 and I thought he was almost like a rock star. He looked very much like David Cassidy at the time, who was one of my favorite stars. I almost swooned every time he smiled at me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go and ask him to put my favorite song of the time on. He had to shout in my ear to get heard above the music. "I'll put it on in a minute, gorgeous," he yelled...and I felt my heart melt.
He called me gorgeous
, I thought. "I just wanna play this one by Meatloaf first."
I nodded, and stepped back to listen to whoever this 'Meatloaf' guy was. And, that is why I will always associate Meatloaf with the night I met Martin.
He came forward to have a slow dance with me at the end and, once more, it was to Meatloaf. Little did I realize then how true the words would become, because here we are 30-odd years later and I can still say that 'I want Martin, I need him, but I'm never going to love him.' And, he is happy with that fact.
He understands me like nobody else has ever done and, although we may have split up a few times, we always end up getting back together for nobody else gives me what Martin does. We currently live in a huge mansion in the English countryside (Martin later became a producer) and, most of the time, I am happy and content with what we have. My only regret in life is that I never had kids but what's the point in crying over something that is never going to happen? So, I keep my tears to myself and I have to admit that I still get very angry about things.
And, that is where Martin comes into his own. For, you see, Martin brought me into a world that I never even knew existed when I was only 18, and that is the world of BDSM. He is a submissive, and likes nothing better than for me to step on his balls while wearing my high-heeled shoes. We have gotten more immersed in this world over the last few years and, yet, when I think back now, I can't quite remember how we first got into it.
I do know that Martin was the one to initiate things and, when he got me to agree to live with him at the age of 20 (I never did get to University), things seemed to progress from there. The first time I remember it happening, I was still pretty young and, when I saw the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, I thought he was going to use them on me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I realized that he wanted me to use them on him!
"This is something special between us that not a lot of people understand," he told me with his brown eyes, looking just like a puppy. And, I suppose back in the early 80s, things like bondage were not something people discussed a lot. It was pretty much kept underground, and not talked about. "Please tie me up, and then whip me with that leather belt," he pleaded, more puppy dog than ever.
At first, it angered me to see a grown man groveling but, when I realized he was serious, I didn't think that I could go through with it.
"I can't hurt you, Martin. I wouldn't know where to start."
"Well then, you don't love me, do you? Don't you think that hurts me every day?" he asked, with his eyes now looking sad. "I would far rather have a physical kind of pain than the mental torture you put me through each and every day."
And, then I became angry. He always said that, as long as we were together, it didn't matter what my feelings were so now I felt as if he had lied to me. I didn't know then though that it was his way of getting me angry and he was hoping I would retaliate. Boy, did I retaliate! I tied him up, and took great pleasure in whipping his ass until it was criss-crossed with red lines. I then flopped on the bed, both physically and mentally exhausted.
Every week after that, Martin would push my buttons until I found myself initiating the bondage sessions as I had begun to enjoy them just as much as he did. Once BDSM became more 'user-friendly,' we joined a club where we could watch other couples enjoying the same kind of things that we like to do. We still go there once a month. My 'services' as a Dominatrix have become renowned throughout the club and there is often a queue of people wanting to watch me put Martin through his paces.
And me? 'Two out of three' still does it for me and, while I may not love Martin, I know that we belong together, and will stay that way. After all, who else would pierce his balls with high heels, and then make another man kiss them better for him? And for Martin? He loves me, and always has. The fact that he knows I don't love him back makes him try even harder to please me. That serves both our needs very well.
Librarians are NOT Boring!
by Cherie
You get a certain impression of people who work in libraries, don't you? We all seem to think these people are boring bookworms who like nothing better than to snuggle up in front of the fire with a good book, rather than having any kind of social life, right? That's what I always thought until I met Gerard five years ago. He definitely appeared to be a bookish sort; he wore spectacles which perched on the end of his nose, had a 'sensible' haircut and sensible clothes, and seemed as if he would go along with anything anyone suggested in order to keep the peace. At least, that was my first impression of him.
When my parents passed away, I was left with a sizeable inheritance, which meant that I didn't have to work any longer. Because of that, I quickly found myself getting bored after I had done all the shopping I could ever want to, bought the car of my dreams, and had a couple of nice vacations. Consequently, I got bored easily, and found myself wandering into the library one day to pass the time. I had loved books from about the age of three, ever since my mother had introduced them to me.
I walked into the library, squinting until my eyes became adjusted to the change in the light, and the first person I saw was Gerard.
"Good morning. Would you like any help?" he asked pleasantly.
"Um, no, I'm fine thank you," I replied, and went off to have a look through the horror section. Stephen King and James Herbert had long been my favorite authors in that genre. I quickly lost myself in the books, pulled two or three from the shelves, and sat down to decide which ones I was going to borrow. I looked up to see Gerard with a hesitant smile on his face.
