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x-posted from Lady Evyl

Two weeks ago today I was at my host’s house in Raleigh North Carolina. I had been invited by Melequus to her home and city and local dungeon for a cell popping workshop. It was quite an honor and a pleasure to be there. Honestly so much happened in my 4 days there I am not sure where to start, what to talk about or in which order. So bare with me in this blog…just go with the flow!

Melequus lives in Cary county in a very cute and quaint country house with lots of land and a stable for 2 horses and is rented out! I had my own lovely room on the 2nd flour with a balcony. I am a city gal so for me this was completely different and I was gaga over the horse. This is horse country! Horses everywhere. In Quebec farm lands have mostly cows. Friday was leisurely and we drove around a bit in the town of Chapel Hill which is super cute actually. Its got a big university so it had lots of hip coffee shops and bars and all.

Danger was in the air though as soon as I arrived in NC…the coming snow and how everyone was freaking out about it…to the extent that both parties I was due to attend were possibly to be canceled. I am from Canada so even if the population there is very unaccustomed to snow I had a huge problem  sympathizing. The governor actually declared it a State of Emergency!!!!! I think I saw finally at most 3-4 inches accumulated. That is a flurry for me. But when in Rome….I did my best to smile and go with the flow.

But in the end nothing got canceled. Friday night a party was thrown in my honor at a Femdom dungeon called FAD…although the party was not a Femdom party as usual, just rented for me that night. An online friend, Nev, living in NC organized it for me and it was so wonderful to meet her in real life. During evening I also met rich. Mel had matched us up months ago on Fetlife in hopes that she would secure me an interesting sub to play with while there. rich and I had on/off communication and there was good potential. I did play with him that night and it was a very pleasant scene. he is not very experienced but seemed eager in his ignorance of what he liked or did not. Although he said CBT was something he enjoyed and I love CBT! he got quite a beating in the end, I got quite an interested crowd watching and fun was had by all.After our session he offered himself at my disposition 24hrs a day till my departure and also offered to drive us all to La Fortress the next day, the dungeon where I was to give my Cell Popping workshop. A sweet offer I gladly accepted since by now the snow was falling, La Fortress is normally a good 1hours drive and he claimed experience in bad driving weather conditions.

Saturday rich picked us up at 2 pm and we got there shortly before 4pm…the time I was due to start. I also never saw so many cars in ditches along the highway. Had it been nice it would have been a record attendance with 80 people signed up. But since it was the end of the world about 20 showed up…which is more then the normal monthly workshop. We even started an hour late as guest on their way called to say they were in a ditch but asked if we would wait lol. For the evening portion of the party about 35 people were present in total and as it was decided the day about 20 slept over as to not have to drive on the snow covered roads.  So it turned into a really fun slumber party and they had prepared eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the morning.

La Fortress is awesome. Its an entire dungeon house in a country setting. The kitchen and living room are common grounds to socialize without play. The basement is a huge dungeon with about 10 stations. There is also a big medical room on the first floor and another play room and an attic. The workshop went really well and the demo was awesome too with my ’stunt-bottom’ being none other then Nefarious, Mr SouthEast Leatherfest 2009. I got lots of great feedback and 2 sessions in the evening involved Cell Popping. it was an honor to see people wanting to incorporate it into their play.

A bit later I did my 1st of 2 scenes that night with rich…a bondage scene with a bit of CBT, spanking, flogging and a wonderful mindfuck opportunity. We later had a 2nd scene too and I was just pleased by how well we played together and I just loved the submissive energy he was feeding me. The second scene involved him being tied to a padded ladder. At the end he came off the ladder shaking like a leaf. he said he could not remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush. he may be new but has pain slut potential. I also incorporated a cell popping into our session. I wanted him to remember me for a while so I marked him with my initials on his hip. But this time we definitely had started to really feel a mutual connection. it was really nice having someone there with me, genuinely serving me, rather then a sub making an effort to please the visiting Mistress.

I asked rich to spend Sunday with me to give a bit of a break to my host who was by my side for 3 days now. he then took me on a drive through the country and the capital, Raleigh. I also asked to see the ghetto area as we just don’t have such ‘defined’ spots so much in Canada. Sure we have neighborhoods that tend to attract a larger number of particular ethnics but its not the same. Here its still has that old South flavor to it. It was not so bad and we did come across a spiffed up old police  car with a young dude in it. I got a pic and the driver saw me he was laughing and smiling. probably thought I liked his car when I was actually taking a ‘ghetto car’ pic.

After we went back to his place so he could shower before dinner. I picked his clothes, inspected the marks after 3 play sessions (lovely!) with Me and he showed me his gun collection as pr my request! GUNS…omg! Again, Canada is not a gun country. Sure people have them but you are not allowed to carry one on your person while walking down the street (legally). And honestly the majority do not own them. I have never been around guns. So I had to take a pic of  me with some of his guns.

We went out for dinner to a more traditional NC food place. I ordered a local wine and had chicken and dumplings (yummy). he ordered side dishes for me to try: pulled pork appetizer (excellent), creamy grits (not bad with the cheese), collard greens (meh, was OK) and corn bread (yummy) with Pot Liquor (gross). What is Pot Liquor you ask? It’s the liquid that is left behind after boiling vegetable greens and meat. rich told me as a kid this stuff was usually thrown out in the woods behind their house and no one would EVER consider ordering it, he found it funny to see that on the menu.

