Sensory Overload

All it takes is for her to duck into the lounge room where I’m resting, completely nude, in all her mesmerising glory, to grab a head band for her bath —
And my mind is transported away.
She is chained to the bedroom, completely naked, her arms and legs spread apart.

There’s a bag over her head. Something new. Me being sadistic by toying sensory deprivation. She won’t be able to see. She won’t be able to quell any concern with a kiss. How long should I leave her with the bag on? Perhaps when the air runs low, when her mind is dazed, I could bring her to the brink of her orgasm — and as my mouth rests over her cunt, my tongue teasing her clit with small licks, I can remove the bag.

And as her senses rush back to her, her body seizes with all the power of an orgasm. 
The dizziness of the air rushing back to her melds with her pleasure. Maybe it’ll catapult her senses sky high. Maybe she might be elated. Soaring high into a space that’s beyond the norm but not beyond my reach.
I could bring her back with a gentle hug, soft words – and the reminder that I am in charge of her. And all that she is. 
And then I’m back in the lounge, a grin forms across my lips. I know just what to do. 

One Morning: Non-Fiction

“What are you doing? My mum’s going to be over any minute now”It began as an early morning cuddle in bed.

Kitten snuck in while I was dozing and wanted to curl up for a moment before grabbing a coffee with her mum. 

And yet, as I awoke, so did something else in me, something primal.

We didn’t last long cuddling before I began kissing her neck and sliding my hand down her pyjama shorties. 

To my surprise, the little girl was absolutely soaked. So soaked that I could slide my finger in and finger in.

She resisted, you know that? “(Name retracted)!” She cried. “No! I’ve got to get ready!”

I started running my thumb along her clit.

“No, stop. She could be here any minute. You know she’s always early”

“You’re coming” was all I said, I believe. I’m not entirely sure.

 At that, she resigned herself to her fate. It was like my order, or the clarity in my voice, was enough to set her still. She laid there quietly.

Kitten was reduced to a quivering moan, soft and unlike her normal speaking voice.

We laid in silence as I worked her clit, circularly and then across her slit, until she spoke out of the silence.

“Will you make love to me?”

I was hard from her moans, from the fact that she was soaking her cute little shorties.

We undressed in silence and gently, I climbed onto of her. 

There’s a rare thing that happens when we make love. I can’t quite put my finger on it, except to say that it has never lost its appeal. Everything is still magical, from undressing her to sliding my cock inside her and feeling how bad she has it for me. 

We make love to the symphony that is our moans and soon she comes once. Then again. And another time, before I give her a chance to breathe.

As we lay there, satisfied, me somehow still holding it together despite being with a goddess, she asks me one small thing.
Can I use my toy, Sir?

I answer yes and her smile lights up the room. She loves to play for me, with me, and I love to watch her enjoy the toy I hand picked myself.
I must admit, I feel pride there. I know what she likes. I know how she likes to come. This toy gets her there. 

Together we play, side by side, in complete harmony, me edging while sucking on her tits. First I suck gently, then I bite a little hard. I alternate between her nipples, giving one a break so it becomes less sensitive and more equally built up to breaking point.

It’s my call to kneel above her and come on her tits and my god, it feels fucking amazing. I empty my load on her, my masterpiece and she can only lick her lips as she reaches her own orgasm. Her fourth. Or was that fifth? I can’t recall now. 

But isn’t she a good girl? Waiting for her Sir to come before she comes herself? Haven’t I taught her well? 

I think about this as we lay side by side, looking at each other. 

It’s then I can’t help myself: I tell her – next time, don’t resist me.

She grins and goes to shower before her mother comes over. 

Thoughts to keep warm during Winter

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When I tell her to bend across the pool table, I wonder what her mind is running to.
When I tease her slit with the pool cue, gliding in circles, I wonder if she is hesitant or welcoming.

And when I ease it into her, as it disappears inside her, will she buckle, will she tremble, will she tell me it’s too much or will she try and prove to me, rot herself, to the gods, that she is worthy, that she is the one. That I am the one for her.

O, will she slide back into it, to feel it stretch her, to feel ‘full’?
Or will she attempt to crawl away, as it is too much.
Which version do I want, obedience or struggle? Both harden my cock.

What will come out of those slick wet lips?
A guttural moan?
A grunt, in the most beautiful, animalistic, dare I think un-lady-like way?
Or will she sob? And if so, will that sobbing enchant me or dispel me?

How will her hair fall? Over her eyes? Over her mouth?
Will her hair stick to her wet luscious lips?

And will she come? Will she come again? Will she take the cue for me until I tell her no more, until she is so full it aches. Maybe it bleeds.

Such thoughts run through my mind. And warms my heart.

 

 

Summer. Heat. Sweat. Arousal.

  
Trust me to take something obscure and turn it sexual. 

This Australian heat, friends, is insane. 41 degrees Celsius it climbed too today and all I could do. Pretty much all I did do was lay in the darkness of my bedroom completely naked.

