Forgetful Little Girl

Forgetful Little Girl

He grips me hard and my stomach is knotted in a ball of erotic tension as my body awaited his.

I become lost in a heightened state as he roughly moved me over his knees, trapping my legs between His and lifting my hips up to ensure my ass was at the optimum height for his hands to find that sweet spot.

My mind prepared itself for what was to come…I breathed deeply yet raggedly and look down at my hands which were perfectly spaced out in front of me.  As his hands began to stroke and warm up my bare skin my breathing calmed for a moment as I enjoyed the pleasure of his skin on mine, before his hand lifted away and the first smack ricocheted off my warm, firm behind.  The first is always sweet…the skin not yet sensitive ensuring that the full slap is felt as a warm erotic shock, the sensation of which ripples out beautifully across the nearest nerve endings.

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The second and third feel the same…the forth and fifth starting to feel a little more deeply as the spanks get harder each time…beyond that I find myself already getting lost in the growing pain.  My mind concentrates solely on that one area of my body as though under a microscope of sensation; the feeling of heat and discomfort starting to build quicker and quicker as I will my mind to lead me to the edge of the abyss.  Slowly but surely my mind carries me forward as the rain of spanking ploughs on on my now painful red cheeks.  One to the other, over and over…and just as I am about to blissfully fall head first into the shock of heaven he withdraws his hand, strokes once the reddened soreness before moving his hand down to my thighs…


Oh the stinging bliss of punishment as the slaps begin once again on the tender sensitive smooth skin below my now throbbing cheeks.  Unable to so easily lose the element of pain over this thin skin, I stay right in the moment as his hand continues its squeal inducing onslaught and as i wriggle and writhe, I find I am no longer able to control my body as it fights against it’s longed for attack.  His leg holds mine together tighter still, and his free arm grips around my waist rendering me unable to move.  The sting of every swipe burns and burns and burns….and then I am flying.  I’m lost in my adrenalin…the shock of the pain has finally carried my mind beyond reality and the present moment.  I free fall in my paradise of muted pleasure…each smack reverbarating around my very soul.  And then all too soon it desists….I lay there unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but breathe shallowly, my eyes flickering open and then closed.  I moan slightly in disappointment as his hands begin their cool down of my heated, deliciously burning skin.  There’s a final slap on my ass cheek for my demanding groan and then the very hands which had been breathing pain through my body just moments before began to force deeply into me, into my hot swollen pussy which, in the joy of the spanking, had gone unnoticed.  All at once I was fully aware of the deep internal need in me…a thick, heavy desire to be fucked hard and used so my mind can shut down once more, allowing my body to simply feel feel feel as my boundaries are pushed to their very limits.

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His fingers find me and move as I need them to, well rehearsed movements which get me every time.  Now my moans are no longer from disappointment from the loss of the spanks, but from the building unstoppable need in me….I’m coming before I know it and before I can ask for permission.  Gutteral waves of gentle treacel-like moans flow from deep within me as I speak a languge that even I cannot comprehend.  His quietly spoken sentiments, “Good girl coming hard for me…good little girl” push me on and on until I am all out of energy.  I quietly moan a little and enjoy the final wash of pleasure as I find myself dipping in and out of consciousness before he lifts my hips and stands up from under me.  I lay there vaguely aware of his undressing by my side…slowly and purposefully revealing each gorgeous limb and inch of skin making my breathing harden once again as I prepare for the next game we will be playing.

His beautiful cock is released last…my heavy eyes grow heavier still with lust and I lift my head slowly and open my mouth wide – his favourite invitation.  He sweeps the hair from around my face and grips it back hard in his hand and lifts my head up a little until I am perfectly positioned to take him all in which I willingly and obligingly do.  He slides me down the legnth of him until he hits the back of my throat, forcing me to attempt to open up a little more to stop the gag reflex from kicking in but too late, as I gag hard and my eyes start to water hard – he pulls himself from my mouth and looks down at my swimming eyes as I open up once more to welcome him back in.  As he continues to fuck my warm wet mouth, I fight the urge to gag again knowing that as much as he loves it, he needs pleasure so I distract myself by sucking hard as he pushes in and out, over and over.


As my now running eyes look up to him, he catches my gaze intensely just for a moment and pulls my head back hard, releasing my aching jaw from its task, and begins to re position me using only my ponytail as a reign.  I find myself on my knees, facing away from him, forehead pushed into the mattress, ass thrust up high – the still reddened skin sore from the stretch created from this position.  I feel his thumb push into my cunt just once to release my hot wetness and ensure I am ready to enable the finale of this show….and then at last his cock fills me up completely.  He pushes into the hilt, remains there as we both sink into the bliss of it, before pulling out fast and thrusting back in hard.