Sunday was a precious day spent in great company. It really made the trip. A note one play and the scene there. Fetish is non existent there…its just BDSM and they take it safely and seriously…they play a hell of a lot harder too in public. I am talk real sadism and blood play and all but completely done in a safe way. Honestly I liked it better then the current Montreal scene which is going towards fashionable fetish parties and pure BDSM night are getting more and more scarce. I hope to take what I learned on this level in NC and do my best to help Montreal find a more solid BDSM root again.

This last picture below I just received today from NC….it’s some of the last snow still found in Cary county from the ’storm’ when I was there. Too funny!

She has mentioned a few things that she’s always wanted to do but hadn’t yet.

I told her I would do them (of course) and one in particular made me wince but at the same time eager to do it. Eager to be the first, eager to give her something nobody else had. I find myself desperate to make her fantasies come true. Even something that scares me.

Maybe a little bit of it is to prove my adoration, but most of it is to please her, to give her something she hasn’t had yet, to know that she can use me for whatever she wants.

Tonight, one of those things happened.

I was…ok bear with me because this sounds like something out of a porno but then again, so much of what she and I have done sounds like it comes out of a porno. A very high budget, well written porno.

I was in her kitchen, naked, doing the dishes and wearing a collar and a brand new ball-stretcher (2.5 inches). After I finished I asked if I could eat and she offered me some leftovers she had delivered.   

“Oh, wait”, she said with a wicked smile, “give me your cock-head”.

I knew what was coming, it was one of those things I had winced about. One of those things she had always wanted to do and now she was going to do it.

She reached among the leftover burger and fries and grabbed a jalapeno pepper, tore out a small chunk of it and slowly slid it inside my urethra so just a small piece was visible.

What happened next was a blur. A very painful blur.

At first I was hard, hard because it felt a little warm but mostly hard because I could see how much it turned her on.

It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and she had a very big smile on her face.

“Do you want it out?”

“Yes!” I stammered

“Then you’ll have to cum it out”.

I had serious doubts if I would be able to or not but the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, jerking this burning piece of flesh between my legs

I was close, I could have came right then but at that moment her best friend came out of the bathroom, she had been dying her hair and came out to see what all the commotion was about.

“God I love coming over to your house!” she exclaimed as she saw me kneeling and jerking off in front of her smiling friend.

“Should I let him come?” my owner asked her best friend

“No”

“Fuck”, I thought. I was so close, I wanted so badly to come, more from the desire to expel that evil evil pepper, than to experience an orgasm.

I stopped and the pain began to increase even more. The burning became unbearable and I started to shake and whimper.

“My poor baby, do you want me to make it stop?” she asked.

“Yes…” deep breath, wince, whimper “please” and she ran off to grab some yogurt from the kitchen, I think she asked me where it was in the fridge but I was in no condition to answer.

Moments later she was rubbing yogurt into my urethra and I could feel it starting to cool but not enough. Her best friend returned with a bowl of milk and I was told to “dip your dick in the milk”.

I did.

I felt like Yosemite Sam dropping his ass into a barrel of water after Bugs had just lit him on fire.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It wasn’t over though.

She made me hold that position for ten minutes. My muscles aching as though I was in some convoluted yoga position. As I breathed heavily and moaned, she would kiss me and stroke my hair.

Oh and she took photos.

That was about an hour ago. She asked me to write about it and so here I am, naked, still a bit numb, laying on the floor next to her couch as she pets my back and occasionally steps on my balls and smiles at me.

Sometimes, when you get what you wish for, it’s better than you imagined.

Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her.  “No, I’m not going to the reunion.  Everybody from high school was so stupid.  Don’t you remember?”  Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”

Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back.  With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then.  You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years.  We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?”  She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest.  “I think that one might look okay on you.”

Val shrugged.  “I dunno.  Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?”  She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution.  “You just want to see Johnny again.  Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion.  He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now.  Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”

Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk.  “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.  Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people.  You know, people.  Not the kind who are customers, but people.”  Sarah smacked her bubble gum.  “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing.  Snag a guy at the reunion.  Have a little fun.  I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”

Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny.  Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night.  For the first half hour or so Val was left alone.  She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch.  Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her.  Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place.  Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.

She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl.  Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium.  She didn’t remember him.  Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood.  The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself.  I’m Val Fox.  Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you.  What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake.  His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.

He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox.  I’m Robert Murrel.  I attended school here, but I graduated from East.  My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.”  Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room.  “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.”  He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held.  “That looks good.  I think I’ll have some.”

Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome.  He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table.  She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”

Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby.  “Let’s sit,” he said.  “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world.  I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.”  Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full.  She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West.  He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers.  Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt.  A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.

This was why her relationships never worked out.  Val always fixated on men with nice belts.  She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them.  In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive.  Val was a true switch.  She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment.  Val could handle vanilla sex.  What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role.  She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home.  That’s why she started The Fairy Store.  Val needed to create her own destiny.

“Are you okay?” Robert said.  “You’re kinda not paying attention to me.  I just asked you a question.”  His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.

