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…

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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For my babies: Pet and Sub

I Love you girls ❤ x

The Stranger & I Continued

The Stranger & I Continued

The evening he requested to meet with me was a dark, dirty night with merciless rain thrashing down upon my flimsy umbrella – it could barely withstand the beating it was taking from the heavens.  Looking back perhaps it was a sign, an omen, not to go forward into this new reality, but I couldn’t have known and if I had had that time again, I’d have done it just the same.

We met in a quiet little bar down a side street.  The smell of old wood warmed over the years by the open fire, and the scent of the delicious red wine he handed me on my arrival was enough to help me relax into our night together.  By 11pm we had discussed history, family, friends, careers, childhood, life’s highs and lows…in fact, more than I had ever got through with one person on a first date.  I felt so comfortable with him, so at ease…so safe!  Like I could tell him anything and it would all be ok.  He seemed too good to be true. 

Because of this I found myself in a taxi going back to his – something I would never usually do for fear of getting hurt once the morning comes and with it an empty bed or a swift exit from theirs with broken promises to call.  But somehow this felt right. More than right, it was the only option – I never wanted this night to end and this was a good enough way to ensure it didn’t finish just yet!

His home was, as expected: chic, white, open plan, minimal, but mixed with beautiful older elements such as the bookcase and fireplaces all of which were made out of heavy dark wood.  The doors were made of solid oak, each of which were about three inches thick and made a very satisfying thud when closing.  I couldn’t have pictured him living anywhere else but this contradiction of old and new, bright and dark, closed and open.  There was something about him….something different. Something which he hadn’t told me yet and something which scared me just a little – but crazily, that fear only heightened my sense of longing for him. 

Before too long I found myself underneath him, sinking deep into his plush sofa, surrounded by cushions and feeling utterly lost to all sense – his kisses on my lips and neck and collar bone tingled. My body felt as though it were awakening from a long sleep.  His hand under my head and the one on my waist held me in place and I felt myself relax further into his desire.  I moaned as his grip on me tightened and his hands moved to my breasts which were desperate for release. He did not disappoint – I sat up to allow my top over my head and his adept fingers to flick the catch of my bra open. I flung it to the ground.  At this point he stopped momentarily to take in the sight of me half naked, out of breath, a tangle of hair and rosy cheeks…I knew I must look wanton, and I was. 

His hand reached to hold my cheek tenderly, just for a split second, before he reached around and took a handful of my hair.  I felt the pressure from his hand as he tugged me back down onto the sofa…I felt my body react to this physical power he had over me.  I knew I had already been wet, but this new element of sheer dominance took me to another level and that is when it his me.  He was Dominant.  I had heard of these men, read of them, fantastised about them even, but had never met one. And now here I was, naked with one of them; one of the sexiest men I had ever seen, who had held my gaze so firmly the first time we had caught eyes, who had rushed to my aid when I had fallen and made me assure him that I would be careful in future.  I had wondered why this stranger had cared – and now I realised why.  Something in me was answering his need to dominate, to nurture, to take care of, to teach..to punish?

His kisses were growing in intensity.  My body bucked against his with a mind of its own.  His hand in my hair pulled my head back uncomfortably so, so that he could kiss my neck and throat.  His teeth grazed my skin and suddenly his mouth was on my breasts – sucking and kissing and biting…the pleasure and pain mix was too much.  As his tongue swept again and again over my taut, puckered nipples I could, unbelievably, feel an orgasm building.  With my hair still in his tight grip, my head was still pulled back, so my hands did the job of willing his tongue to go on with their sweet torture by holding his head, gripping his hair – anything I could do to make him stay. I was entirely vulnerable, completely unable to move from this position even if I had wanted to, but my one freedom, my hands, were going to do all they could to ensure that whatever he was doing did not stop. 

As his free hand took the job of one nipple whilst his tongue continue its merciless reign on the other, I was flying.  The inability to move whilst simultaneously being given a brand new and devastatingly intense form of pleasure was almost more than I could bear and in my mind, I was soaring.  As my orgasm mounted from his ceaseless mouth and fingers, my mind rushed this way and that, and suddenly…without warning, it silenced.  I was aware of nothing except my orgasm which tore through me like a bullet.  It zigzagged itself through me from the center of the pleasure in my nipples down to my clit, my pussy, my legs went weak, my back bent further from its already unnaturally arched position – the only thing still working were my hands which gripped and released his hair uncontrollably.  I moaned, and I writhed and the bliss rode on with me for what felt, in hindsight, like hours. 

As the pleasure subsided, my body was spent.  Even my hands gave up their bid for independence and I collapsed as he sat back.  I lay there, a gentle smile playing on my exhausted face.  I opened my eyes to find his boring into me…they were so dark.  Suddenly that little touch of fear I had been playing with in my mind came flooding back as fight or flight senses bristled within me.  At once, I saw his hand move toward my face…I panicked…and then he lay it gently on my cheek.  His thumb, stroked me over and over again.  I relaxed back down and naturally closed my eyes, the effects of the intense orgasm drifting me into sleep. 

And then he spoke.

“I want to make you mine.”

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