My body jolts as I release animalistic moans of base pleasure. His hands wrap around my throat and he pulls me back up so I am now rested up on my hands as he continues on harder and faster whilst i am subconsciously begging for more.  The tightening on my neck spins me out further and further and I am quickly building my pace; I can feel my insides beginning to throb and clench as orgasm draws near.  I realise I must get my request for permission out before it is once again too late and so I cry out as best as I can with his hands around me, and barely in time: “Please Sir, Please…” and despite his orgasm being only seconds behind my own, he replies in his usual controlled, disciplinarian manner, “Yes little one” and so I begin my rise.  My cries growing as the pleasure heightens, my breathing out of control and my requests for more and to be fucked harder all totally lost to me.  As he comes in to me, his swollen thickening cock fills me further still until I am all but blacking out from the swimming darkness behind my eyes…pleasure pleasure pleasure….swirling all encompassing swathes of it fill me as he does, and then it begins its retreat and i am left collapsed on the bed; my body hot, wet and satisfied by his.

He leaves me to recover with the simple but deadly line: “Well done little one, you’ve been a good girl – but next time you forget to ask for permision before every orgasm you will be sorry.”

For Them

For Them

As he held me in place phsycially – my face pressed into the matress, my ass forced up high to where he liked it – I found in me once again, that space in my mind I always craved.  Where thoughts slowed down and sensations heightened – like a panther preparing to pounce.  Everything was electric…every movement, sound and touch sparked, like a chemical magic brought about only by the perfect combination of two beings in their natural element.

As the spanks on my bare skin ceased being a pleasurable physical assult and became nothing but a sound heard only from a vague distance, I felt myself grow weaker and stronger all at once.  I found my place here, simultaneously becoming both the hunter and the prey.  I always find my strength, ironically, at my most vulnerable moments.

At that moment, I felt as ferocious and free as a wild animal…but an animal who ultimately wanted only to be collared and led back to her cage.  The power to roar, but the desire only to purr.

The right owner can bring out the best in their pet.


After as a lay in his arms on the bed, I soaked up the peace and stillness which my sated mind poured luxuriously over my physical being.  Mind and body in perfect rhythm; each feeding the other…allowing me to feel and breathe, run free and wind down, as and when required.  The perfect partners in a masochistic crime; granting their owner…me…the rare and beautiful opportunity to withdraw or come alive at the skill of my own Master. I find I am at the mercy of my beautiful body and sadistic senses as much as his hands.


For my babies: Pet and Sub

I Love you girls ❤ x

The Unexpected Fantasy

The Unexpected Fantasy

As I stood there, I felt the cold pull at my nipples and force them to pucker.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand and my stomach clench to try and protect myself from the chill.  My wrists were shackled far tighter then before and my arms were arm high and straining.  This felt different to anything I had experienced before…this was not the work of my Dominant, even though I knew he was there…somewhere.

I stood there unable to see him as my eyes were covered.  My ankles were placed and shackled past hip width and I was naked. Completely.  I had entered the building blindfolded.  He had told me it was a treat for being such a good girl recently and that he wanted me to experience something I had always been intrigued about. As of yet, I don’t know which of my many varying, mildly depraved scenarios I was in line for, but naked and tied by a stranger was a great start. 

My senses were set to hyper sensitivity so as to catch every little detail which they had not yet potentially picked up on.  I knew there were people somewhere…I could laughter and muffled chatter coming from another area – perhaps down a hallway?  In the space I was in, it was silent.  I heard footsteps walk towards my back…I could sense that I was not far from a wall which I was facing.  I could smell dampness, which would also account for the chill in the air.  

I felt a hand flatten itself gently on the top of my spine and move down slowly finishing its journey on my lower back. I felt it move round to hold my waist on the right hand side of my body, then the left hand repeated the same action and came to rest in the opposing position.  From what I could tell, the hands were his but my senses were so thrown that whereas usually I would know exactly, on this occasion I was upset that I was less aware. Upset, whilst also hugely aroused.  

Confirmation came when the possessor of the hands moved their face to my right ear and whispered: “He’s here.”  So this was not my Sir…so who was it?  With that, the owner of the hands, and now the voice, took hold of my left hip as a grip and spanked me hard five times on my right ass cheek.  The unexpectedness of the onslaught was a hard line of pleasure and pain, mixed with confusion over whether I was allowed to enjoy pain at another man’s hands.  I came to the conclusion that it must be fine as my Spanker had told me that Sir was here…this was his scenario.  I relaxed a little. The next 5 spanks on the other cheek were more pleasant now that I had a) come to expect them and b) decided to enjoy the experience.  ‘Unaware and unsuspecting’ had always been a secret fantasy of mine…this pretty much fufiled that!