“Oh, sorry.  I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed.  Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man.  His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long.  If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that.  The friend who accompanied me here ditched me.  There’s nobody else I intend to talk with.  If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand.  I’m a business owner myself.”

Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know.  Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”

Nadia arrived at Robert’s ranch style house four hours later.  It was a bachelor pad with little in the way of decorations.  Most of his furniture was comfy and brown or beige.  Until her phone call, he hadn’t known she’d even moved back to town.  When she walked through the hallway into the living room, Nadia was as stunning as ever.  Robert approached her as soon as he saw her lips curl up into a wickedly seductive smile.  Wearing a shirt that read the name of a local bar, The Whale’s Belly, her nipples protruded through the “a” of “Whale” and the “y” of “Belly.”  “Damn, I forgot how fine your tits are,” he said, tracing the outline of the two letters.  “You know I’m a breast man.”

She flipped her long, straight blonde hair behind her shoulder.  “And you know from the old days that I like a good fuck just about as much as anything else.  I’ll let you under the Whale’s Belly if you’ll let me be on top.”

“It’s a deal.”  Robert’s pulse quickened as he stared at the bump sticking through the “A.”

He stripped off all his clothes, glad he kept up the rigorous gym routine in the mornings before work.  His jeans, flannel shirt, tank top, socks, and boots all dropped to the floor in a messy pile to the side of the couch.  Nadia watched him, her eyes fixed on his crotch.  She crinkled her nose before smiling again when she saw the sculpted abs Robert had worked so hard to maintain.  He felt comfortable around her, and he knew it drove her crazy when he was slow about taking off his underwear.  Robert crossed the room and then tapped the button on his stereo, filling the room with the echo of soft music.

While sitting on the couch, Nadia lifted the T-shirt over her supple breasts and then pulled her pants down. They slipped off her legs with a tomboyish lack of grace.  She wasn’t tall exactly, but her legs always seemed longer than most women’s legs.  Robert watched Nadia lift her feet out of the pants.  His belly tingled as he anticipated a good fuck.  In the past, Nadia always kept him guessing.  Sometimes she liked sex rough and was feral about their play.  Other times she insisted he take his time and tease her.  He wondered how Nadia wanted it this time around as he sat on the couch next to her.

Her skin was tan except for her bikini line, which suited Robert just fine.  His heartbeat ratcheted up a notch when she neared him with those long legs and tanned skin.  He wanted to explore under the whale’s belly, and she knew it.  Robert missed calling her these past few years whenever he desired a convenient, guilt-free lay.  They used to be a regular fuck when both of them weren’t in committed relationships.  Nadia had been with Joe for a couple years and a hundred miles away, so they hadn’t really kept in touch for awhile.  She winked at him before lifting her leg over Robert’s lap and letting out a deep, slow sigh.  Just like before, they avoided kissing on the mouth as Nadia straddled his lap. Their mutual understanding was that this act they were about to perform was about pleasure, nothing more.  There were no strings attached whatsoever.  Her pussy rocked over his hairy thigh, dampening his leg.  She was wet even before he fondled her.  “Damn, Nadia.  You’re soaked.  Take that thong off.”

He traced the outline of her panties and tugged at the fabric with one hand.  He stroked her long, blonde hair with the other.  Nadia snapped the waistband of his briefs and said, “There’s no use taking mine off if you’re not gonna take yours off.”

Robert panicked.  His dick was limp under the underwear.  Surely Nadia could feel and see his lack of a hard-on, but he didn’t want to talk about it too.  “I can tell you’ve been eager for this,” he said.  “Probably even touching yourself before driving over here.”  Deflecting the topic usually was a good tactic.  If he could just change the subject he’d be okay.  Robert was sure obsessing about having an erection was the problem.  As soon as he could forget about trying, it’d happen.  If he could just focus on Nadia for awhile, he’d be ready to fuck in no time at all.  “Tell me about what you want to do.  You know I like talking dirty,” he said.

“Yeah.”  Nadia removed her panties by lifting her pelvis above his lap and threading one leg at a time out of them.  “I’m glad you like talking dirty,” she said.  “Because it’s been awhile since I’ve done that.”  She pressed her tits against Robert’s chest, and she whispered into his ear.  “I wanna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have the image of us in your head for days.”  She clenched her jaw, whistling through her teeth before biting roughly on Robert’s neck.  “Just like the time we were in the woods on that tree stump.”

“But I’m gonna need a little warming up first,” he said.  Robert cupped her full, round breasts in his hands.  They were just as wonderful as he remembered.  “Tell me more about how naughty you’ve been,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Nadia said as she licked his nipples.  She sucked roughly before dismounting from his lap.  He watched as she knelt between his legs and then grasped the elastic of his underwear.  She slid them off once Robert lifted his hips.  Her expression said it all.  She didn’t want to talk anymore.  Instead, Nadia used a gliding motion with her tongue as she licked his balls and his cock.  What she was doing felt good, but Robert’s penis didn’t respond.  Nadia then took it into her mouth and used her lips over the shaft.  Robert grunted, mostly out of frustration.  He didn’t even achieve a partial erection.

His face burned with embarrassment as Nadia said, “What’s wrong?  You whack off earlier today before I called you or something?”

“No,” he said.  “I don’t know what’s going on.”  He pushed her head away from his balls.  “I’ll pleasure you though.”