"Can I help
you
?" I asked.
"So sorry to bother you but could I ask you a question?" He looked so cute standing there that I smiled encouragingly for him to carry on. "I hate to sound presumptuous but would you mind going for a drink with me one evening?" He looked down at his feet and his face was bright red.
"I would like that, actually," I smiled. I've never been one to let things pass me by, so was quick to follow up with, "Is tonight good for you?"
"Yes, please," he smiled and we agreed on a time and place to meet.
I was more excited about the evening than I had been about anything for a long while, and got dressed very carefully, eager to make the right impression. We met up at a bar in town and, from the moment we started talking, I felt as if I had known him forever. He was so easy to talk to that I didn't want the evening to end so I asked him to come back to my place for a coffee. And, coffee was what I meant. Honestly!
We sat talking about our lives, the universe, and everything in between until it was actually getting light. We have been together ever since. I simply couldn't bear to let him go. Within a week of meeting, Gerard had packed up his small apartment, and moved in with me. The first night we slept together, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. It was slightly too 'vanilla' for my liking and I could tell that he wasn't exactly happy either. Being my usual forthright self, I asked if we could sit down, and have a talk about sex.
"Just be honest with me," I said. "What do you like? What gets you off? Is there something I could do for you to get you
there
?"
Again, he looked down at his feet in that shy way he has, and murmured something I couldn't quite hear.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. Don't be shy. Just tell me. I promise I won't be shocked."
"I have always wanted the woman to tell
me
what to do," he replied, a little louder this time.
"Do you mean in bed?" I wanted to be 100% sure about what he meant.
"I mean in every aspect of life. I have always wanted to have a beautiful woman instruct me in everything. I want you not only to tell me what to do, but order me to do as you please. I want to serve you in the best way I know how and that's by being an obedient slave who caters to your every need."
I won't pretend I wasn't slightly shocked to start with. But, the more I thought about it, the more intrigued and interested I became. I mean, I have always been the one to make the decisions, and don't like it when I don't get my own way. So, the more I thought, the more I realized that this was something that could give us both what we needed to be happy.
"I'm willing to give it a try if you are," I answered after a few moments. "Only, if I don't get it right, you will have to let me know."
"You don't understand," he said. "If
I
don't get it right,
you
have to tell
me
!"
"Oh. I'm starting to understand!" I laughed.
From that night, we have progressed quite a long way along our path, and now very rarely have vanilla sex. The rest of the time, we have the most amazing sex life, which usually involves me 'abusing' Gerard with a whip, butt plug, ball gag, spiked heels, and sometimes all of them at once! Gerard is an extremely obedient slave who will go out of his way to service my needs and, on the odd occasion he gets it wrong, he pays the price by receiving extra punishment from me. I have to say that I think he sometimes gets it wrong on purpose just so he can get more punishment!
A typical night will be when I make him shave every inch of my body hair and then his own before we have a scene. I make him walk around the house and do the chores with no clothes on. I've seen him jump a few times when he is cooking a barbecue! After we are shaved, depending on how I'm feeling, sometimes we will just have a straightforward scene where I order him to his knees, and cuff and blindfold him, before whipping his ass into submission.
Last night was pretty intense. For the first time ever, I got Gerard to cum four times in one session. I have never seen him as horny as he was last night but maybe that had something to do with my new toy! I had bought a strapless strap-on so that I could peg him. He was blindfolded, and on his knees, and I started with the usual ass-slapping. When he was hard, I thought I would give him a surprise, and slipped the strap-on into my pussy, and then into his ass. I had an amazing feeling of power when I was fucking him and, due to the shape of the dildo, it was stimulating me at the same time.
The first time he came, it was probably because I mis-timed things. I was too slow to smack his dick to stop him and, when I put my arm around his middle to do so, he came all over my hand as soon as I touched him. Of course, he needed to be punished for that as I had not given him permission. But, I let it go quite easily as he had been excited by the pegging. I made him lick my hand clean of jism, and my wet pussy clean, too, of course.
By the end of the evening, we had both climaxed four times and I never would have thought before that sex could be as exciting and fulfilling as it now is.
Whoever said that librarians are boring was dead wrong!
Curiosity...
by Arielle
It all started with a question. A question that I asked out of nothing more than curiosity after finding some, shall we say, interesting things on my husband's tablet when I borrowed it for a moment to look something up. There were pictures and videos and searches all revolving around one thing. Men, bound and gagged, prostrate before the dominant women who stood above them looking superior and gorgeous. My husband and I had been married for 10 years and I knew he looked at porn. Hell, I had my fair share of regularly visited websites as well, so I wasn't upset about that. I was more curious than anything else because I'd had no idea that he was even interested in things like that.