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Cross posted from Packing Vocals

I’ve had a couple of really intense sexual dreams lately, dreams where I was fucking you, hard and smooth. There was no way to tell if my cock was bio or strap on, just that it was real, belonged to me, was owned and used by me. Flesh and silicone, leather and blood it felt the same because it was the same. I could feel it pulsing, stiff and avidly filling you. I knew it was good and simply right to have my cock buried inside you. Every nerve ending in my entire body was shouting its joy, howling it loud and fucking clear. And I knew that you felt it too.

On top of you, I had you pinned by my weight and excessive desires. You were immobile apart from the compulsory movements caused by my continued and necessary thrusting. But your eyes were alive and dynamic, telling me and yelling out for more. With diminished vocabulary and a vocal range drastically reduced to a few grunts and guttural moans you declared how much I was fulfilling your needs.

Your body betrayed you, gave you away and to me at every stroke. I can play its games and win, read its wants and wet, wet, needs with ease. It thrills me to see you like that, given up, given in, surrendering entirely to my care and strict demands. Giving to my cock everything I want to take and more than I can dream.

The stream of profanity running constantly through my head goaded me, incited and drove me on yet most of it didn’t breathe fresh air. It really was pure filth in its finest impure form and what slipped through was tame and limp in comparison. Eventually, as time glides by you’ll hear it all I’m sure and the most disgusting lewdness will be music in your ears.

I know that I still bury it, the need, the longing, that I’m very good at digging great deep holes and throwing parts of myself inside. And for all my written swagger and cocksure words there are times when the real desire is swamped. When the terrified baby boy butch cowers inside and ceases to be able to connect the power and control to meaningful forward motion. When that happens, when I become inarticulate and powerless and submerged under the weight of forty fake years then maybe. Maybe those dreams are simply my way of fighting back.

And for all we’ve done and dreamed and talked about you still have no idea how much and how many ways I want to take you.

I bit of literary work…from me this week.

Do you remember the awesome site called Sugasm where one could fins the best round-up sex blogers? Although not the owner it was entirely managed by the fabulous Radical Vixen. She has a wonderful blog of her own and she asked me a while back to guest blog for her Vixen Invites Series. It took quite some time for me to find the right inspiration but when it came it hit hard.

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Playing Cops and Robbers – by Mystress Lady Evyl

In a quiet booth on a quiet Sunday night we are half way though eating our dinner at a local restaurant. I have travelled a long way to be here to give one of my workshops and this man I am sharing a meal with was chosen as a possible good match to play with and serve me while I was touring the local dungeon party circuit. They were right, we were a good match.

Sunday is my last day here and I am spending it alone with him. It’s been a great day so far playing tourist. Before dinner this man asks if we can stop by his place so he shower before dinner, he has not been home since Saturday lunchtime. Once at his home I get the grand tour. It’s a nice house, big, sparse in furniture and clean. The most exciting thing for me actually is a closet in the basement. That is where his police uniforms are stored, real ones. He is not full time but he is on the force. I make a mental note.

As the waiter walks away from our table I say to him “I want you to fulfill one of my fantasies tonight”. He looks up at me quizzically and is very attentive. We had already discussed my little fetish for play fighting and wrestling over the weekend. I say “I want you to put on your cop uniform and we will wrestle with you in it”. He was not expecting that. His eyes grew wide open and he hesitated for a moment. But he agreed willingly once the hesitation passed.

Dinner is finished lasciviously and we make our way back to his place. We chat for a bit and then he excuses himself and goes to the basement. He is gone for some time and I know he is changing. I call out to him after a while to see if all is OK and he answers he is in the bathroom. Yeah, sure! I make way up to the top floor where the bedrooms are. I choose my hiding place behind the door of the guest bedroom. If he is playing the cop well I am going to be the criminal in pursuit. I hear him coming up the stairs. I watch him appear through the crack between the door frame and door. My heart sinks and I melt, he is gorgeous and confident all dressed up in his uniform. He first heads in the opposite direction than the room I am in. Moments later he is back in the hallway with a look on his face that says ‘where is she’. Eventually he comes in the room I am hiding in. His back is to me, he is 2 feet away. I am frozen and hesitant; I just want to watch him. But I wake from my reverie and I attack him from behind.

Now why do I have a wrestling fetish? I do not know. I have never been in a fight and I don’t have siblings. I just know it is exciting and I am pretty smart in trying to find a way out in general. Just before we hit the bed I notice he already has a pair of handcuffs in his hand ready to ‘take me’. Sneaky bastard, I’ll give him a fight. Now of course had I been a real criminal I would have been in handcuffs in no time. He is letting me struggle a bit. But after a while I am on my back and my left arm is twisted behind my back and it HURTS. “Hold it, time out. No pain” I say. He answers “I’ll never get the cuffs on you then without a bit of pain if fighting, that would be normal procedure for an arrest”. “Too bad” I say, “I am the Mistress and I do not do pain, you’ll just have to wrestle longer”. He lets go of my arm and its back to fighting. Since the beginning he has me pinned down in no time but every time he tries to let go one of his hands to try and cuff me that is when I get sneaky and try to escape. I can actually see him getting a little frustrated as to how he should deal with this problem. But we are also giggling and are having so much fun.

Next thing we are falling off the bed and land on the opposite side of the room. This feels like a movie scene a bit and I love every moment of it. We have been struggling a good 10 minutes now. I feel out of breath and I can see the beads of sweat falling off his forehead onto me. Suddenly I feel a route of escape and try to crawl away but before I make my getaway he grabs my ankle. The thing is my pants are loose and I am not wearing a belt so as I keep struggling I actually slip half way out of my pants. He is back on top but I keep fighting…so much so I realize later I have made a mess of his wall with pant marks. I am getting tired and eventually give in just enough for him to get the cuffs on me. The criminal has been caught and is laying face down on the floor with pants around the ankles now. I am helped to my knees and we are both exhausted after a good 15-20 min of wrestling. I feel completely exhilarated and loved every minute of it.

Now he takes out a plasticized paper and proceeds to read me my rights and informs me I have been arrested. His face relaxes and he looks at me with a coy smile “Now it would be a shame for a lovely young lady like you to have a criminal record. If you promise to behave I’ll take those cuffs off and we can maybe come up with an arrangement to wipe you record clean”. OMG I love this guy, he is so creative, playing his role to the very end. I agree to behave and the handcuffs are removed. The role play scene is over. We catch our breath on the bed and are laughing. I ask him if it’s the first time he does this with his uniform on, certain I am not the first to ask. He tells me indeed some have asked in the past but this is the first time he has ever agreed to it because he trusts me. I actually accidentally ripped off a minor accessory of his uniform during the struggle. He picks it up and offers it to me as a souvenir. Although I do take back the reigns of control, I do ‘clear my record’ and leave without a criminal record

Since I have been back home whenever that guest room is brought up in our conversations it is referred to as the wrestling room. Every time I see the souvenir I cherish the memory of that night. I can definitely say that is one of my top fantasies now fulfilled. I have checked it off the list.