They traded places.  Nadia sat on the couch, and Robert knelt between her legs.  He eased his middle finger and then his index finger inside her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue.  Nadia always had been a gusher.  Robert closed his eyes as he licked between her clit and opening while finding her G-spot with his fingers.

“Right there,” she said.  Nadia’s breathing deepened, and she began panting after he found the right places with his fingers and tongue.

Robert smiled at her directness.  Why was it that his fuck buddy was okay with telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, but all the women he’d even remotely wanted to date long term couldn’t be as straight forward?  He liked it when women knew what they wanted.  Call a spade and spade and move on, he thought.

Robert curled his finger in the motion he usually used while beckoning someone to “come here,” while he returned to her clit with his mouth.  Nadia rested her legs on his shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth.  Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, the juicy flesh pulsing as she moaned, begging him not to stop.  Robert was frustrated that he couldn’t put his cock inside where his fingers were, but he didn’t want to break her concentration, so he brought her to climax manually and orally instead.

“Your turn,” Nadia said after she was sated.

“No, that’s alright.  I’m kinda not so much in the mood anymore,” he said.  “You’re right; I jerked off earlier before you called me.”  The lie stuck to the roof of his mouth like cotton candy as he spoke.  He turned away from Nadia.  As Robert lost sight of her in his peripheral vision, and he picked the socks off the floor, his cock hardened as soon as the falsehood left his mouth.  “What the fuck?” he said aloud.

“Huh?” Nadia said.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”  The second lie caused his erection to grow harder, longer.  Damn, he wanted Nadia.  “I changed my mind,” he said.  Unsure if the fear of losing the opportunity was what changed his body’s response, Robert didn’t waste the opportunity.  Nadia was always a good lay, and she didn’t disappoint him when he asked to be pleasured.

The first time Robert tried physical intimacy with a woman after Lilly’s curse was when he hooked up with a friend who’d been a former fuck buddy.  “Do you wanna hook up tonight for old time’s sake,” Nadia said during a random phone call one day.

“What do you mean by hook up?  A round of beer?  A night of dancing?  Be more specific,” he said.  Robert loved goading Nadia.

“Hook up, hook up.  I need a good lay.  You know how we used to be fuck buddies before I met Joe.  He and I broke up over six months ago, and I need to release some tension,” she said.  Nadia sounded like she was chewing gum as she talked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.  You know where to find me.”  Robert wondered if Nadia was wearing anything.  It had been awhile since he last saw her, and she normally meant business when discussing sex.  He wondered why she and Joe broke up, but he didn’t ask.  Why ruin her desire to have a friendly fuck?

Oh how I love the whimpering sounds that slip through the mouth of a sub enduring a CBT experiment of mine. I love to experiment with it and push limits. And I am always on the lookout for fun new CBT toys. So when I saw the Ball Crusher up for review on Extreme Restraints I could not pass up the opportunity.

Picture by benatural

Although the torture device look of it is awesome, I was at first a little disppointed at the quality of the construction of it. It is very solid steel but it is a dull silver finish. But it does not hinder obvioulsy its effectiveness. Imagine unfinished industrial look. I would say it weights about a pound on its own. It is a heady rectangle with a large screw on one end that pushes up or down a metal bar. The balls or the whole penis and ball can be inserted and tighened into place.

I got to test it out on 2 victims for this CBT toy review. The first was out at the local BDSM club this past Saturday night. A fellow Mistress friend and I went to town on a masochist friend of ours. After his back and buttocks were well worked over we flipped him over and worked the front. I placed the toy on him and we left it hanging there for a while as we did other activities. It certainy got a nice reaction from the crowd and many came to ask about it. You can see the pic here to the right on Saturday night.

And Sunday I had a kinky visitor at my place who also was a willing victim. But I also got him to try some weights with it….the heavy ones. Here you can see on the right his pic with a 5 pound weight hanging from the loop in the handle. He only could take a minute of it lol. After I had fun dragging him around the room a bit usign the handle a bit like a leash…..love little subtle humiliation.

What did I think of the Ball Crusher? I like the look of it on a boy for sure, its intimidating looking to them when you put it on. The screw is slow to go up and down so at times I feel like I was turning forever. I did like though how just a little turn could turn tight to just a bit too tight (in a good way). I love the look on the boy’s faces at that point. On its own its not so heavy but I like the ease of hanging some weight to it.

So what did the boys think of it? Both said it was OK and a good idea. Both had a same complaint as well. See the pic below. See the free space where the moving bar meets the side of the rectangle. Yep its decent size gap that is perfect for pinching the skin if you don’t really hold the balls in place when tightening. Both complained about pinching. They did like the feeling once on and did not find it too heavy on its own.

Overall its a fun toy to add to your CBT chest if you are into it. If you are not good at CBT I would say skip this one because it does take attentive care a bit during installation. I give it a 3 stars out of 5.

Mystress Lady Evyl

“How are you doing?” George Peter asked.  Everyone called him G.P.

“Not too bad,” Robert said as he helped G.P. carve an ornate figurine that would eventually be part of a cuckoo clock.  Woodworking was the only thing he truly enjoyed doing with his father.  They’d never really bonded over things like fishing, hunting, or sports, but woodworking was G.P.’s business.  Ever since Robert was a young boy, he recalled how proud his father always seemed after he’d created anything nice out of wood.  Robert reached across the table to grab a carving tool.