The stranger went away and I was left alone again until I felt another person approaching. This person I sensed was smaller, certainly smaller than myself, 6’3 in heels.  I was left in no doubt when two beautifully soft, petit hands moved their way from my neck down and around the outside of my breasts and swooped over my hips, my thighs, my calves, to my ankles.  She was in front of me so obviously I was far enough away from the wall to fit another human, albeit a smaller one.  She must have been on her knees by this point.  Who was she?  Another sub?  As i felt her hands move up the back of my legs now, I began to get a sense of what her plan was.  I looked down instinctively despite my blindfold just as her hands reached round and came to rest on my backside.  She smoothed and calmed the redness and heat brought on by the gentleman just moments before with her cool hands.

I felt her hair brush against my stomach and her lips kissed me just below my belly button.  Her soft warm tongue drew a line from the kiss straight down while her hands remained on my cheeks.  Despite having been pleasured by my Sir’s tongue countless times. experiencing a female’s version of the same technique was a shock – a beautiful, incredible shock.  Strike two on the fantasies list – Thank you Sir.

Her tongue was thorough and knew where to go to seek out and play with my pleasure.  Standing up was difficult as my knees buckled slightly when she began to focus on my clit with her tongue whilst also using her slender fingers on my g-spot.  This was certainly a new, gentler experience than I had ever had before but none the less mind-blowing for the softness.  As her tongue and fingers workedin tandem, I felt myself building up.  My stomach muscles, earlier clenched with cold now clenched as my growing orgasm developed second by delicious second.  I felt the stranger appear behind me and panicked for a second that he was going to fuck me…spanking is one thing, but I don’t want anyone else fucking me.  My pussy is His and His alone.  I was instantly soothed though by his hands which bent me forward a little so my arms were pulled up tighter and I was essentially dangling at my wrists.  He gripped me around my stomach with his left arm and began to spank me with the right, all while she, whoever she was, seamlessly continued her part in this scenario with barely a seconds’ transition to the new position I was now in.  The extreme sense of her pleasure and his pain quickly built and swirled my confused senses into chaos.  Her exqusiite fingers continued to play on my g-spot, her tongue sucking and circling my clit until I felt fit to burst…his spanks grew harder, the pain slipping into pleasure as my mind wandered from reality and got lost in the internal chaos, until the heat and pressure and extreme mix of all the onslaughts on my body joined together in the most explosive orgasm.  My mind was lost and I swirled for what felt like an eternity. I cried out for Him and I felt him come up behind me as the stranger moved away.  I collapsed forwards so my back was as horizontal as it could be with my arms yanked upwards.  Feeling him behind me was a relief and the rush of it made me want him more than I have ever wanted him.  

“Please?” I whispered hoarsely.  We had always said that if any fantasy were to come true, we would always finish with us.  My plea was for him to complete this fantasy as he promised.  He kept his promise.

She, in front of me, did not move away.  She stayed and she kept her fingers inside me in place whilst my clit was too sensitive to touch.  I felt warm oil dribble down between my as cheeks and finally, HIS fingers press against my favourite spot  As they entered me my body reacted as it is trained to and relaxed entirely.  My shoulders now aching from their position were given a moment of relaxation as some kind of natural chemical hormone was released from my brain and ran a marathon sprint through me, giving peace and calm to every joint and muscle in my body.  My knees buckled once again.  I felt his hands encircle my wait and lift me up a little. His quiet command, “Hold yourself up and stay still” shifted my mind and I felt myself eager to please him and fulfil his demands of me.  I tightened my leg muscles and stood, legs still spread, leaning forward just enough now.  

I felt his hands take my hips and his hard cock push again my ass and as I relaxed my upper body he eased into me beautifully.  He filled me up as he always does.  Sensing my newly re-fired need, She began to move her fingers on my g-spot just a little harder now.  And as he pulled back out of me, her thumb joined her playing and positioned itself on my clit which was now eager once again for attention.  

As he pushed back into me, a little rougher this time as my muscles relaxed and began to welcome him, she upped the game and soon I was begging.  Which of them I was begging to and what I was actually begging for is unknown…I was just aware of a voice, my voice, calling out “Please” and becoming more and more desperate as they continued their pace.  My words and my need shifted him up a gear and as I spiralled, pushing myself against her hand to get more satisfaction, I felt and heard his orgasm swiftly following.  As he came with me, his right hand let go of my hip and grabbed at my breast, pinching my nipple tight and offering me an extra few seconds of pleasure brought on by the sharpness of the pain.  We all slowed, after a time, I am not sure when exactly, I felt her fingers disappear but he stayed.  I felt him kiss my shoulders and my neck.  I felt him take the back of my head in his hands and lead it back to rest against his strong chest…I could feel his heart beating a fast paced rhythm.  

