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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.”

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.

Originally posted in two posts: Part I and Part II

The idea came up after returning from Beyond Leather and having some information that I didn’t want to volunteer to him. I knew if  I would share, the knowledge would be used against me.

We planned it for this past Sunday, my first free weekend in a month and on Victoria Day weekend. Since we’ve been together for just under 3 years now, we didn’t have to worry about negotiating. He already knows my limits and can read my body better then anybody else. A lot of the time, he will know something is wrong or when to stop before I do. However, for those who are going to do an interrogation scene, please heavily negotiate before and if possible, do it with someone who knows you well.

I had an idea of how the scene would go but I was completely wrong. He started off by getting everything set up before putting the straight jacket on me, putting metal ankle cuffs on,  a cloth bag over my head, and rope around my mouth to secure it. I started off bratty, he told me to get down on my knees and I disobeyed before he did that for me. He grabbed me and told me to stay still for a moment. I took the opportunity to attempt to hide (you can’t hide in my little dungeon). When he came back, he started the interrogation, explaining that I could simply give him the information that he desired or be tortured. He was an American and I was the “innocent” Canadian. I refused to which didn’t go over well. He took this harsh implement that we have, that leaves a tire tread mark on the part that you hit (here is the link, if you are interested) Without a warm up and with the frame of mind I was in, it killed. The string and impact was intense and after only a couple of hits, I could feel my ass burning and I burst into tears. I kept denying him the information that he wanted and he proceeded to hit me over and over again.

I had the hood on and the more I was crying and drooling, the harder it was to breath. At some points, it was a huge effort to get enough air in. After making my ass red, he let me calm down a bit while I heard him grab the latex sheet. The next thing I knew, I was being placed on top of it. He took his boot, pressed it on my ass and kept asking me this whole time that it would be okay to give in, no one would blame me but I kept staying strong. I was resting on the sheet, catching my breath when he mentioned that I looked too relaxed and started dropping water over the bag. I slipped a bit out of the space as it tickled until I was suddenly put back into interrogation mode when my breathing was being controlled again.

Once I was on the sheet, I heard him rumpling around and the next sensation I felt was a tack being blown into my ass (it’s a fun toy that is designed for kink purposes) He continued to blow more and more tacks into me as I struggled, trying to protect myself. Some of them would really hurt but some weren’t too bad. I’m not sure at the number of them that were in but when there was a fair amount in, he stood up and pressed his boot into them causing sensations of pain and intensity to run all over my body. He seemed satisfied with the results so far but thought that more would get me to talk. He continued to shoot more and more into me and by that time, I was breathing hard with the bag still on. The intensity of the play, my whole head space and the heat from the straitjacket started to take its affects physical on me and I felt like I was going to be sick. Luckily my interrogator didn’t want that, released me from the straitjacket and gave me some water before moving on too phase B.

There was this contraption set up in my living room from two of the hard points in my ceiling, the chains came running down and attached were all these carabiners and these two big heavy straps. One at a time, one leg went in and was secured to the chain and then the other. It was like being in a swing. After my legs were secured, he attached a back portion to it. Interrogation is hot but not when you fall backwards. After that portion was secured, he took suspension cuffs and attached them to the chain, the first thing I thought of was that I can get out of this but he noticed right away and used handcuffs to secure the D-ring to the chain above. He started out phase B by taking vampire gloves and working my ass over between the tacks that were still in, leaving scratches all over and on my inner thighs. Some of the tacks came out and I could feel the blood dripping down my ass. I heard some rumping around and then felt the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced on my nipples, it felt like my nipples  were being twisted off, stretched and abused. He did the right one first and then continued to the left. He left them on for about 5 minutes (it seemed so much longer) until be took them off hurt. The pain from taking them off was excruciating, more then putting them on. I thought I was going to give up right then. Once I caught my breath for a moment, he said he was going to do it again.  Before he could, I gave in and said I would tell him after going back and forth for a couple of minutes.

*Note: The thing he used on my nipples was to castrate  pigs and other animals. It’s these small rubber circles that come with this metal tool that stretches them out. PG picked it up at a kinky swap meet from some very good friends. I didn’t know about it till Sunday. Thank you

After telling him where the paper was, he proceeded to ask me what was on it and the items that I didn’t want him to know about. He enjoyed the ideas and unfortunately it looks like we have a new punishment (not the good type) for the future. I had no idea how long the scene last but apparently it last about 2 hours before I gave in and told him.