“I heard from what you told your mother that one of your clients attacked you the other day.”  G.P. continued working on his own ornate piece as he spoke.  G.P. wasn’t a man of many words.  Whenever he worked on a project with his son, however, the words seemed to flow more freely.

“Attacked isn’t really the right word,” Robert said as he scraped a light line with his knife into the wing of the cuckoo bird.  Pine wasn’t his favorite wood, but his father had insisted this clock be solid pine except for the gears and other metal pieces.

“Then what would you call it?”  G.P. asked.  He stopped carving and manually sanded a rough spot on the side of the unpainted pendulum.  It would eventually hang from the bottom of the clock.

“My client threw some stuff but she wasn’t violent or anything.”  Robert tried not to sound defensive, but he was pretty sure his efforts weren’t working.

G.P.’s sanding took on a more elbow grease as he said, “A boy like you should take a few classes in conflict resolution.  Going to school is good for a businessman such as you.  I’m sure you must deal with potential situations before the clients get out of hand.”

Rather than argue with his father, Robert continued working the pine into the fully formed bird.  G.P. was usually right about most things, but Robert wasn’t a little boy anymore.  He didn’t like being told how to live his life.  He tentatively agreed to look into the cost of attending a conflict resolution course, doubting he’d actually enroll. Why bother?  Customers would show anger when claims were denied.  No class would change the fact he’d never be able to please everyone all the time.  The customer wasn’t always right, regardless of what customers believed.

Robert held the cuckoo up for his father’s approval.  “What do you think, Pop?”

“Looks good, my boy.  Might be the best bird you’ve carved yet.  It’s really unique.”

G.P. said the same thing every time Robert asked about one of his carvings.  Every one was Robert’s best carving in his father’s eyes.  In G.P.’s overly vocal opinion, Robert’s skills were as good as his own, but Robert knew better.  Carving was only a hobby for him.  For G.P. it was his whole livelihood.  No one would ever be as good a woodworker as G.P.

A few days later Robert munched on a bagel while sitting behind his office desk.  Between bites, he glanced at the clock and continued reading the daily newspaper.  The obit wasn’t anything the average Joe would find eye-catching, but Robert’s eyes were glued on Philip’s photograph as he read about the death.  The obituary didn’t say Philip committed suicide, but there were rumors swirling about town he strangled himself with a rope while away on business.  Within hours, Lilly would walk through the door to the agency’s office and begin the process of reporting Philip’s death, starting the insurance claim.  Robert’s battery powered clock ticked on the wall almost as loudly as his heartbeat felt as it drummed in his ears while anticipating her arrival.  He finished the bagel and wiped the cream cheese from the corners of his mouth before finishing an email to her.  Robert didn’t want a scene in front of the Joneses, so he purposefully scheduled Lilly’s appointment for the last slot of the day.  He had a few good sales leads lined up earlier in the afternoon and late morning.

The Joneses and the Ulbeks led to a few decent commission checks for the month.  Both clients were unusually easy sales, and Robert whistled during the down time between his lunch and the next appointment.  Four o’clock rolled by more quickly than he anticipated while he dealt with the other clients.

After Lilly was twenty minutes late for her appointment, Robert packed up his paperwork from earlier in the day, shoving the sheets into his briefcase.  Everyone else in the office already left for the day, so he was alone.  The thought crossed his mind that he should call Lilly before giving up on her, but judging from the description her next door neighbor, who happened to be Robert’s boss, had given him earlier in the afternoon of her appearance these last few days, he didn’t want to cross paths with Lilly any more than was necessary.  The way he had mentioned her, Charlie seemed to half expect her to foam at the mouth like a rabid dog.  Everyone connected to the insurance company was of the opinion she had killed Philip but staged it to appear like a suicide, including Robert.  She was more than just a fling gone bad.  He feared Philip’s death could ruin his career if she ever were convicted of murder and spewed venom against him in public regarding the circumstances under which the policy was sold.

He rose from the desk, briefcase in hand, when he heard a car-door slam outside.  About a minute later the oak door to the office opened with a violent swing followed by a crisp slam as Lilly stormed into the agency.  Robert was sure the doorknob dented the wall as she flung the door open.  His gut clenched, realizing there was no way to avoid talking to her that day.

“You told me the five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy would pay out if my husband died.”  Lilly’s mouth formed an elongated, rugged oval as she gritted her teeth at the end of the sentence.  Robert wasn’t accustomed to seeing her lips without her tell-tale burgundy lipstick.  Her entire face lacked make-up, and her skin looked pale even though the tone in her voice sounded as angry as a bull during a Spanish bullfight.  Speechless, Robert stood in the doorway of his part of the office while she shoved him aside to stand flush in the center of the room.

“You haven’t filed the claim yet,” Robert said.  “I can’t tell you whether or not the policy will pay.  You’ll have to complete the paperwork and submit it to the home office for review by our claims department.”