Just sitting, sweating, thinking. The sentence “heaving, lightly perspiring chest” might seem sexual to you…well, maybe not. But it wasn’t. It was humid and gross.

And yet. Writhing, sweaty bodies moving and dancing and buckling come to mind. 

The dance comes to mind. Brutal, passionate. Fiery, burning, breath taking, scorching. The bed sheets are slick with sweat. She coos while I suckle on her nipple with as much force as I can muster.

That happened, of course, later in the afternoon. Sweat trickled and glistened down our bodies as we played together in our little darkened bubble.

I came intensely, my cock throbbing as it emptied my load.

You know, for the life of me I can’t remember what I was talking about. Oh – that’s it. Summer certainly bites but this is the thing, sweaty rocking bodies in a particular rhythm? Totally sexy, totally sensual and totally worth it in the end.

Goodnight from Australia, for the international readers. Let the bed bugs bite and the naughty dreams roll on!

The time is now 

  

I am the entity that lives in your closet. I’ve been watching you for some time. Waiting until the right moment. Until you were at your weakest.

Why, weakest? So I could have you rise above and soar – like the wild wolf I’ve seen inside you. The one that likes to talk dirty to herself as she masturbates alone.
You’ve heard me once or twice. Fumbling about getting comfortable as you slip out of your teal cheetah print panties. I’ve inspired thoughts from your childhood. Something about shadows visiting you in the night. No matter.  
Come to me, child. Come to the wardrobe where I lay in wait. Slip that skimpy nighty off and let me see that skin of yours. The one those false Angels have clawed at on nights. But you and I both know that they were weak and undeserving. You know you have been waiting for the monster to take you to a nightmare. So: undress. I’m waiting. Can you hear my breathing? Listen closely. 
Undress. We have the time. 

What, you thought I was kidding child? Start to undress this instant. I don’t like to be kept waiting. Tonight is the night I can invade.

Are you staying still? Undress yourself for me now, you will do as I say. Don’t make me tell you again. I’m watching you, child, I know when you will be completely naked. 

There we go. All the way. There we go, there’s that trimmed cunt. Just the way I like it. 
Kneel for me, child. Swear your allegiance to me. I am the monster you begged for as your juices spurted across the sheets of an evening. Where is that animal now?
I have waited long enough. It is time now. It is MY time. All those men that have come before – they will not compel you like I will. They will not claw you like I can. I will make you float, dear girl. 
With upmost force I will possess your body with a pleasure beyond your world. Beyond your knowledge.
Understand you will not simply moan, you will scream so hard you will not recognise yourself. Understand you will come so hard you will gasp to push out that scream. 
Watch your sweet pale body rise above the floor as I open these doors. Watch as all reason leaves your mind, as it drives you mad. Watch as your breasts sting from my strikes, as the delicious bruises you have prayed for while laying in bed – the prayers that invited me in – appear on your breasts. Is the sting dizzying?

Watch as your juices smack against the carpet below. Once, twice. Three times. Your sweet cunt is flooded, child.
One last thing: do not be afraid of me. I mean you no harm. I will release you as an ascended being. Broken and bruised – but alive. Ascended. Your mind — opened. 
This moment has been a long time coming. 

The Night They Took You Away

  
This is how it goes:
You snap awake. The first thing you notice is you can’t see anything. It’s not just dark, you can feel the fabric of the blindfold over your eyes. It’s coarse and irritating your forehead.

The second thing you notice is your hands are bound. Wait, that’s not at all. So are your legs. Which way are you facing? What direction is up? What direction is down? You start to squeal but that’s the next thing you notice – you’re gagged. You can taste the rubber as you try to call out. It’s metallic taste makes you gag.

Your world is thrown into light. Blinding light. It takes a few seconds to adjust to the environment but when you do, you see…
People. Standing all around you, gathered in a circle. Their arms are linked and their heads are down.

You hear the person that brought you into the light walk away from you, their footsteps echoing in this room. What is this, you wonder? What the fuck is this? You struggle to move but you are secured right. It’s rope, you think. You can feel it scratch against your ankles and wrists. 

Wait, more than that – you’re naked. You can feel a gentle breeze against your thighs. It travels upwards, tickling the lips of your cunt.

How did you get here, you wonder? You try to trace your thoughts back. You remember a party. A Halloween party. But that’s all. The rest is…foggy.
That’s when you hear it. A low chanting. It makes you turn your head in surprise. And you notice it – the men and women gathered around you – the one linking their arms and bowing their heads – are completely nude. You take the sight in, just to make sure the darkness of wherever you are isn’t playing tricks on your mind. You squint to look a little closer. You noticed a man’s shaved cock. The woman beside him has a landing strip. You notice her breasts rising and falling. Is she scared? Or exciting? The sight of these nude people strangely arouses you.

