He had been clear with his instructions....buttplug firmly in place until he arrived. And only maybe could I remove it then.

I fidgeted waiting for him. I was bathed and powdered and smooth and soft all over; the way he prefers me. When I'm at home that is... Other times when we are out for a day trip hiking or exploring, he likes to drag me by the hair through the woods and fuck me without mercy up against a tree or in a pile of leaves, both covered in forest detritus, cum, sweat and sometimes, depending on his mood, blood and piss.

I love our day trips. Driving out into the country, sometimes getting lost. Teasing each other the entire drive. My hand stroking his cock, or him licking my juices from his fingers. We look like any normal couple when we stop for petrol or lunch. Him tall and dark with broad shoulders and disarming British accent. Me, small with innocent looking dark eyes and a mass of curls covering voluptuous breasts. Nobody would guess the wild pair we become later, our shared deviance binding us together.

I smile as I reminisce about our last trip. I had bruises for days after. The welts and cuts and bites, pleasantly sore reminders of hours of play in an old barn. Warmth spread and a slight dampness form and I contemplate touching my sensitive clit when the door opens and He strides in.

Eagerly I stand, ready for whatever he has planned. He has been away working for a fortnight and I am starved for his touch. He had said he couldn't wait to be inside me. His messages frequent and full of filthy promise. With only that in mind, I reach for him....and earn a slap on the hand.

"Turn around girl"

He inspects me slowly, making sure I am plugged and only slightly damp. He could always somehow tell when I have pleasured myself. And without permission meant punishment. I can hear him taking his clothes off and the warmth between my legs becomes almost scalding.

"Lay down on the bed slut, with your wand."

I do am I'm told. Obedience is rewarded with my Master. But instead of joining me he sits on the large comfy chair facing the bed and proceeds to stroke his rapidly thickening cock. I watch entranced as his large hand slides up and down the hardening shaft, veins filling with blood and the knob reddening angrily.  

"Turn the wand on slut and press it against your clit."

It's a struggle to not cum right away when the vibrations start pulsing through the core of my sex. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of his strong hand pumping his cock. The sound of the wand competes with liquid sound of his lubed hand sliding up and down the thick veins of his meat.

My hips lift off the bed, my teeth are grinding as I struggle to hold off a gushing orgasm. I can't help but start to beg him. Please Sir over and over. My cunt clenches with the effort to wait. His gruff voice orders me to cum and not to dare move the wand. 

I cry out with relief when the waves flow over me, the steady hum of the wand pushing me harder and keeping me dangling over the edge as orgasm after orgasm floods my body. And still unable to tear my eyes from the sight of him pleasuring himself, knowing how badly I want to touch him.

"Take the plug out and push your dildo into your ass and fuck yourself for me"

Disappointment wars with excitement as I push the dildo into my already aching ass. I sheet under me wet with desire already.

"Play with yourself while you fuck yourself. And don't stop until I tell you to."

I can tell that he's getting close. His voice is strained and his breathing heavy while he fists his big cock. I want that cock so bad. I don't care where as long as he fucks me. My fingers are coated with my juices from pinching and rubbing my swollen clit. He approaches me whispering for me to cum and I fall over the edge once again just as the first hot rope of cum hits my face. 

We both smile, bound again in lust.

He had been in the shower for a few minutes when I was struck with inspiration. 

I placed lit candles around the room causing a golden glow deepening to the shadows in the corner. I quickly disrobed and knelt, proudly naked in my submission.

He finished his shower and returned to the living room wearing just an old bathrobe. His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. He liked me on my knees, big brown eyes looking up at him. His hand found my hair, twisting the curls into his fist.

I smiled at him and parted his robe. I could see the column of his shaft beneath the cotton of his briefs. It throbbed under my gaze and without thinking I licked my lips hungrily. Slowly I freed him from the confines of elastic and cotton.

Moving closer I closed my eyes briefly to inhale his scent. The muskiness of his sex mixed with the slight almondy smell of his soap never failed to arouse me. My tongue darted out and tasted the hot smooth flesh of the mushroom shaped tip and he groaned.

