Fifty Pieces

Twenty-five red twenty-five blue at the beginning of the game fifty total lay on the board, strewn about now. The game is over as Jen stood looking in disbelief. The battle of the minds for who would be victorious over the others body for the day. The little shudder of anticipation and excitement that ran along her spine also ran to her pussy as she felt the wetness start.

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“Do you remember your safeword?”

She shook her head yes. Jack grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her head hack as he roughly pushed her against the wall.

“What is it you coy little bitch? Say it!” he growled

From damp to an instant flood. The sharp jerk and forceful way he tossed her around. Jen’s knees felt weak as his hot breath was in her face and his words forcing her to fight an involuntary orgasm.

“Popcorn” suddenly her knees buckled as the wave hit her. She knew he could make her cum at command but now he made her cum saying her safeword. Her head spun as he gave his wicked laugh.

“Spectacular, I have you under my full control.” Jack said with his signature sinister smile “Now let the real game begin.”

He didn’t let his words sink in to mess with her head like normal. The new blade he got just for this scene hooked into the back on her shirt, with a pull it split the back open. Jen gasped as the material fell loose then her shorts were quickly treated the same. She was left standing in just her undergarments.

“I know those matching piece are a bit pricy, so I will give you the chance to take them off before I do it for you.”

He started counting down from ten. Jen took a moment to recover but stripped quickly, no way was she losing her newest set if she could save them. As she slid off her panties, her precarious situation made it easy for the rope to be wrapped around her. Jack subdued her quickly as she was easily hogtied. Her not so gentle landing on the floor made her gasp as now she was helpless and a bit concerned. This was one of his impromptu scenes and she had no idea what to expect except he was going to do whatever was in his devious brain. Lashing her around the arms he was setting her up for the most thrilling and terrifying moment of her life.

Checking the ropes and making sure each line was tight he was ready finally. The sound of some kind of motor behind Jen made her shudder. This was totally new, she had seen him watching the fucking machine videos. Suddenly she had visions of her body spread out immobilized as the machine abused her wet pussy. She shuddered again in excitement, her juices now leaking out and over the freshly waxed lips.

The click of some metal piece hooking into place sent another shudder then the motor sound again. Suddenly Jen felt the ropes tighten as Jack checked to make sure each was secured. Her body now lifted off the ground just a few inches at first testing the rigging. A few minutes later she was swung around toward the banister her breath coming in ragged gasps as she was lifted over the edge and hanging above the floor downstairs. Slowly lowered down Jen she was at the edge of panic and excitement. Stopping her just a few feet off the ground she whimpered as Jack walked down the steps.

“So like how I rigged the place?”

Her mind was already spinning as he gave her a little push. Intelligible mutters as she swung back and forth for a minute. Jack stripped his pants as she watched wide eyed taking the blade he cut the rope the rigger had shown him. Jen fell a few inches into the final position the rope spreading her legs wide as he got into position. It didn’t take long before she was moaning and crying out in bliss.

Before Jack unloaded in her the timer went off, he lowered her to the floor to finish with her. Untying the ropes such beautiful marks had bitten into her flesh. He took her right there on the floor.

The rest of the evening we spent playing other games but it all started with those fifty pieces. It was a win for both of them.

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Slap My Tits

“Slap my tits.”  For all the kinky things i had done to that point it never occurred to me to smack anyone’s breasts. It was not a natural thing for me to think off. Ass, thighs, pussy, all made perfect sense smack. Tits…not so much.

Kylee and I had a slap and tickle, fuck her rough (mostly from behind) kind of relationship. It wasn’t explicitly kinky but looking back it wasn’t really vanilla either.  

It was just nice roughish sex, nothing more. So i slapped her tits as requested. On more than one occasion, even making them (kind of) red once or twice.  She was the first but not the last for this kind of play. Though truth be told i much prefer to use a crop or flogger.

She was however the only small breasted woman ever to ask for me to slap her tits.  Literally a small A cup it was not to firm upward breast shaking swing of a BDSM video.   She was tall but petite and my hand easily covered far more than breast.

Still she asked, I obliged, she got off on it and in some way so did I.   You can’t be kinky for as long as I have been with out a few requests that weren’t a hard limit, kind of worked for me since it worked for my partner but were never put into regular rotation.  Now flog my tits would be an entirely differnt game, and in that case game on.

Note:  The pic is of Alice and not the individual who made this request.

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The Lock

The lock dangled on the hook in the old bedroom

The gem glowing through the dust and gloom

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Papers and pictures spread about on the night stand