Title: Vamps

Includes short story “Neighbors” by Elizabeth Black

Publisher: Torquere Press

Release Date: December 23, 2009

Format: E-book and print book

Type: Anthology

Authors: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roerts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

Genre: Erotic lesbian romance and erotica

Category: “Neighbors” – contemporary lesbian
(total anthology categories include lesbian, contemporary, paranormal, and vampire)

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2412

Starting at: $5.95

Edited by Lorna Hinson with stories by Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

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Nine stories that range from historical to modern and from hard-boiled mystery to fantasy explore the world of the female vampire. They’re strippers and goddesses, bluestockings and hippies, but they all have one thing in common. Lust. Lust for blood, and lust for life, or maybe unlife. All of the night stalkers in Vamps are ready and willing to find a good time.

Some of the best authors in lesbian erotica and romance are here, spinning tales about the dark world of creatures of the night, and about the women who love them, women who are drawn to the power and freedom that the vampire embodies. Vamps features stories from: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black. Vamp up your life a little today!

BLURB FOR “NEIGHBORS”

Conservative, staid Annie expected peace and quiet when she moved into the Calvert Street Apartments. Hoping to get some work done, since she worked from home, she set up her flat and her daily routine in her usual, boring, unsurprising way. Little did she know that her new neighbors, Angelina and Charlotte, would give her a run for her money in the excitement department. Angelina and Charlotte awakened Annie’smost secret lusts as they lured her out of her safety zone and into their fevered way of living.

EXCERPT FROM “NEIGHBORS”

It was dark when she heard clattering next door, and awakened on a couch. She couldn’t remember where she was. Once she caught her equilibrium, she recalled watching sitcoms on television while lying on the couch in the living room and falling asleep during a blue jeans commercial. She thought of Lina’s swinging legs encased in that napkin-sized remnant of denim, and felt her pussy go into melt-down.

She listened to the rustling in the next apartment. Charlotte and Lina had arrived home at nearly 3:30 am.

It appeared that her new neighbors had a guest. A male guest, judging from the baritone mingling with the familiar giggles.

They didn’t waste any time. The noises quickly moved from the living room to the bedroom adjacent to Annie’s bedroom.

She rose from the couch and stripped off her T-shirt, shorts, and underwear, dropping them in a heap on the floor as she walked into her bedroom. Nude, she lifted her nightgown from the end of the bed, and froze.

The bed in the apartment next door creaked. Baritone was fucking either Lina or Charlotte or both of them within a few feet from where Annie stood. Judging from the sound, that bed was positioned with one long side against the wall, just like Annie’s bed. If that wall wasn’t there, it would look like one, huge, king-sized bed.

She knelt on her mattress and touched the wall. It throbbed in time with the movement next door. Faint moaning drifted through the fake wood paneling. She pressed her torso against the wall. The throbbing pulsed through her breasts, coursed down her belly, and slammed into her groin. I’m getting warm just thinking about what they’re doing. Could the mere sound of their sex turn me on? She felt her pussy heat up and swell, moist and tender. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed them against the rough wood. Knowing that this one thin wall separated them by mere inches excited her even more. I have to be very quiet. If I make any noise, they’ll hear me through these thin walls. Her pussy pulsed in time with the thumping those hot bodies made as they pumped into each other. It tightened and cramped in search for anything big and thick to wrap itself around. She arched her back, feeling the thumping against the wall pound into her skin, through her belly, and into her warm pussy. She was so turned on she dug her fingernails into the paneling. Warm cream dribbled across her swollen lips, and slid down her right leg. She rubbed her nipples into the rough fake wood, and moaned. Soon, the creaking of the bedsprings increased to a crescendo. After a few deep and shrill ecstatic moans, all was still.

Annie hugged the wall in silence. Waves crashed against the beach outside her balcony, in time with her throbbing pussy. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. The strong pulse between her legs begged for relief. She lay on her back atop her sheets and blankets. Her fingers found the moist lips. She rubbed her juices on her thighs and belly. The smell was musky. Delicious. Her fingers parted her lips, and massaged until they reached her swollen clit. The slightest touch was like an electric shock. Her legs bucked with each wave of pleasure. Her breath caught in her lungs, which were so full they threatened to burst. Her heart banged against her ribs, begging to be set free. She pulled at her nipples until they hardened to the size of purple gum drops. She wished her neck was long enough that she could lower her head and suck on them.

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AN UNEXPECTED GUEST
By Elizabeth Black

Release Date: November 23, 2009
Format: Paperback
Length: 202 pages
Publisher: Fanny Press
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Scorching
ISBN-10: 1603814272
ISBN-13 978-1603814270
Price: $14.95

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Annie’s life is in crisis, and it’s time for her to change things. She is determined to be controlled no longer by her arrogant boyfriend and overbearing mother: for the first time in her life, she is going to follow her dreams and do something she truly wants for herself. Her dreams lead her to a picturesque Bed and Breakfast by the ocean that is rumored to be haunted. As she throws fear to the wind and opens up to life’s new possibilities she meets Jason, whose long blonde hair and cheeky attitude she cannot resist.

EXCERPT

Jason’s face nudged its way into her mind as she soaked. She could not concentrate on her novel or her family memories because her thoughts drifted back to him and his engaging smile. Who was he? Why had he had such an effect on her? What did he mean that it was very important that she buy this house?

She thought of his broad shoulders and wondered what it would be like to rest her head on them. Frank was a remnant of her past now, and she needed to move on. Who would take over her passion and love for life? Would it be Jason? Although she barely knew him, she felt as if she has known him all her life. Why was that?. What did he mean to her? His long hair, blonde – so unlike the brunettes she normally preferred – fell down his back, begging for the touch of her hands.

As she soaked in the tub, she ran her hands over her breasts and belly, feeling a stirring in her pussy as she thought about Jason. Should she have accepted his invitation to get a room together? Did she miss a chance to have a hot and sexy night with a new man? While her trysts with Frank were hot and steamy, she felt no emotion, no attachment with him. Her tenderness towards Jason aroused her like no man had ever before. As she thought about Jason’s aroused stare, her hands traveled down her breasts, past her belly, and into her bush.