I looked up at him as I slowly slid him between my lips. My tongue swirled around the tip slowly before tapping against the glans underneath. I released him with an audible pop and helped him remove his boxer briefs, tossing them aside.

His hand tightened in my hair again as I went back to work. This time running my tongue from root to tip of his now throbbing cock. A tug of his hand reminded me to look up at him. Daddy liked seeing my eyes when I gave him special kisses. 

He groaned as I slid my mouth over him again, taking every inch until he nudged the back of my throat. Moving slowly, I started sucking him. My head bobbing forward and back. My saliva making his shaft slippery as I took him deeper each time. 

His hand tightened, forcing my head down as his hips surged. He starting fucking my mouth like my pussy, pushing deeper and harder until I gagged a little trying to get my breath.

I looked up at him with teary eyes and drool on my chin as he slowed. 

"You like my cock babygirl? Do you like it when I fuck your pretty mouth?"

Filled with his thickness, I could only nod and mumble but the thought of the coming treat spurred me on and releasing him, I sucked the smooth yet crinkly skin of his balls into my mouth, lashing my tongue over them.

I continued the attention to his heavy balls with one small hand and went back to his cock. A droplet of pre-cum balance precariously at his slit so I licked it off and with a moan slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth until my nose pressed against the soft hair at the base. My other hand brushed my lips as it tried to wrap around the thick column of flesh.

As his hips started moving, I started stroking his cock at the base and sucking hard up and down the rest. My head moving faster, mimicking my pussy bouncing up and down on him. My tongue flicking the tip each time I drew my head back. 

My fingers danced over his balls but I could feel them subtly drawing up in preparation for an explosion. I could feel my own juices gathering and dampening my thighs. My mouth continued its assault on your cock, lips tightening to create suction as they slid back and forth over the veins. I moaned deeply sending vibrations through you. I knew he were close.

Without warning his hips surged forward and his hand slammed my head down, pushing the pulsing head of his cock into my throat. He growled deeply telling me to swallow his cream as rope after rope of cum shot down my thoat. I gagged and struggled for breath but swallowed every drop of his salty, sweet treat.

As his hand loosened and I could breath again, I dutifully cleaned his cock off then rose to my feet to look into his satisfied face. 

Smiling I looked down. "Dinner?"

He groaned when his tongue touched the spot of blood welling on her kiss-bruised lip. The coppery taste aroused his senses and turned his cock to iron. His massive hands pulled her slight body closer.

Her deep brown eyes fluttered open to look into his brilliant blues; rapidly darkening with lust.  Whether for her body or her blood she could not be sure, but she knew her lip throbbed from his bite and there would be bruises on her flesh come morning. 

He lowered his head again and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, pulling forth a fresh drop of blood. His pulse raced. His muscles clenched with the need to take her quickly and violently. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips and he shuddered a little trying to bring himself under control. 

He picked her up then, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he lowered her, sheathing himself in her warm, wet depths. His eyes closed briefly while he resisted the urge to fuck her hard and fast until his seed filled her to overflowing.  Sweat beaded on his forehead and slicked his broad shoulders while he bore her body across the room to press her back to the wall.

He thrust hard and fast. Her tight heat was exquisite and he wanted this to last forever. His aching cock throbbed and jumped inside her as the walls of her pussy clamped around his shaft.  

His hand crept to her throat as he pumped into her from below. He threw his head back and howled out his lust as his orgasm boiled to the surface. He filled her waiting emptiness as his fingers tightened. 

Her eyes snapped open as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. His fingers squeezed around her delicate throat.  Her breathing  laboured and she looked into his eyes even as the black shadows crept into her vision  and she knew....she'd known all along....

"Go to bed babygirl"

I nuzzle deeper into your chest, pretending not to hear you.

*It's late and you haven't been sleeping well* 

I could hear the rumble of beginning annoyance in his voice. I knew I was pushing but it was so comfy on his lap, my arms wrapped around his waist and my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

*Daddy I'm comfy here. Please let me stay a little longer. I promise I won't be grumpy tomorrow. And if I can cuddle just a little longer, I'll give you special kisses before I go to bed.*

He grumbled a little but settled back in his chair, snuggling me closer. His big hand running gently up and down my back . He didn't always send me to bed, but he knew I was tired. He wasn't always Daddy. Sometimes he was Sir, sometimes baby, sometimes I just called him by name. Such was our relationship. 