There was one thing that I wanted to know about though, he was giving me hints about one of the things that he was going to do involving fire. He asked me if I wanted to be told it or experience it and of course I chose experience it. He did it nicely since I was well worked over. He took tea candles and put them on a stool, just above my suspended ass. The heat rose and started to burn. If the nipple thing didn’t make me give in, this surely would.

After I gave in, he held me  in the sling before taking the tacks out of my ass. I’ve never had so many in before and they killed coming out. Blood was dripping and tears were running down my face. After all of them came out, he took me down, cuddled with some blood all over us and we basket in our post play glow and orgasmed.

It was a great scene overall but completely different from play we usual do. I felt like I was  some place else with the bag over me and him interrogating me. It didn’t feel like him at most points (which was a good thing). There wasn’t the usual subspace high that I usually experience but a different high from resisting, the pain. We talked about it afterwards and he purposly didn’t touch me and created a distant between us that made this type of scene worked. What a unique and fun way to spend our long weekend, I can’t wait to do another interrogation scene again.

Once more, the MfM theme has inspired me to write two different stories, so I’m posting the second one here. (the other one is posted on my blog if you want to read that one also.) Microfantasy Monday is a weekly meme created by Ang at the Sweltering Celt. This week’s theme is “suction”

He inhales sharply as the seat belt touches his left shoulder, then smiles as he remembers the cause of the bruise and tenderness hidden by his work shirt …

He stood in the shower with her, washing her hair.  She holds him tight as he runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her.  She lays her head on his shoulder, then shifts and bites him.

He moans and his knees nearly buckle as he feels the sharp pain of the bite and pressure from her sucking …

He chuckles as it occurs to him that she will have similar bruises and sore spots under her shirt today.

Dragon Mage

Recently a friend of mine had to have some surgery and came out of the experience bemoaning the bruises and pain she experienced as the result of a botched IV line placement. Not an uncommon experience really, but this one takes on a bit of a twist once you are armed with the knowledge that this particular friend is a bona fide needle slut. She is one of two needle bottoms I’ve played with who actually buzz and glow (yup, I said glow. its a lovely thing to see) when you poke them. So I couldnt help but giggle a bit as she relayed her intense distaste at the IV debacle and said, ‘Well, there you have the difference between good pain, and not good pain.’

So what IS the difference? Well in this case the actual equipment and method of ‘delivery’ used had alot to do with it. A 22 gauge needle tunneled under your skin for 1.5 cm feels ALOT different than an 18 gauge cannula threaded through your vein. I’m sure there are some who love the feel of this, but even some of the most seasoned masochists I know will generally scoff and run at mention of an IV when they will vibrate giddily at the thought of needle play (for those into such things of course).

But more than the clinical paraphranalia, the headspace and connection is generally what will differentiate an medically necessary procedure  from a BDSM scene. In our case, we are great friends and frequent lovers. I know that she gets an instant and intense  rush and spaces right out as soon as I pierce her skin. I enjoy both the pain I cause her and the knowledge that I gave her that high. I know her body and how she will react when I pierce certain areas, she knows my breath on her skin as I lean over to penetrate her flesh with sharp, pointy things. There is an exchange, a give and take, and then a take and give. Eyes lock then focus, smiles flash, moans and sighs escape, all five senses are given music to dance to. At the end of it all, you get a heightening of the senses, a sense of accomplishment, a sense of endurance, a sense of self and of connection to another.

And if you are very lucky, you get an amazing visual:

~kim

Kink In Motion

cross-posted from The Enigmatic Angel

Well here I am thinking about one of my favorite tasty subjects – pain.
Specifically on the subject of pain and BDSM play.

So I had a few questions turning around in my head and thought I would
see if some kinksters would like to share their own answers with me.

Question:
What is the moment when you feel pain the most?

During bdsm play?
The moment you come down from subspace/masochistspace/otherspace?
The day (weeks etc…) after?

What kind of pain do you feel, during bdsm play…and after?
How do you feel the day after?

Which kind of pain,that you´ve experienced, lasts the longest?
A flogging?
A caning?
A paddling?
Some other kind of pain administered?

I was talking about how I thought a caning was something that lasts the
longest, when I was having a chat with some fellow kinky people a little
while ago. For me, a caning is a multi-layered kind of pain, which goes
through many layers of flesh…and mind too, in some ways. A caning has
a very particular sharpness to it that is unforgettable, I believe.

And what do you do to alleviate pain, the sensation of pain, afterwards?
Does anyone have any particular remedies that are proven effective?
Or are you of the school of thought that you would rather continue to suffer
(and savour) the pain aftermath?

Well, kinky inquiring minds wants to know!

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Thanks!
Angel