Her fingers found a very wet pussy as they circled her erect clit, bringing forth bursts of pleasure as Jason’s handsome face emerged in her mind’s eye. What would it be like to kiss him, to taste him? As she slid her fingers inside, she clenched hard with arousal, wanting to feel Jason deep inside her. Her fingers felt slick with her juices as she moved her fingers in and out, quickly and then slowly, rubbing inside and then against her clit as her arousal increased. She slipped further into the warm, bubbly water as she fingered herself, bringing out one hand and sliding her moistened fingers into her mouth, tasting her musk.

Originally posted on Butch Femme BDSM

Jan and Lizzie

Jan admired herself in the mirror. Her freshly cut short hair looked slick, she suited it more than she’d anticipated and she was pleased she’d plucked up the courage to get it done. She was dressed in a pale blue shirt topped with a suit jacket, tight black jeans and smart black shoes. Her hand strayed to her crouch where she fondled the visible and exciting bulge which was her new cock. Its feel and shape in her trousers plus the pressure of its base on her clit was making her excessively horny. She couldn’t wait to get to Lizzie’s house so she could try fucking with it for the first time. Grabbing her keys she hurried to the car, she didn’t want to keep Lizzie or herself waiting.

She arrived at Lizzie’s house bang on 8 o’clock, rang the bell and waited impatiently. She hoped Lizzie would be pleased with her new look and as excited as she was by her cock. Lizzie let her in and once they reached the sitting room she studied Jan carefully. “Wow” she said, “You look great” She looked for the expected bulge in Jan’s trousers and smiling she reached down to squeeze and tease Jan’s cock. Jan’s excitement rose instantly and she grabbed Lizzie and kissed her hard, as Lizzie responded she pushed her crotch against her insistently. “You’re very eager tonight” Lizzie whispered, obviously finding the situation amusing. For some reason this made Jan even more desperate and she pulled her closer, kissing her neck and running her hands eagerly over Lizzie’s back and bottom.

“I want you” she growled in Lizzie’s ear as she pushed her back towards the table. “Oh god!” was all Lizzie could mange as Jan continued to kiss her passionately while hurriedly undoing the buttons on her shirt. Jan squeezed Lizzie’s breasts, pinched her nipples and bent down to lift her skirt. Running her fingers over the fabric of Lizzie’s knickers she grinned at her rapidly moistening clit. She dragged Lizzie’s knickers down before positioning her half leaning, half sitting on the table and continuing to tease her wet clit. Lizzie responded to Jan’s desire with her own in equal amounts, and pulled frantically at Jan’s zip in an attempt to free her cock. Jan used her free hand to help and once her trousers were round her ankles she managed to release her throbbing cock. She wasted no time and thrust roughly into Lizzie’s hot, open cunt as they both lost themselves in desire.

Lizzie and Sandy

The conference was boring as hell and Lizzie couldn’t bear it any longer so she sneaked out of the main hall to have a wander round the exhibition. She wasn’t really interested in the displays but it was better than the tedious speaker she had been listening to. She paused in front of a stand offering “Exceptional Business Software Solutions” as well as the usual free pens etc, she wasn’t paying attention but a sultry voice interrupted her reflections. “Can I interest you in a demonstration?” When she looked up Lizzie saw a very handsome woman, smart business suit and perfectly groomed. The woman looked directly into her eyes and Lizzie wished it wasn’t the software she was offering to demonstrate. Her mouth opened and the word “yes” fell out before she’d even thought about it. “I’m Sandy” The woman smiled, “If you’d like to step into the office we can run through the demonstration in comfort” Lizzie had committed herself but at least the inevitably boring demo would be given by this sexy woman with the sultry voice.

Once settled into comfortable chairs in the office Sandy began her sales pitch, highlighting the advantages of the software over its competitors. Lizzie wasn’t listening to the words but was enjoying the soft seductive tone of Sandy’s voice as well as her close physical proximity in tiny office. She started to drift off into a very entertaining fantasy involving Sandy, herself and some hot, wet sex when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked up but Sandy hadn’t faltered in her sales pitch or her manipulation of the mouse with her other hand. So she glanced down to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and saw Sandy’s hand travel slowly up her leg then under her skirt to her inner thigh. It rested there a moment while Lizzie held her breath then Sandy expertly began to tease her without breaking stride in her spiel about the software. By the time Sandy had worked her way past the thin lace of Lizzie’s knickers to find her clit and cunt she was more than ready to welcome her.

Sandy and Madeline

Walking in the woods was one of Sandy’s favourite ways to start the weekend, especially in springtime and the earlier in the day the better. Madeline, her good friend of nearly 8 years enjoyed the woods too and they tried to take a walk most Saturdays weather permitting. On this particular Saturday it was just past 6am when they’d started out, turning right at the corner of the road and a few hundred yards further on was the start of the extensive woodland which was one of the reasons they walked here. Being out in the fresh air suited them both and they sauntered casually along exchanging idle conversation, commenting on flowers and trees or savouring the sights and sounds of the day beginning. This early it was unusual to encounter anyone else and they tried to avoid meeting people, it would spoil their delight at walking alone.

Madeline decided their route as she always did, she liked to walk away from the more frequently used trails and explore new areas. Sandy was perfectly happy with this arrangement; she liked the surprise and excitement of not knowing where they would end up. After walking for half an hour or so they were well away from any signs of human life and Madeline led them to a small clearing. Sandy looked round wondering if they’d been here before, her sense of direction was poor but that didn’t matter since Madeline would always get them home. She looked at Madeline questioningly and Madeline nodded meaning this was where they would take a break. Smiling Sandy walked over to a large and very solid tree, put the palms of her hands flat against the trunk and rested her forehead gently on the rough bark. Then she waited.

Madeline nodded silent approval at Sandy’s assuming the correct position without any verbal instruction but after knowing each other for so long she shouldn’t be surprised. Without a word she stood behind Sandy, reached round and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down around her ankles. Then she eased down Sandy’s knickers and stood back for a second to admire her pretty bottom before removing the belt from her own trousers. Sandy stood perfectly still not moving a muscle, patiently waiting for her Saturday morning treat. When Madeline struck her with her belt the first time Sandy felt her mind clear and let herself fall totally into the experience of being spanked and exposed in the beautiful woodland.

Madeline and Jan

Madeline tapped her foot, “Faster boi” she ordered and Jan hurried to finish strapping on the thick silicone cock before standing up as straight as he could, arms by his side, in front of Madeline. Smiling and arms crossed Madeline looked him over for several moments before circling round him to issue a stinging slap to his buttocks. “On your back, on the bed. Now” was Madeline’s next command and Jan wasted no time in obeying, knowing he would be punished if he was too slow. Madeline roughly took hold of Jans wrists dragging them over his head and tying them securely to the headboard. Next she tied Jan’s ankles together and fastened them to the bottom of the bed. Flat on his back and unable to move Jan’s cock stood up proud from its black leather harness making Madeline smile, delighted with her boi’s obedience and the prospect of lowering her eager cunt onto his cock. But only when the time was right.