I felt my eyes getting heavy in the warmth of his embrace and I knew if I didn't move soon I'd fall asleep. I could feel that he was enjoying the closeness though by the solidness pressed against my bottom. Without a word I pulled my arms free and slid to the floor. 

"I'm getting sleepy Daddy but first I want to kiss you good night."

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. He liked me on my knees, big brown eyes looking up at him. His hand found my hair, twisting the curls into his fist.

I smiled at him and parted his robe. I could see the column of his hard shaft beneath the cotton of his briefs. It throbbed under my gaze and without thinking I licked my lips hungrily. Slowly I freed him from the confines of elastic and cotton.

Moving closer I closed my eyes briefly to inhale his scent. The muskiness of his sex mixed with the slight almondy smell of his soap never failed to arouse me. My tongue darted out and tasted the hot smooth flesh of the mushroom shaped tip and he groaned.

I looked up at him as I slowly slid him between my lips. My tongue swirled around the tip slowly before tapping against the glans underneath. I released him with an audible pop and helped him remove his boxer briefs, tossing them aside.

His hand tightened in my hair again as I went back to work. This time running my tongue from root to tip of his now throbbing cock. A tug of his hand reminded me to look up at him. Daddy liked seeing my eyes when I gave him special kisses. 

He groaned as I slid my mouth over him again, taking every inch until he nudged the back of my throat. Moving slowly, I started sucking him. My head bobbing forward and back. My saliva making his shaft slippery as I took him deeper each time. 

His hand tightened, forcing my head down as his hips surged. He starting fucking my mouth like my pussy, pushing deeper and harder until I gagged a little trying to get my breath.

I looked up at him with teary eyes and drool on my chin as he slowed. 

"You like Daddys cock babygirl? Do you like it when I fuck your pretty mouth?"

Filled with his thickness, I could only nod and mumble but the thought of the coming treat spurred me on and releasing him, I sucked the smooth yet crinkly skin of his balls into my mouth, lashing my tongue over them.

I continued the attention to his heavy balls with one small hand and went back to his cock. A droplet of pre-cum balance precariously at his slit so I licked it off and with a moan slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth until my nose pressed against the soft hair at the base. My other hand brushed my lips as it tried to wrap around the thick column of flesh.

As his hips started moving, I started stroking his cock at the base and sucking hard up and down the rest. My head moving faster, mimicking my pussy bouncing up and down on him. My tongue flicking the tip each time I drew my head back. 

My fingers danced over his balls but I could feel them subtly drawing up in preparation for an explosion. I could feel my own juices gathering and dampening my thighs. My mouth continued its assault on your cock, lips tightening to create suction as they slid back and forth over the veins. I moaned deeply sending vibrations through you. I knew you were close.

Without warning his hips surged forward and his hand slammed my head down, pushing the pulsing head of his cock into my throat. He growled deeply telling his babygirl to swallow Daddys cream as rope after rope of his cum shot down my thoat. I gagged and struggled for breath but swallowed every drop of his salty, sweet treat.

As his hand loosened and I could breath again, I dutifully cleaned his cock off then rose to my feet to look into his satisfied face. Smiling I turned to go to bed, then turned back.

"Thank you Daddy. Goodnight"