“You lied to me.  You didn’t explain the fine print,” she said.  Lilly’s words rang in Robert’s ears as she spat bile into his face.  What he told her when selling the life insurance policy was correct.  The point of purchasing life insurance was for the policy to pay out to the beneficiary upon a person’s passing.  This particular life insurance policy, however, had a suicide clause stating if a person committed suicide in the first two years of the policy, it wouldn’t pay more than three times the premium paid in.  Robert secretly doubted it would pay the five hundred thousand dollars to Lilly because Philip hadn’t even written out the first check for the premium as far as Robert knew.  It hadn’t even gone into force at the time Philip died.  Neither Lilly nor Philip told Robert he was suicidal when he gave the sales pitch and then later sold the policy.

Without sitting or filling out the claim paperwork, Lilly reached into her purse and said, “I curse you for your lies.  May you lose your ability to fuck women over, you lying sack of shit,” Lilly said.  She threw a handful of a powder-like substance into Robert’s face, momentarily blinding him.  “May you only be able to get aroused when you deceive the woman you’re seducing.”  She tossed another handful of the stuff at Robert.  Her aim was poor on the second throw, and it landed on Robert’s torso.  His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and the powder puffed out onto his stomach.  The room smelled a little like powdered sugar mixed with saffron.  The powder was light orange, and it was the consistency of cigarette ash.

With an animalistic half rubbing and half scratching motion, Robert’s hands touched his eyes in rapid movements.  If he could have flushed them out right away with water, he would have stumbled toward the sink in the break room, but the powder disoriented him.  His eyes watered as if she’d thrown acid in them.  Robert didn’t know what the substance was she’d thrown into the air and into his face, but his eyes hurt like hell.  His skin burned as the substance penetrated the fibers of his button-down dress shirt and suit pants.  He dropped the briefcase until the blurriness in his eyes subsided.  Robert’s vision returned slowly, in phases, as his eyes flushed the foreign material away.  What on earth was in his eyes and on the midsection of his body?

He wasn’t sure what had been in her hand until much later.  Through an educated guess after reading articles on the Internet, Robert concluded months later that Lilly’d thrown fairy dust at him.  After the stinging in his eyes subsided, Lilly was already gone.  Robert rubbed his eyes while contemplating what the ramifications of the curse would mean.  Perhaps it was all an idle threat.  After all, he hadn’t meant her any harm when selling the insurance policy, nor did he think their fling would amount to much of anything.  Lilly was the one who said over and over again she didn’t intend to divorce Philip.  Did curses only work if the person on the receiving end actually meant malice upon the person who uttered the curse?

Chapter One (A Cross Post from jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com)

“I can’t divorce Philip,” Lilly said as she unbuttoned Robert’s pants.  “We have a prenuptial agreement that would screw me out of just about everything I own.”  She unzipped his fly while looking up at his face; her almond shaped eyes glinted when the light hit her green irises.  “But I can thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”  Lilly knelt at his feet, the insurance policy on the floor next to her.  She raised her hand onto the quad muscles of Robert’s leg while looking up at his slicked back, meticulously styled black hair.

“You’re my favorite kind of client.”  He had given up hope of selling her husband, Philip, a life insurance policy once he found out she wanted to use him to cheat on her husband.  Robert wasn’t sure how, but she enticed Philip to sign the application for life insurance anyway.  Lilly had a power over men Robert didn’t understand, and he wasn’t about to risk a sale to find out how she convinced Philip to buy the insurance policy.  He had never slept with a client before, but there was something about Lilly drawing him to her.  Her long, wild curls brushed against the leg of Robert’s dress pants as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.  He watched her in the antique mirror hanging above her bed.  The site of her mouth pressed against his pants was dizzying.

“Philip’s your client, not me.  Don’t fear mixing business and pleasure.”  She released the waist of Robert’s pants.  They puddled around his ankles over his newly polished shoes with graceless elegance, leaving Robert’s firm lower abs exposed.  “But I have to admit that you could sell a man his own right hand for a good price.”  She smiled at him from her subservient position on the floor.  Lilly pressed her nose against the cotton of his boxers, nudging his cock.  Robert’s own tanned body in the mirror pleased him.  Just for kicks, he flexed his bicep for her while watching his reflection.  “You’re so vain,” she said, taunting him into punishing her.

Robert imagined the last time he had been with her, and he knew what she wanted.  He finished undressing while she continued to kneel before him.  Using his necktie as a makeshift rope, he tied her wrists so her hands were behind her back as soon as he undressed her.  Then Robert pulled her long mass of brown curls into a ponytail before clipping the end of her hair to the necktie around her wrists.  The effect was that her head was cocked back so she was forced to look up at him while she knelt.  “You shouldn’t call me vain,” Robert said, pinching her nipple.  Lilly closed her eyes as he rolled the tender flesh between his fingers.
A soft murmur escaped her lips.  “I know what vain looks like.”

Bending down beside her, Robert picked her husband’s life insurance policy off of the floor.  Robert wondered how much time the ink had to dry between Philip’s signature on the page and Lilly’s affair with him.  The paper was white, crisp, and unfolded.  Her husband’s signature read yesterday’s date, but he wasn’t convinced Philip really signed it that long ago.  Robert held the papers in front of her face.  “You naughty woman, fucking around on your husband after convincing him to buy life insurance from me.  You’re wicked.  You know that?”  He licked his finger and then nudged it against her pink, moist slit.  She sighed when Robert avoided her clit.