Madeline knelt on the bed one knee on each side of Jan’s legs, smoothly she pulled her white silk slip over her head so she was completely naked. She watched the passion in Jan’s eyes and the twitching of his hands which made her all the more eager to torment him. Madeline’s cunt was wet, seeing Jan helpless and so willing to submit to her every desire always made her cunt wet. She stroked her hand over her breasts, down her stomach and slipped it between her legs. Opening her lips so Jan had the best possible view she began to tease her clit, building the already burning desire in both of them. Still playing with her clit Madeline moved so she was positioned over Jan’s desperate cock, Jan’s response was to try his best to raise his hips, to get his cock another millimetre closer to the object of his need. But Madeline wasn’t ready to allow him that pleasure just yet, “Lie still” she ordered “I am going to pleasure myself until I come and then I will use your cock but throughout you will not move a muscle.”

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(Cross posted from Lair of the Dragon Mage)

(This story was inspired in part by a Twitter conversation I had with @WyldeKyttin. A chance comment on her part gave me a seed of an idea. The idea blossomed later that day, and I started writing when I got home. This story is the result. I hope you like it. )

They grin at each other as he parks his car in a dark corner of the employee parking lot behind the gym. She turns her head and looks at him and asks again, “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble for this?”

“I have keys and alarm codes, little one. A benefit of being the manager. And tonight, I’ll also get the benefits of being your personal trainer,” he says with a smile.

They walk casually across the parking lot, trading playful kisses on the way to the back door of the building. She waits as he opens the door and slips inside to disarm the alarm. When the beeping stops, he opens the door to let her into the dimly lit building, bringing the small duffel bag with them. He leads her to the men’s locker room and they find a pair of empty lockers. They open the lockers and undress, placing their street clothes into the lockers. She reaches for the duffel but he takes her hand and pulls her close for a kiss.

“You don’t need to get into that bag, little one.”

She starts to explain, “I need to put on my workout clothes,” but he cuts her off: “You are in your workout clothes for tonight.”

Her eyes widen as it dawns on her what he considers some of his benefits of being her trainer would be.

He takes her hand and turns towards the locker room exit, picking up the duffel bag as he leads her towards the workout floor, neither of them wearing anything but their shoes. She starts to turn towards the cardio equipment, expecting to start her workout on the treadmill as usual, but he leads her towards the strength machines instead.

“This workout will be a bit different, little one,” he says as they walk out onto the mat in the center of the large strength circuit. “We’ll need to stretch a bit to start.”  He stands next to her and they help each other stretch out, following the pattern that they had used many times before: her hands on his arms or legs to provide resistance as he stretches, and then his hands on her arms and legs. This time, however, his hands wander over her body to places he wouldn’t normally touch when the gym was occupied, and his touches get her heart going almost as well as a short cardio workout.

When they finish their stretching routine, he looks at her and says with a grin, “Ok, I think you’re warmed up enough now.” He lightly touches the back of her neck and then traces his fingertip around to her throat and down between her breasts.  He follows the curve of her body back up and around and laughs as she shivers from the feather-like touch. She pretends to pout when he laughs, and he smiles at her as he runs his finger around her nipple which hardens at his touch.  He takes her nipple between two fingers and pinches, just enough to hold on, and then he begins to walk towards the weight machines, leading her by tugging her nipple.  He leads her to the dual axis pull down machine, opens the duffel bag and removes a towel which he drapes on the seat, then waits as she adjusts the height of the seat and sits down. He leans in close and kisses her, and then turns and removes some rope from the duffel bag.

He walks around to the side of the machine and tells her to hold onto the handles. She looks questioningly at the rope in his hands, but stretches her arms up and takes hold of the handles. He slowly ties the rope around her wrists and the handles of the machine, and then kneels beside the machine, using the remaining length of rope to tie her ankles to the metal legs. He moves around the seat of the machine and pulls the pin from the weight stack, replacing it at the highest weight: nearly 300 pounds.

“That should keep you still for a bit,” He says as he returns to the duffel, taking out a deerskin flogger. He stands behind the machine, his eyes wandering over the lines and curves of her body as she sits with her back and arms stretched up to hold onto the handles. He swings the flogger gently, smiling as the flinches when the tips of the falls flick over her back. He swings again and again, each pass of the flogger bringing the falls a little closer, each pass letting more of the deerskin touch her her skin, each pass landing with a little more force until the large room is filled with the thuds of the flogger striking her back. He settles into a rhythm, swinging the flogger with practiced ease, always watching her reaction, always listening to the sound of the flogger, and to the sounds of his partner. On some swings, he leans in closer, letting the flogger strike her side so that the deerskin wraps around her taughtly stretched body to land on her breasts, the tips stinging her nipples.

He watches her, judging her reaction, and when her breathing changes, he slows the flogger, pulling back so that only the tips touch her, lightly brushing over her reddened skin. As she begins to slump against the rope, he stops. He steps in close and lifts her arms, untying the rope to release her hands from the handles and supporting her as her arms fall. She leans against him for several moments until she can catch her breath, and then sits up. He kneels beside her to release her feet and gather up the rope and flogger before standing up again. He helps her to stand and removes the towel from the seat, noting the damp spot with a laugh.

He sees the question in her eyes, and answers before she can ask, “There is more, little one. Time for the next machine.”  He leads her to the prone leg curl, laying the towel over the pads and helping her get into place face down on the machine. He pulls the rope from the duffel again, using it to secure her hands to the handles, and her legs to the lift bar.  He pulls a small rattan cane out of the duffel and stands next to the machine, laying the rattan across his lover’s exposed ass.

He lifts the cane and taps it lightly across her flesh, teasing her with each touch until he has the feel for the angle. He lifts his arm and waits for half a breath before letting it drop. As his arm comes down, he flicks his wrist, snapping the rattan sharply across her ass.

She gasps and jumps as much as the rope will allow as the rattan kisses her backside with a fiery sting, and then quickly sucks in another breath as he lifts his arm again, waiting for him to swing and jumping again as the cane lands with another stinging stripe.

He flicks the cane up and down, each swing leaving a pink welt across the pale skin of her buttocks, each touch of the rattan causing her to jump. He turns his hand and flicks his wrist, the cane crossing another mark and leaving a X shaped welt.  He flicks his wrist several more times, leaving welts over most of her ass and even a few on her upper thighs.