Wait, playing tricks you think. Is this a joke? You try to ask that but what comes out is muffled.
That’s when the chanting rises. You can’t understand it but it sounds Spanish if you had to guess. The others around you join in on the chanting and suddenly the voices are booming across the room. Reverberating. Becoming one. 
The candles go out. You didn’t even notice there was candles in the first place. Then the room is plunged into darkness. The chanting continues. You try to break free, struggling once. Then once more. But it’s no use.

Then there’s a gust of wind and you get the feeling someone is standing beside you.

“Accept our offering, O dark one” comes a woman’s voice. “Let this seduction and darkness sate you for another 13 years”
It sounds a little silly to say the wind is knocked out of you but that’s exactly what happens next. You feel the unmistakable sensation of a cock sliding inside you. It sends shivers down your spine and sends spasms traveling across your body but you are locked in tight. You can’t move. Whoever, whatever is on top of you, inside you – is ferociously pounding you. You’ve never felt such energy in all your years take you like this is taking you now.

You hear moaning in the darkness. The people gathered around? Are they fucking? It’s a man’s grunts, it’s a woman’s husky moans. 

Pleasure. Pleasure is sliding over you, washing over you. It’s warm and delightful and…frightening.

This aggressive cock, what seems thick and hard and never backing down, never ceases it’s speed. It kind of hurts, but in a good way. There’s an ache but…no, you shouldn’t be going along with this. 
You try to break free but you feel a hand run against your cheek. It’s soft and calming. Feminine. 

“Hush, child” the woman’s voice says. “Give yourself over. It’s easier that way”

Her voice sounds gentle and soothing. Middle aged. Mid forties if you had to guess.
The hands remove the gag from your mouth and your first impulse is to gasp for air. It feels so sweet. So divine. 

You try to speak but all you get out is “please..”

You feel rough hands glide down your hips, hot breath on your neck. It frightens you. Whoever is on you is not showing signs of slowing you down. You try to break free.

The woman coos you softly. “Here, child”

You feel a nipple fall across your tongue. For some reason, your first instinct is to take the nipple into your mouth.

The woman lets out a low moan as you do. The sound compels you to suck harder. You feel dizzy. You feel a nibble on your neck from the man on top of you, the one violating you.

That’s when you feel milk spray across your tongue and down your throat. It catches you by surprise but you don’t stop. You swallow it down. It’s warm and creamy. 

“This will soothe y-you, child”

For a moment, you flash on something. You feel good. You feel like a good girl. You feel like you’ve been laying for an eternity suckling while being pounded raw.
Every thrust comes with a tinge of pain but an overwhelming amount of pleasure. You feel it rising. You can’t help it. Pain and pleasure and shame all at once comes crashing down over you as you spasm forward, your mouth clenching down on the nipple around your tongue. You let your orgasm wash over you as you lay there. And that’s when the man grunts. And you feel warm come spray across your stomach. 

“May I too, Master?” Says the woman whose nipple is on your mouth.

Silence. But then you hear it, the wetness of the woman. She’s masturbating while you are suckling. The sounds of her juices and her soft cooing as she plays makes you want a second round.

“Kathryn, step forward” says a male voice. 

The words make you spit the nipple out. “What’s going on?”

Your voice comes out low. 
“You are the offering to our dark lord” the woman says between moans. “Our toy to seduce and fuck in his honour”

“Whose Kathryn?”

“An initiation to our ranks.”

You feel gentle hands run across your thigh. The old woman sits her nipples back in your mouth and you fall back into a state of ecstasy.

“Tonight, we not only celebrate our long time success at satisfying our dark lord, lest we feel his wrath. But we also celebrate a birth year! Happy eighteenth Kathryn”

The circle around you echoes what the man’s voice says.

“You may begin”

“Yes, Sir” says a voice between your legs. You feel her warm breath skim across your clit. Then she lowers her mouth on you and feasts .
It goes like this: you are used and abused in that room. Each member of the circle takes their time coming on you, feasting on you, fucking your mouth, your ass. How many times you are made to come – it’s countless. Your mouth is dry, your cunt is dripping and your ass tingles – much to your confusion. One person even slapped you hard enough to bring back memories of your father smacking you as a child. 
When all is said and done, you are put back to sleep. And you awaken back in your bed, back in your home. Back with your stuffed animal toys. You are bruised, your cunt is raw, the taste of milk lingers in your mouth. You are weak all over. You think it was a dream. I can assure you, it wasn’t. 
Happy Halloween!

Inside these walls

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Inside these walls,

you are tied to your cell.

purring and yowling, you writhe on the spot.

Your little dance has started the fire,

now the room is set alight.

Inside these walls,

You can squirm but you’re stuck to my web.

I will take an eternity to bleed you dry.

You don’t have a choice.

Inside these walls,

you can rattle the cage,

try and scream for help

but sooner or later,

you’ll give into the panic

Inside these walls,

you’re wearing out.

The wave is too strong,

you want to give in.

Now you belong to me..