She came out of the fog of sameness

Where life was dull

People were painfully polite

And the things she desired were only whispered about 

In dark corners

And *those* shops

Unspeakable things

Bruises and welts

Pain and pleasure

Sex and submission

Her hopes were high when she emerged

Bright and shiny 

In a world where darkness often reigns

In the sameness she was considered beautiful 

Desired by many for her wildness 

A rare diamond in a sea of zircons

But here her naïveté and inexperience are a detriment

Her beauty considered plain

And the things she had desired

Further away than ever

Often alone and lonely

Left wondering what she'd done wrong

The blanket of despair gets heavier 

Weighted with disappointed dreams

She's unsure what to do next

To stay or go away

All she really knows now

Is that she's in limbo between two worlds

Not fitting in there

Not meant for here

Not belonging anywhere

The scent of rosemary and lilac mark her passage

As she walks into the room

Her back is bent but her head is high

As she pushes the metal frame

She was beautiful once

Boasting hair like ebon silk

And eyes like a stormy winter sea

Her hair is white now and her eyes are faded blue

But there's still a hint

Of the fiesty girl she used to be

Oh she was the belle of the ball then

In her satin dresses and feathered shoes

A string of pearls draped seductively 

Down her narrow back

Crimson lips pursing 

For a draw of smoke from a clove cigarette

Perched in an ivory holder

Her gaze dances about the hazy room

Taking in the tableaux before her

In pools of light from gas wall sconces

Lurk men in dark suits and dark masks

Cocks already in hand

Inspecting the girls prostrate or bound 

Who are here to be taken and used

This hidden back parlour 

Where perversions take place

Where all who enter explore their darkest desires

Of lust and pain and fornication 

All of the things that are considered a sin

Are offered here 'round the clock 

She looks around once more and smiles 

As her satin dress slithers to the floor

Naked but for silk stockings and gold dust painted on her breasts

She joins the other guests

They have been waiting for her arrival

For tonight she is the star of this show

Their willing canvas

Their masterpiece...

It's that moment when we touch

Like an electric current

That passes from sky to ground

We are the storm

We are the violence of the wind and rain

The sound of rolling thunder

The suddenness of desire

Shakes us to our core

Clothes strewn to the side

In our haste to get to the flesh beneath

Greed overwhelms us

As hands search and find

And lips and tongues taste

Heat and hardness and flowering dampness

Until need becomes addiction

To the ripples of pleasure that cascade

When I am stretched open

Taking you

Your length and strength

Thrusting while my nails gouge your skin

And your teeth draw blood

We howl into the wind

Our bodies rocking in an ancient rhythm

The tidal wave of our climax

Crashing into us and leaving us

Tumbling headlong into ecstasy

The room was dark save for the light from a half dozen candles on the dressing table. She could see his silhouette where he stood just outside the warm glow.

He had told her to be freshly showered with no makeup and no heavy perfume. He told her to wear her favourite bra and panties. She had followed his instructions wearing brief lingerie and her silver collar.

She stood near the bed and watched him as he moved closer, telling her to caress the soft skin spilling over the top of her bra and pirouette slowly so he could admire her. 

Gruffly he ordered her to remove the scraps of lace and sit on the edge of the bed. She hastily did as she was told and sat carefully, hands on her lap. 

He moved close enough that she could now see the outline of his very hard cock pointing straight at her. She only had a moment to think about that before he grabbed her by the hair and pushed the hot tip of his erection against her lips. She opened automatically and he thrust in all the way, stealing her breath.

She struggled for a moment at the sudden invasion then relaxed and let him take the depth he wanted before he pulled out. He grunted softly a couple of times as he thrust in again and again and she began to wonder if he planned to finish in her mouth.

Just as abruptly as he'd started, he stopped and pulled out of reach of her warm, wet, inviting mouth. He was no masochist but it was torture not to keep fucking her throat until he emptied himself in her. But he was nowhere finished this.

He pulled her none too gently to her feet the turned her to indicate she should kneel on the bed. When she settled, he started rubbing her lower back and ass slowly and gently. She almost purred from the touch of his hand on her soft skin. His palm rubbed slowly and sensuously followed by the lightest of scratches from his short nails.

Her head dropped, hair cascading in front of her as his fingers teased slowly closer to the tight pucker of her ass. She tensed a little, knowing that he could be rough when he chose to be but for now he just teased lightly, circling and pressing lightly making her dampen and throb a few inches lower.

The warm wetness off his tongue broke her out of her trance as he languorously licked her from lower back to pulsing clit. Forward then back his tongue roamed bringing her perilously close to orgasm. He would not be happy if she came without his permission.  She knew that lesson well.