She breathes deeply as he sets the cane aside, the pain of the rattan having already pushed her into that floating place in her head. She allows her eyes to close as she lays across the pads of the weight machine and feels the sting of the cane welts start to sink in. Her eyes open in shock as the welts on her ass begin to burn again. She tries to focus on the sensation and slowly recognizes the pricking of his pinwheel as he rolls it on the cane welts.

The quiet of the gym is broken by her sudden cry, “That hurts!”

He laughs at her and puts a hand on her back, holding her down as he continues to slowly roll the pinwheel over the welts on her ass. When he has traced every cane welt with the wheel, he puts it back into the duffel bag and stands up again. He walks around to the front of the machine and stands there waiting.

She doesn’t hear him moving, and she doesn’t feel any new sensations, so she lifts her head and looks up, and finds herself eye level with his erect cock. She sighs as she feels his fingers twine into her hair, and then gasps as he pulls, lifting her head.

He tugs her hair, lifting her head a little higher, then steps closer, brushing his cock against her full lips. “Open up, little one,” he whispers to her. He pushes as her lips part, slowly sliding his cock into her mouth until he is almost completely inside of her. He grins as she wraps her lips around him, and then he slowly moves his hips back, withdrawing from her mouth until the tip of his cock is between her lips.  He moves his hips again, a little faster, forward and back, sliding his cock in and out, faster and harder until he is fucking her mouth.

He twists his fingers tighter into her hair and pushes forward, pressing his cock into her mouth as deeply as he can, reveling in the feeling as she fights to not gag.  He pulls out a little, letting her take a breath, then shoves himself into her throat again, holding her head in place with her hair. He pulls back again, waiting for her to suck in a ragged breath and pushes once more, holding himself as deeply inside her mouth as he can, holding her hair tightly to she can’t move.  He smiles as he feels her stop trying to pull away, as he feels her throat relax and accept him, and he slowly pulls back, sliding out of her mouth and releasing her hair.  He kneels in front of the machine, looks into her now eyes, now glassy and wide, and says, “Good girl.”

He loosens the rope gently, rubbing her ankles and wrists as the rope is removed. He trails kisses from her ankle up the back of her leg, nipping lightly at the welts on her ass before tracing the line of kisses up her back to her neck. She shivers as his lips touch her already sensitive skin.

He carefully helps her to her feet, holding her close and feeling his desire grow at the touch of her skin on his. He takes her face in his hands and lifts her chin, kissing her tenderly.  “Time for the next machine, little one,” he says and leads her around the path, stopping at the fly machine. He places the towel on the seat and helps her sit down, tieing her hands to the handles. He puts the pin into the weight stack at the heaviest weight, ensuring that she can’t move her arms and then steps back.  He kneels in front of her, leaning close and kissing her lips as his fingers brush over her skin.  He leans down, brushing his lips over her nipples as his hands glide down to her thighs, stroking lightly.

She shivers as his lips touch her nipples, and yelps as she feels his teeth on her.  Willingly, she opens her legs as his fingers stroke her thighs, and she arches her hips towards his fingers as they move closer to her center. He moves his hands over her inner thighs, moving closer but not touching her pussy, pulling back every time she pushes her hips closer to him.  He straightens his back and kisses her neck as his hand moves closer and closer, finally brushing his fingertips down her slit. She gasps and arches her back at the touch, and he bites her the base of her neck where it curves out to her shoulder.

Her gasp becomes a moan as his fingers touch her more firmly, and her moan fades to a sigh as he pulls them away again.  He kisses her ear softly, and then whispers, “Don’t come, little one. Not until I say.” She groans her understanding of his command and he kisses her mouth to quiet the groan.

He traces his finger from her knee up her thigh and continues, following the contours of her body, letting them lead him to where she wants him to touch her. He dips his head down and kisses the base of her throat as his finger find the wetness between her legs and slowly push inside. His free hand caresses her breast as his mouth captures hers once again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his finger.  The sensations threaten to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to orgasm with each passing minute.

He continues his assault on her body and senses, watching her respond to his touch, waiting for just the right moment. As he feels her body tense in preparation for orgasm, he stops and leans back, not touching her at all, only watching.  For a moment, there is silence: neither of them even breath, but the silence is broken by her moan of disappointment.

He smiles at her, leaning forward and dropping his head lower, kissing her thighs and then biting. She closes her legs around his head as his teeth mark her flesh and he reaches up quickly, slapping her leg to remind her to keep them where he put them. She slowly opens her legs again, and he turns his head, pushing forward until his mouth finds her pussy, already wet from the evening’s workout. His tongue follows her lips, lightly touching and teasing, up and down, until it brushes her clitoris. She jumps at the expected but surprising touch but quickly rolls her hips forward, pushing her pussy towards his mouth, but he backs away, maintaining only a light, teasing touch.

He pulls back, looking into her eyes with a smile as she begins to voice her disappointment. He holds her eyes with his as he slowly moves his mouth closer to her, a little at a time until his tongue is almost touching her pussy again, and then he waits. He waits until she begins to move her hips again, and as she rocks her hips to get closer to his mouth, he moves that last little bit, covers her clit with his mouth and gently sucks. Her hips begin to buck, pushing against him as he sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue across her clit. He watches her face as she tries to hold back her orgasm, stopping in time for her to follow his instructions.

He stands up and kisses her, his tongue sliding between her lips allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and then unties her wrists and helps her to stand up again. He walks her around the path past a few machines until they get to the reclining leg press, and he helps her to lie on her back on the pad. “Keep your feet on the floor for a moment, little one,” he says as she starts to pick her feet up to put them on the foot plate. “I need to make a quick adjustment.”

He puts the pin in the weight stack at the lightest setting and then opens the bag and pulls out some pieces of wood, some tape, her strap-on harness and a large dildo. He uses tape to hold a stack of several pieces wood on the footplate, and then arranges the harness around the footplate and the wood blocks. “Now put your feet up here, little one,” he instructs her. She lifts her feet and places them on the foot plate.  He takes the dildo and lines it up with her pussy. “Now lift the weights.” He puts the dildo into the harness lined up so the tip is barely touching her pussy when her legs are straightened.

“Let it back down slowly, love,” he says, and she slowly bends her knees, moaning as the dildo impales her. “Ah, good. That will do. Now, little one, it’s time to work those legs.” he tells her with a smile. She looks at him, her eyes wide, waiting, but he only watches her until she begins to move her legs. Each lift causing the dildo to slip almost all the way out of her cunt, and each return pushing it back inside of her.