We stood.  We left. I was still blindfolded. I never knew who She was…who the stranger gentleman was.

But it ended with Us. 


The First Paddling

The First Paddling

I had to work myself up to this.  I must admit…I was a little apprehensive about the heavy, solid, wooden paddle resting by my bed waiting for my backside.

 I got myself into the right headspace to deal with the pain which I knew would soon be coming my way – although I trusted that as it was my first time with such an implement he would go easy – as he had with my first real spanking session.  I recalled how I longed for more spanks on my reddening derriere after that, so perhaps this would be the same?

 I sat in my submissive position quietly for the ten minutes before he arrived, silencing my thoughts and allowing sub to come forward and take over.  She was so ready for this…but other aspects of my being were less prepared and I felt my legs weaken a little as I stood up to let him in.  I passed it off in my head as my just feeling a little weak from the kneeling position I had been in…but it’s hard to fool your own mind.

 As before, he came straight in and into my room which was darkened except for a lamp on the bedside which was dimmed down sensually by two feathers around the bulb.  He instructed I kneel while he hung up his suit and got out the tie, which was to be my binding that evening.

 I knew why I had been instructed to buy the paddle.  I knew what was coming – and the lines I was instructed to write 100 times said it all:

“I must obey my dominant in public.”

 Before he went away I had walked away from him late at night on our way home.  I had been upset by something he said and snatched my hand away and walked. In the haze of wine I had forgotten my place – I had forgotten who he was to me and what I was to him.  Precious.  Something to be protected, and by walking away in the dead of night, and then refusing to return to him meant

I had set myself up for a tougher punishment.


He instructed me to lay on the bed, face down with a pillow lifting up my backside.  With my wrists being bound behind my back for the first time as a sub, I felt my mind shift and deepen as the sub zone kicked in.

I relaxed in to the soft mattress and allowed myself to just let go. 

The next thing I felt was something wrap my head and my vision was gone.  The blindfold was something else new and only heightened every single sweet sensation of his fingers down my back and his hands rubbing my bottom before starting a spanking warm up.  A warm up I was very grateful for.


Before I zoned out entirely and the bliss of spanking overtook I felt him move away and heard him lift the paddle brush up.  The next thing I felt in my bound and blindfolded state of high adrenalin and sensation was the smooth , flat brush head stroke across my skin…before it lifted and smacked down.  The sting was sweet and welcome.  The same on the other cheek.  Beautiful release and pain.  I took a deep breath and found myself eager for the next contact…5 more on each cheek.

He was going easy – I could tell, but after the full 6 on each side he instructed:

“I want you to count the final ten and thank me for each one”.

 He began…”One, Thank you Sir…Two, Thank you Sir, Three, Thank you Sir…”


So bitter sweet…so sensual and sexy and seductive and…by the final one I was writhing in pain as the paddle hit my reddened, hot skin but the second it was done I felt a new sensation. One of my 6 inch vibrator venturing its way between my butt cheeks and down to my now wet, warm pussy where he played for a moment before positioning it inside, kissing my forehead and leaving me.

Bound…alone…sore…wet…no way of knowing what time was passing.

 I lay there, my thoughts buzzing and quietening down, then vibrating through my mind again before silencing…the bullet between my thighs throbbing and making me try to push against it, eager for the pleasure to pulse against my g spot.

He returned after perhaps ten or fifteen minutes.  By then I was desperate.  He unbound me and allowed me free.  I felt deflated…was that it? The grand finale of my first paddling?  Of course not.

He allowed me into the kitchen where he was cooking dinner for us.  He commanded me to face the wall and wait instruction.  My mind was reeling – I was torn between demanding his sexual attention as my old self would and enjoying the sensation of freedom which submission afforded me.

The command to lean against the fridge, naked bottom out and head resting on clasped hands was still of little interest to my over charged, turned on mind.

I needed him to touch me in some way.  


By that point, I was so sensitive that even a gentle caress would have sufficed…I needed my dom’s attention.  His hand trailing up my thigh and touching my clit did the job.  He spread my thighs with his fingers’ gentle, silent commanding push and finally…blissfully, he was inside me and pushing again the spot which caused gorgeous waves of much needed, desperate pleasure.

My moans of heaven were swiftly silenced when he stepped away, taking with him those dedicated, attentive, sensual, talented fingers which replaced their job of pleasuring me with stirring dinner! Left to groan quietly in defeat and desolation at the loss, he repeated this process of bringing me to the absolute edge of heaven around 6 or 7 times.  By then, sub was in full control and thriving.  My body had relaxed to the point that I was directing my backside toward him in the hope of a touch and when I was rewarded I found myself, carelessly grinding on his hand desperate for release.

Finally I was given what I so badly, painfully needed… 

That night I became very well acquainted with my fridge.