Lilly’s eyes twinkled when she looked up.  He held the insurance contract under her chin with his other hand.  “You’re gonna suck my dick and then swallow every drop I give you so we don’t get any semen on this paperwork, do you understand?”  Robert couldn’t wait to watch her struggle when she took the entire thing in her mouth.

Lilly blinked twice in rapid succession, obeying the rules.  Once she was bound, Robert didn’t permit her to speak.  She opened her mouth in a large O.  He followed the line of her gaze to see what she would see if he denied her his cock.  The antique crystal chandelier above her must have cost a small fortune.  In additional to the gold trim and silver details, the chandelier held ten white candles.  It caught the light in what appeared to be a thousand tiny reflections of their naked bodies.  “Keep your eyes open and look at the chandelier,” he said.  “You know how much I enjoy watching your eyes water as you submit to me in your throat.”

He hesitated to give Lilly his cock.  Instead, he took the signature page of the insurance contract and dropped it onto the floor before scooting it between her knees.  “Your job is to get wet for me, but not so wet that you drip onto Philip’s signature.”  Then he began to finger her clit.  She let out a short sigh followed by a longer one as he teased her little, fleshy nub.  As he touched her, Robert noticed how Lilly had to arch her back as a result of how he bound her hair to her hands with the necktie.  The ponytail clipped to her wrists was the perfect pose to tickle her, but he refrained.  Instead, Robert knelt and then bent over, licking along her slit.  She was already wet from the danger of having to explain the mussed up insurance paperwork.  They were using Philip’s copy.  The company’s duplicate was neatly tucked away in Robert’s leather briefcase.  He liked a little fun, but he wasn’t stupid enough to use the one the home office required.

“Good.  I have to help you by lapping up your juices before we begin.”  Robert licked along her parted pussy lips but avoided contact between his tongue and her clit.  After Lilly’s breathing became heavier, he returned to standing above her.  Holding the first page of the insurance policy under her chin again, Robert worked his cock between her thin, O shaped lips.  Lilly talked incessantly when they weren’t role playing, so he groaned with satisfaction as he pushed his cock past her teeth, past her tongue, and then into her throat.  She didn’t disappoint.  Robert held his cock there until he felt the sensation of her humming on his skin.  The violent, little jerks around his cock as she gagged delighted him.

Robert eased back, allowing Lilly to breathe while he pinched her firm, brown nipple with his free hand.  Her breaths sounded in loud rasps through her nose before he slipped down her throat again.   She only gagged once this time, as her body became accustomed to the intrusion of his solid flesh.  The hair at the base of his cock brushed against Lilly’s nose as he held himself as deeply within her mouth as he could.  Robert wanted his balls inside her mouth too, but she wasn’t capable yet of mastering that skill.  He stopped pinching her nipple to touch her cheek.  The buzzing began around his cock as Robert listened to her muffled request for air.  He held his cock in her throat anyway.

Robert was close to coming.  Not wanting her to immediately inhale what he was about to give her, he said, “I need to stay here a little longer.”

Lilly lightly pressed her teeth against his penis.  She needed air.  Her teeth pressed against the base of his cock a little harder as he groaned.  She would bite him if he made her resort to it.

He retreated into the middle of her mouth.  While listening to the frantic inhaling through her nose, he said, “Be ready for it.”  His cock went down her throat again but not all the way.  He purposely thrust at the area he knew would trigger Lilly to gag.  As her eyes sent tears down her face from the successive gagging, Robert withdrew his cock so that it was barely inside her mouth.  He loved watching her taste his semen.  The sensation of release was priceless.  He wished he could draw the orgasm out so it lasted longer, but his body responded in its own time.

She swallowed every drop.

“Good woman,” Robert said before removing his dick.  He faced her and knelt, kissing down Lilly’s neck to her chest.  Repressing the urge to make a face, he tasted the perfume she must have applied right before the visit.  It tasted like orange peels and caster oil.  He sucked liberally on her nipple while caressing Lilly’s pussy with his fingertips.  She wasn’t on birth control, so he had to be careful what course of action he chose next.  Robert wanted his cock to feel the tightness of her pussy, but he doubted she wanted him to enter her with the pregnancy risk, so he didn’t consider recovering from the oral sex for some real sex.  He wasn’t against using a condom, and the moans escaping her lips while Robert caressed her deeply told him to just continue what he was doing.  “Remember not to drip,” he said, knowing she had no more control over her slickness than he did over his erections.  Robert reached for the insurance paperwork, scooting it away from the direct path of her pussy.  Since Lilly was forced to stare at the ceiling, he deceived her without really ruining her fantasy.

He couldn’t help but think Lilly must really hate her husband.  That thought kept creeping through Robert’s mind as he brought her to climax.  One thing Robert knew for sure was he didn’t ever want to make an enemy of her.  No way, no how.  Anybody who fantasized about dripping on her husband’s life insurance policy had to be wicked.  As her moan progressed into outright begging for him not to stop the caress, Robert wondered if she intended to murder Philip for the insurance money.  If that was her intent, he didn’t want to know about it until after it happened.
Oddly, Robert felt used, like a puppet in some sinister plan.  Plus, he didn’t want any accusations of collaborating with Lilly to commit insurance fraud.  The little voice in his head had been screaming to him ever since he met Lilly not to have anything to do with her, but he chose not to listen to his conscience.  A good insurance lead was a good insurance lead.  Robert knew he had no way of knowing if she’d forced Philip to buy the policy.  He didn’t really know what Lilly and Philip’s relationship was like except that Lilly was having an affair at the moment with him.