“This is a low weight, little one, so do three sets of twelve to fifteen.” She looks at him, her eyes begging, asking what she dares not voice. “And,” he continues, “You better not come until I give you permission.” He counts her repetitions through three sets, and tells her to lift one more time when she reaches the last one. He kisses her mouth and whispers, “Good girl,” in her ear before removing the dildo and allowing her to relax as he removes his additions to the machine.

He puts everything but the towel back into the duffel and then helps her up from the pad. “There is one more we need to visit tonight, lover,” he says as she leans on him to stay upright. He helps her to the next place on the circuit: The free leg-lift. He holds her up while she steps onto the foot bars and puts her arms on the pads. He stands in front of her and says, “Now, little one, you need to lift your legs.”

She lifts her legs up and he moves in close enough that his body is touching hers. He steps up onto the foot bars slowly. “Put your legs around me, lover,” he whispers. She slides her legs around his waist as he touches his cock to her wet cunt. “Let yourself down just a bit now,” he breathes in her ear. She relaxes her arms as he stands up straight, sliding his cock inside of her. He looks into her eyes and kisses her as he begins to rock his hips. She uses her legs to pull him deeper inside of her, working her hips to meet his thrusting. He feels her body begin to tense as the evening’s play threatens to overwhelm her. He thrusts faster and harder, pushing her towards the climax he has been denying her all night, watching as she does her best to hold it off, as she does her best to obey. He bites her neck just under her ear and grins as she moans, and then when he feels that she is as close as she can get without losing control, he whispers in her ear, “Come for me, little one.”

Her body shudders and her legs tighten around him, pulling his cock deeper into her pussy as the orgasm washes over her like a wave. He waits for the shuddering to slow, for her body to relax a little, and then begins thrusting again. He bites her neck and shoulder as she works hard to hold onto the frame. He feels himself coming close to his own orgasm and kisses her mouth before asking, “Are you ready for another one?”

She nods, and he rocks his hips faster, thrusting into her pussy as fast as he can now. He feels his orgasm start to build, and knows he can’t hold back any longer. He whispers through ragged breaths in her ear, “Come with me, little one,” and he kisses her. Her body shudders and stiffens again as another orgasm takes her. He feels her come and allows that to push him over the edge into his own orgasm.

They stay there for moments that feel like hours, holding the feeling of being completely one as long as they can.  He feels her arms begin to shake from holding herself up, so he carefully steps down from the frame and helps her down. They sit on the mat, touching and kissing for several minutes as she gets her balance back enough to stand.

As he helps her back to the locker room, he turns and asks, “Did you like this workout, lover?”

Dragon Mage

EARLY RELEASE TODAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2009 – FERAL HEAT
Head to Romance Divine starting tomorrow and pick up your copy of my hot menage, erotic bondage werewolf romp, FERAL HEAT. The official release date is November 27, but Romance Divine is releasing it now so you may get it early.

Title: Feral Heat

Publisher: Romance Divine

Release Date: 27 Nov 2009

ISBN: 978-1-934446-72-0

Author: Elizabeth Black

Format: E-Book

Length: 22,571 words

Genre: Romance

Category: Erotic, Werewolf, Gay, Paranormal, Multiple-Partner, Threesome

Price: $4.99

Buy link: http://www.romancedivine.com/FeralHeat.html

Blurb:

Grant and Sam were more than lovers; they shared a special secret. They also shared Grant’s roommate, Amelia, who was beginning to get suspicious about the two hunky males who disappeared every month. The sexy trio was not without their crises: Grant and Sam had a curse that continued to dog them, and Amelia’s soon-to-be ex had a bite that was as bad as his bark. It’s a howlin’ sexy time when author Elizabeth Black turns up the – Feral Heat.

Excerpt 1:

“We have a surprise for you,” Grant said. “I set this up while you were eating lunch.” He pulled down the sheets and comforter and pointed to the head of the bed. “Do you like what you see?”

At first, she wasn’t sure what peeked at her from behind the pillows. Black strips? What are they? Sam walked to one of the strips and unfastened it. She heard the sound of Velcro ripping. Oh, my God! They’re under-the-bed restraints! How long have these two been into bondage? Her pulse quickened as she thought of all the kinky possibilities in store for her now.

“I put the restraints on your bed earlier today. Consider them a ‘thank you’ present from me for letting me live with you for a few months. Now let Sam and I take care of you for the next few hours. We’ll fuck the tension out of you until you can’t do anything but drool.”

“I’d like that,” Amelia said. “So what do I do?”

“First, get out of your clothes,” Sam said. “We have more surprises for you.”

Within moments Amelia’s clothing lay on Sam and Grant’s pile. She scooted onto the bed, heart racing at the thought of the hot time she was about to have. She reclined, spread-eagle, and allowed Sam to restrain her wrists while Grant restrained her ankles. She’d had her eyes on both of them for several months, and felt thrilled, and a little nervous, over finally consummating her late night erotic fantasies. Feeling out of control and unable to move initially frightened her, since she didn’t like to feel helpless.

“Give in to us, Amelia.” Grant seemed to read her mind as he took a bottle from a small bag she hadn’t noticed before. He poured the liquid onto his palms and rubbed his hands together. He handed the bottle to Sam, who helped himself to some of the oil. The scent of rosemary wafted around her head and she inhaled the pleasant aroma, yielding to her desire to let go completely and let these two men tend to her needs.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Grant said. “We know you’ve been wanting this moment since you first saw the two of us. Give in to the helplessness. We’ll take good care of you. I know you’ve wanted the three of us to play for a long time, and now we’re going to make all your wishes come true.”

Grant and Sam started at her feet, rubbing her soles until her arches curled. Their fingers pressed in between each of her toes. As they massaged, her body relaxed, the tension melting from her legs and arms. She watched her two luscious lovers as they tended to her body, working out the knots in her calves and thighs, moving up her body until they reached her heat. Her pussy quivered, she desperately needed those talented fingers to massage her in her most intimate spot, but both men resisted. Amelia admired their bodies, glistening with sweat, and their erections drew her attention. I’m not the only one who’s aroused. She squirmed against the restraints, wishing fervently for her tormentors to touch her most sensitive spot, yet realizing they purposefully held off giving her the intense pleasure she needed. Restrained and helpless feels incredibly hot! I had no idea that giving in to the care of two sexy men could be so exciting!