His fingers replaced his mouth, pumping into her sopping pussy. She groaned loudly in her effort to stay off the edge. "Cum" he whispered.

With a cry she fell over the edge. Muscles tightening around his fingers, juices seeping out over his hand. Her body vibrated with the force of her climax. Strong arms surrounded her and held on tightly while she drifted back to earth. 

He whispered quietly, telling her what a good girl she was and how proud he was and how sexy she looked right now. He moved around the bed and knelt in front of her, looking down. She watched his hand slowly stroke his cock as he asked her if she was ready to please him, ready to do what he wanted.

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the droplet of precum shining in the candlelight, on the tip of his hard cock. "Yes Sir. Anything You want."

She heard a rustling behind her and a snapping sound almost like elastic but as she made to turn and look, still perched on her hands and knees, he grabbed her chin and tsked disapprovingly just before pushing his cock into her throat.  She struggled not to gag and was so focused she almost didn't register the cock impaling her from behind.

She mumbled and moaned around the column of flesh sliding in and out of her mouth. He knew she had always wanted to be taken by two men but he had always reminded her that he didn't share what was his. As she realized he was making her fantasy a reality, her already overheated cunt gushed around the cock thrusting into her slowly and easily.

Large hands gripped her hips tightly and the mystery man increased his pace, pounding almost mercilessly.  The forward motion pushing her mouth almost helplessly onto her Masters engorged meat. Only his hand wrapped tightly in her hair prevented too deep a penetration that would choke her.

The sound of slapping flesh and deep masculine moans filled the room as the men used her like the fucktoy she had long fantasized being. The man behind her delivered a few hard slaps to the smooth flesh of her ass making her yelp around the cock in her mouth. She looked up at her love and he was the picture of carnal rapture. Head theown back, shoulders tensed and a low deep groan coming from between sensual, full lips.

She felt the man behind her tense at the same time the head of her Masters cock swelled almost cutting off her air. Her pussy contracted hard as she fought off her climax until she heard a growled Cum!

Ropes of hot seed flooded her mouth as he unloaded into her while she mewled and bucked back against the cock stretching her wide as the mystery man reached his own release growling and moaning behind her. 

She swallowed every drop obediently as her love withdrew slightly, letting her breathe deeply. His hand held fast to her hair so she couldn't move her head as she sagged in blissful contentment. 

Her Master nodded and smiled as the man pulled out with a kiss to her rosey buttock and left the room as quietly as he had entered. At the click of the door she was pulled forward and they collapsed in a sweaty, glowing heap. 

"I love you kitten. Happy Valentines Day."

I see the Beast beneath the surface 

I smell the raw, feral scent of you

I hear the heavy thud of a heart beating wildly

You hide it behind the facade

Of refined gentleman 

You deny your need for prey

That howling Primal

Begging to be released

Needing to sink your teeth

Into soft, warm flesh

Wanting the coppery taste of blood on your tongue 

He's getting louder every day

Barely contained 

The disguise is slipping

That need

That instinct inside you

To be the predator

To capture

And fuck

In the most savage of ways

Marking what's yours

As you join your bodies

Cock filling the void again and again 

Until you spill your seed 

Until the wild inside you settles

Only then my love 

Will you be able to slip back into your mask

Of a man without passion

You'll fool the world 

But you'll never fool me

I see the Beast beneath 

She remembers the time

Oh so clear

When she flew above the clouds

The excitement of belonging

The taste of adoration 

The slight flush of power

Oh the sweet clear air 

For a moment

She 

Shared

That 

Air

With the Gods

And basked in the glow

So close

Then one turned

To look at her with eyes of the stormy sea

With furrowed brow

As if perpetually angry

But a smile that would melt

The coldest berg

Lured 

She drifted

Too close

Her hearting pounding

Until slowly the sky darkened

And other more sinister eyes

Turned toward her

The mortal who dared

This would not do

Voices rose

In a crescendo of disapproval

The air vibrated 

Melting her resolve

Enough 

To send her into freefall

Crashing back to Earth

A broken bundle

All because 

*She flew too close to the Sun*