(Crossposted from my blog Lair of the Dragon Mage.  To read the first four parts, click 1, 2, 3, 4. )

Thursday morning Luvbunny slept in and I went out to check on midnight movies and pick up a couple of items from the store.  I got tickets to the 12:01 showing of Land of the Lost and returned to the cottage.

I woke Luvbunny and we went down to swim and play in the pool.  As the week progressed, Luvbunny was getting bolder – I had purchased some half towels with velcro that could be wrapped around and worn – we went down to the pool wearing just those around our waists.  After a while, we got out of the cool water and lay on the deck chairs in the sun.

We went back upstairs to eat lunch, and watch TV for a bit.  I told Luvbunny that I had a surprise for her that evening before we went to see the movie, and she, of course, wanted to know what it was. I refused to tell her. ^_^

We went out to a few stores in the afternoon and then came back to swim and play in the pool a bit more.  As the afternoon turned to evening, the air got a bit cooler – cool enough that we left the pool and headed up to the hot tub.  Even though there was still plenty of light, we stripped down and got into the hot tub naked.  We sat in the hot tub for a bit, talking and playing.  After a few minutes, I started counting how many people could potentially see her if she stood up in the hot tub (she would have been in view of some 20 cottages, several shops across the street, and anyone that looked our way as they drove by).  Luvbunny said that she didn’t really care, so I told her to stand up. She looked at me for a moment, then she stood up and held her arms out.  She stood up until I told her it was alright to sit down again.

We sat in the heated water for a few more minutes until I decided to tell her what her surprise was: I was giving her a chance to top me for the evening – with a bit of a challenge: if she could make me come 3 times before we went to sleep (after the movie), I would give her another chance at a later date as well.

She grinned at me and started stroking my cock under the water, telling me I wasn’t allowed to come yet. (I’ve given her too many ideas. lol)

After we left the hot tub, Luvbunny and I took the toy bag downstairs to the bedroom with the bunk beds.  I held on to the metal frame of the bunk and Luvbunny searched through the toys to find a flogger.  She used the flogger on my back and ass for a bit, then told me to turn around.  I turned and she used the flogger on my chest and thighs, even (gently) on my cock.

I apparently didn’t give quite the reaction she was looking for (I don’t think my saying “Is that all you’ve got” was what she wanted. ) so she dropped the flogger and fished around in the toy bag until she found the clothespins. She grinned at me and put one on each of my nipples.  I grinned at her.  She added a couple more, and I kept grinning.  She decided to up the ante and began clipping clothespins to my cock, and then my balls. She stopped to take a couple of pictures, and then pulled the clothespins off of me. o_O (I posted one of the pictures she took as my most recent HNT.)

Once I stopped shuddering, she blindfolded me and had me turn around.  I held on to the bed frame and waited in blackness, straining to hear what was coming.  I didn’t have to wait long before I felt her hand on my ass.  She spanked me several times, then stopped.

I waited again, wondering what was coming next, but she was quiet.  I didn’t hear anything that let me know what to expect.  My clue was the sting of the rattan cane on across my ass. I jumped as the flexible rattan traced lines of fire across my backside.  (damn, that thing hurts. lol)

After give me several strokes with the cane, she set it aside and pulled the blindfold off of me.  She told me to turn around and I turned to see her bucking on her strap-on.  (I gave luvbunny a post hypnotic suggestion some time ago that whenever she wore her strap-on, she would feel the sensations in her clit, just as if it was her cock.)  I grinned and helped her into the harness, then began rubbing her cock.  She hasn’t quite gotten accustomed to that sensation, and she shied away from my touch, but I kept after her, stroking her cock until she came.  She gave me her best glare, and tole me to kneel and lay across the Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Position Master which she had placed in the middle of the floor.

Once I was in position, she knelt behind me, lined up and pushed her cock into my ass. She went slowly, but once she was buried inside of me, she began to thrust faster.  She leaned forward, holding onto my shoulders and making shallow thrusts with her hips until she came.  Then she lifted herself upright, grabbed my hips, and began making long strokes, working the entire length of her cock in and out of my ass.  She came two more times before slowly pulling out and sitting down to rest.

We cleaned up a bit, and then went upstairs and outside onto the deck in the front of the cottage.  Luvbunny sat on the bench built into the side of the deck, and I stood in front of her.  She leaned in close and took my achingly hard cock into her mouth.  She used her tongue, lips, and even her teeth very lightly and gently, and then harder. She teased me, changing from light touches to hard suction on just the head of my cock.  She used every trick she knew to extend the blow job for several minutes, until she finally grabbed my ass and pushed her head forward, taking all of my cock into her mouth and holding me there until I came.

We both rested for a while, and then cleaned up the toys before heading to see the movie at midnight.  The theater was nearly full, so there wasn’t any opportunity for much to happen during the movie.  We enjoyed the movie, and once it was over, we returned to the cottage, climbed up the two flights of stairs and fell into bed to sleep.

Dragon Mage