They seemed so animal-like in their lust, much more so than they had a week earlier when she last worked with them. Grant’s hair and eyebrows seemed bushier, and if it wasn’t her imagination, both men seemed much more muscular than she last remembered. Grant’s arms bulged with muscle over muscle as he worked her thighs, and Sam’s blue eyes seemed even brighter and larger than they usually looked. She knew both of them could pin her to the bed with their bare arms if they had not already restrained her. With each passionate touch and gasp of breath, Amelia felt a bit of fear, since she had never seen these two delicious men so aroused, but she gave in to her feeling of being overpowered and at their mercy. Their mere touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.

Excerpt 2:

Grant stretched out on the grass, arms behind his head and legs extended, waiting for Sam’s gentle touch. When Sam’s hand stroked his chest, his heart skipped, even Sam’s slightest touch aroused him. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what he knew was coming. Sex will take my mind off my hunger. There’s nothing as distracting as a good blow job, especially from Sam. Grant relished Sam’s exquisite blow jobs, and he knew Sam would not disappoint him now. I need him, need his touch on me, anything to take my mind off this burning need for flesh. Sam’s lips brushed Grant’s shoulder, and then traveled down his chest to rest near his groin. Grant closed his eyes so he could fully enjoy Sam’s kiss, waiting until he felt those soft lips against his cock.

Sam’s lips wrapped around Grant’s cock, and in response Grant dug his fingers into the earth. With a gentle movement, those lips and mouth stroked his shaft, making him jump in Sam’s mouth. No other man ever had this kind of effect on me. I melt in his arms at his mere touch. Sam’s tongue, slick and warm, flicked in circles around Grant’s shaft, and Grant felt his erection grow harder as Sam’s tongue moved faster around him. Sam alternated between stroking Grant’s shaft with his tongue and then sucking hard on his head, all the while rolling his balls in his hand. Grant moaned and stiffened as Sam took all of him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving him wild. Grant grabbed Sam’s head, pushing him harder against his cock, taking in his entire length, and Grant felt so close to coming his heart raced in his chest.

The sound of motors interrupted his passion. Grant opened his eyes in time to see a shooting star skitter below the full moon. Who is stupid enough to drive into the forest knowing there are wolves about? Little do they know what really lurks in Dogtown… Two burly men on dirt bikes bounced into the forest clearing as Grant and Sam rushed to find cover behind a copse of maple trees. To Grant’s horror, the two men stopped in the middle of the clearing and stepped away from their bikes. One grabbed a twelve pack of beer while the other wielded a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Hey, Lewis, toss me a brew. This heat is making me thirsty.”

Lewis tore open the twelve pack and threw a bottle at his friend. “You sure we should be out here? With the wolf warnings and all?”

“What are you, chicken shit? We ain’t gonna see no wolves. Besides, I got my gun.” He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and waved it in the air, setting off one round.
“Are you out of your mind, man? Don’t go attracting attention to us out here!”

“Those two aren’t going to go away any time soon, are they?” Sam growled in a whisper.

“No, and they smell like they’ve been drinking for hours. I can smell their sweat and stale booze breath from here.” Hackles stood up on Grant’s back as he watched the two men guzzle their beer. The lust for blood and fresh kill overwhelmed him, and he clawed the ground with his razor sharp claws.

From PamperedPenny.com.

There are so few ABDL blogs out there and the few that are even started seem to disappear after a while. In fact, I only see one–besides mine–which has been going for any length of time and that’s IHeartDiapers.com. I’m always looking for age play blogs to read, but they never seem to last, so I thought I’d actually say something.

Age players and diaper fetishists, the internet needs you!

Here’s your chance to change the world for the better and expose more people to the fun and exciting world of ABDL.

Why is an online blog the best answer?

1. It is accessible to many people. To give your blog maximum exposure, don’t host it on a private site like Diaper Space. Put it up on LiveJournal.com, Blogger.com, WordPress.com, or another mainstream blog site.

2. Express yourself fully to avoid misconceptions. Often when people come across the world of ABDL by accident, they only see snippets of what is going on and form inaccurate, unflattering opinions. A blog is a place where you can go into detail. More information is always better!

3.  Meet new friends. By talking about youself as well as just diapers, you’ll meet friends who know you better and can connect with you on multiple levels. No more separate slots for friends who are into diapers and friends who are into soccer or anime or whateer. Also, it helps turn you into a real person for those who think ABDLs are all gross weirdos. Need another reason? There are so many ABDL guys out there looking for that special someone who is open to the diaper thing, but then they only offer very limited information. A blog will get potential dates interested in you for reasons other than diapers.

I’d really like to see people creating little blogging communities out in the open. Yes, there are MySpace clones where people sporadically post poorly written, detached blogs about single diapered adventures, but I’d really like to see more ABDL blog personalities out there, and not just the young girls who seem to get overwhelmed by all the attention and quit, but all kinds of people. Wouldn’t it be great?

Cross posted from Butch Femme BDSM

“Mary!” Bess voice startled her, “I wasn’t expecting you.” Mary looked at Bess, mouth open, eyes wide, she looked down at the large cock in her hand, dropped it and headed for the door. “Sorry it’s obviously not convenient” she babbled as she pushed past Bess and left. Mary hurried back to her own home and only when the door was safely closed behind her did she allow herself to really think about what she’d seen. Mary was by no means naive, she read and watched TV, she even used the internet so what she’d seen was not a complete mystery. She didn’t know if she should be horrified or outraged or upset or disgusted. It was obvious where Bess’ interests lay and just as well they had not properly rekindled their friendship. Her phone rang, she looked at the display to see Bess’s name insistently illuminated with each ring, she placed it face down on the table and went about her evening routine determined to never see Bess again.

The next morning Mary woke early from half remembered dreams, disturbed to find her hand resting on the moist patch between her legs. She got up and made tea, she wondered about Bess, would she be embarrassed and ashamed that Mary had found out her secret. In her mind Mary went through each item contemplating the possible uses, wondering about the kinds of people who partook of such activities. She thought about the ropes, the chains, the cane and the crop, she wondered about those leather wrist bands and could still feel the weight of the cock in her hand. It made her stomach feel unsettled and odd.

She walked the dog, her unconscious footsteps skirting the edge of town until somehow she was on the hill overlooking Bess’ house. She stared down at the neat garden for several minutes as the dog skipped around her ankles. Suddenly he barked, he’d seen Bess come through the front door, suitcase in hand, she unlocked her car and threw it in the boot. Mary ducked down, grabbed the dog and hushed him desperate that Bess wouldn’t see her. A branch scratched her arm and her knees ached but she didn’t move or make a sound as she watched Bess finish loading her car and drive off. Mary remained where she was for several minutes unable to fathom the mixture of emotions surging through her. Finally she stood up to make her way home, muddy, aching and with a feeling of desolation flooding over her.

All week Mary tried to forget Bess and her sordid secret, she kept busy, she saw friends, she did anything to distract her mind. But it was impossible, Bess had become such a part of her life so quickly that she couldn’t help but miss her even though she was angry and shocked. Every time she thought about the trunk and its contents her stomach twisted in knots, it seemed so wrong, so surprising that kind Bess could enjoy that kind of sexual activity. Tying people up, beating them, Mary’s head insisted it was shameful, disgusting, and perverse, yet every time it she thought about it unbidden wetness formed between her legs.

Friday dawned and when the letterbox clattered, Mary retrieved the single letter. She looked at the familiar yet strange hand writing that simply said “Mary”. She debated whether to open the letter her curiosity finally winning as she convinced herself that she deserved the apology she knew would be inside. She was wrong, there was no apology just a simple instruction. “Come tonight at 7pm. Your questions will be answered. Bess” Mary threw the letter to one side, how dare she assume that she would go running back to that house with its dirty secrets.

All day Mary was determined not to go but at 5.30 she showered and dressed carefully in her favorite dress. She told herself she would go to the cinema in town or for a meal at the new restaurant she had wanted to try. At 6.30 she fed the dog and locked the windows, at 6.45 she left the house and by 6.55 she was at Bess’ gate. She looked at the house, warm friendly lights shone from the sitting room window drawing her in. She walked slowly down the path and took a deep breath before ringing the bell.

Bess answered promptly and Mary somehow wasn’t surprised to find no hint of shame or remorse on Bess’ face. “Good evening Mary” Bess smiled “I’m glad you came although I would have been surprised if you hadn’t”

Mary felt like she should be indignant at the remark but deep down she knew that Bess was right, she was always going to come. They made their way into the sitting room and Bess poured wine for them both. “Sit down Mary” she said and Mary obediently did. She waited for Bess to speak, she sipped her wine and waited some more. Bess was considering her carefully and Mary could feel a slight flush spread across her cheeks.

“Mary” Bess finally spoke “I’m not going to deny what you saw or apologize for it. If you want we can just pretend it doesn’t exist and continue to be friends” she paused. Mary took another sip of her drink feeling sure there was more to come.

“Or I can show you. Help you experience something new and exciting. What do you think Mary?” Bess held her eyes, waiting for a response. Mary swallowed, her head felt light and incoherent. She opened her mouth but no words came because she didn’t know how to admit her real desire.

“I think you know deep down Mary that the second option is the one which would make our friendship so much more fulfilling.” Bess’ eyes were shining. She held out her hand “Would you like to come upstairs Mary?” Compelled by Bess’ voice and the growing desire in the pit of her stomach and between her legs, she took Bess’ hand. Mary felt suddenly calm as she followed Bess up the stairs, forgetting all the anxiety and worry of the previous week she placed her trust in Bess. They entered the bedroom and Bess paused “The trunk is there Mary, have another look. Anything you don’t understand ask”

Glancing at Bess for reassurance and being granted it with a smile she moved over to the trunk which sat proudly against one wall. She opened it but this time she took her time examining the contents, it was all there, the chains, rope and leather cuffs, the cane, whip and crop. When she realized the large cock was missing she felt weak, she wondered, hoped she knew where it was and where it would soon be. In the far corner of the room there was a high backed armless chair, flanked by a low table, making her way over to the table Mary examined the various implements laid out, and started to give in to the immense sexual desire flooding through her veins. She realized that Bess was standing beside her resting her hand lightly on her lower back.

Bess smiled “Would you like to ask anything?”

“No.” she said firmly “Show me” she turned to face Bess who pulled her close and kissed her, firmly, tenderly. She pulled Mary’s arms gently behind her back and held them there, waiting for a hint of resistance but none came. Mary leaned into Bess, pressing her body as close as she could to show Bess this is what she wanted. When Bess pulled away Mary could sense the shift in her, a new edge that made her shiver with anticipation.

Bess sat down on the chair and pulled Mary towards her, “Do as I say Mary.” She warned as she guided her down over her knee. And then it began, gentle taps at first barely noticeable through her clothes but gradually getting harder. As the pace increased the reality dawned on Mary that she was lying across Bess’ knee being spanked and every blow was making her wetter. She moaned and Bess checked that she was ok. “Please don’t stop Bess”

Bess lifted her dress, pulled it right up around her waist, making Mary acutely aware of how exposed she was. Now Bess’ hand made contact with the bare flesh of her thighs as well as the parts of her bottom still partially decent in knickers. Mary allowed herself to sink into the sensations, folded over Bess’ lap willing and wet. Bess talked, encouraged and scolded, warned when she was about to hit hard, soothed when Mary cried out.

After too short a time or so it seemed to Mary Bess instructed her to stand and hold her dress up round her waist. Mary obeyed, it seemed so natural to be stood here showing Bess her knickers her cheeks warm from Bess’ strong hands. Bess turned the chair around and bent Mary over it, “Keep that dress held high”, the cold steel in her voice making Mary want her more. A minute or so passed while Bess was quiet and Mary waited, then suddenly Mary’s knickers were down, hanging pointlessly at her knees, her bottom, her clit, her cunt revealed to Bess. Mary could feel her eyes, knew her most intimate parts were being scrutinized and the knowledge made her wetter, a trickle of desire making its way slowly down her inner thigh.

Bess admired out loud Mary’s wetness, the beauty of her clit and helpfully expressed her intention to possess Mary’s cunt and make it her own. Then Mary felt pain, stinging across both of her bare cheeks, a delightfully new sensation, piercing and clear. Again it came, lower but with as much force and while it faded to dull heat a third stroke knocked Mary’s brain into gear. She was being caned, the knowledge, the pain, the closeness of the cane’s mistress were almost too much for Mary. She had never felt so turned on, so filled with sexual need. Three more strikes and Bess put the cane down, Mary was breathing hard, still in position and ready to be taken by Bess.

Bess turned her, unfastened her dress and slipped it off, she removed her bra and discarded her knickers. Mary was naked, bare and aching for climax. “Lie on the bed” Bess commanded and of course Mary obeyed. Bess pulled her arms over her head and tied her wrists securely to the headboard. Mary’s breathing was thick, all her senses alive as she felt the ropes being tied round each ankle and her legs being pulled apart so she was spread wide open. Then Bess was kneeling between her legs Mary gasped at the bulge in her boxers, felt her soaked cunt contract eagerly as Bess pulled her cock free. She locked eyes with Mary and stroked her cock “Is this what you want?”

Somehow Mary managed a “Yes” barely finishing the word before Bess plunged deep inside her. As Bess fucked her, took possession of her, filled her in a way she had never imagined Mary knew she’d found what she had been looking for.