One picture of a beautiful lass and a dashing tall man

The lass looked like my aunt back many years

The man embracing her like lovers sincere

A pile of notes and letters each in beautiful scarlet ink

Sorting through a flush of heat as my cheeks glow pink

Unbridled passion in the words and the images there

A wooden box that held a locks of black and golden hair

The golden hair in the box my aunt’s for sure

The black belonged to the man, their secret amour

The long secret she held back from us all for years

Reading the last a tear wells as now I know why

Time had passed as she aged and one day did die

His love for her eternal as he held her that last time

How they kissed in the moonlight their world sublime

His offer of an eternal kiss she had often declined

Take me to the other side she whispered this time

The PS I read made my heart jump to my throat

The lock held the last clue of a lasting hope

He had taken her with him but then now confusion

Who was in the box that whole thing an illusion

As I read how he placed a replica in the box we carried

The tears and remembrance for each of us varied

Now all a lie and the truth began to show in the dusk

Gasping as I saw my aunt appear out of a swirl of dust

A cold hand on my shoulder as I couldn’t scream

Swimming thoughts as it all seemed like a dream

Happy Valentine’s Day my dear, would you like to share

Feeling my arm being lifted slowly into the air

Sleep took over after a few agonizing minutes passed

Waking in the dark I hear their snickers, he has crossed

For you they say as I see my lass tied to a chair

Dresses and ready for me to take her right there

Shhh don’t scream, soon we will be together forever

My valentine it’s just a moment of pain to endure

I place the lock as a necklace on her slender throat

As I sink my fangs in and deeply engulf

 

 

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On Second Thought

This is one of those times in my wild youth I laugh about now but part of me wondered what I was thinking at the time., or was I?

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Truth or dare has to my least favorite game in retrospect. Barring the many potential outcomes I was the one who would always take the dare, especially if it was on the edge of being dangerous or risqué.

Host:        Truth or dare

Friend 1:  Better make it an outrageous dare it’s Raven’s turn

Friend 2:  Oh my god, don’t do that, he likes those.

Host:        Ok Raven truth or dare?

Me:          Well what’s the question and the dare?

Host:        Have you and Jen done the nasty? Or go streaking through town.

I remember laughing because I would never tell them, of course we had many times but the dare got my heart racing and adrenaline going.

Now it’s 10 pm on a Saturday night, I should have asked about the timing of said dare first too. Main Street is busy as I started to wonder about my sanity.

Friend 1:   Ok Raven you got to run from the train tracks to the arcade.

Me:           Dude that’s like a mile and a half and right in front of the police station.

Friend 1:  Chicken.

And that’s when common since left the building. No one called me chicken, I would prove them wrong. Often to my own detriment. I stripped and tossed my clothes in their car. As we were at the building next to the tracks.

Me:          Chicken my ass, you better be waiting at the arcade or I’ll kick your ass.

Friend 2:  Come on, you really don’t have to do this.

Too late I was crossing the street and started to jog toward my destination. With a few short cuts through parking lots and behind the hedge rows of the buildings. No one said I couldn’t hide. I get past the telephone company then it hits me, there is no cover for the last half a mile. Right past the train station and to the arcade. I am so fucked, and I know it. Fortune favors the bold I say to myself as I start out from the last cover.

That’s when the sudden flash of red and blue lights come on.

FUCK ME! I try to run back to the cover of the hedges.

RAVEN STOP RIGHT THERE! Came over the PA system.

Oh god damn, it was one of the cops that knew me because they knew my dad. I stand still hand on my head. What, no! not now, please no. My cock had other ideas, it decided to stand proudly at attention too. Maybe that was it’s way of putting it’s hands up. I hear the door close as she walks around the front of the car. Drop dead gorgeous brunette I tried to flirt with, of course she always laughed at me and my interest in her.

Have you lost what little was left of your mind?

No ma’am. I stammered.

Get in the back, I’m taking you home.

Fear is an amazing thing, it makes you have sudden regrets about your choices. And of course she had to lecture me all the way home how this action could have lasting repercussions on my life had I gotten picked up by one of the officers that didn’t know me. I almost wished it had been as she turned on the lights and siren just before pulling into my parent’s house.

My dad opened the door a couple minutes later. My ass was grass. There was no way in hell I was opening the door to run. Anyone who has had the pleasure of riding in the back of a squad car knows that. I sat there terrified as they talked on the porch for a few minutes. My dad’s sudden burst of laughter made me cringe and try to hide in the back seat.

Grounded for two weeks was light for what I was expecting but then again the humiliation seemed to have quelled me for a little while.

Three weeks later

Host:  Truth or dare

Me:    What’s the dare? On second thought Truth!

 

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The Highlights

Sitting next to her running fingers through her hair, the crimson streaks in stark contrast with the blonde. Her pale skin glowing in the soft hew of the moonlight. The cool night air caressing the bodies as looks of deep desire gaze into her blue eyes. The mind began to wander as leaning down to kiss her soft lips the sudden scent of strawberry lip balm.

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The first kiss holding her at the airport last Christmas, she trembled in the grip like a lost puppy. Pulling her in close the powerful strong arms wouldn’t let her go as hungry lips connected with hers. Holding her as eyes locked and her fears were quelled.

The row that started later that evening in the bar when an inebriated man tried to make a forward and inappropriate advance at her making her feel uneasy. There was an attempt to be polite but when he called her a cheap whore that was it, a right cross sent the drunk sprawling. Unfortunately he had friends. Later that night there were laughs about being fought over for her honor as she dabbed antiseptic on the numerous abrasions.

The first time there was a sexual release, out in the open of the roof of the old cathedral. The stars shown so bright, nipples stiff and hard as savoring licks and kisses made moans escape those soft lips. Bodies dancing in the night with passionate embrace. Wanton lust laid bare as if it were a sin, taunting the gods to leer in jealousy.

Months that passed, growing closer and more brazen, sexual escapades that were tantamount to open pornography for all the world to see. On the train, the bus, a taxi and any other public place any dimly lit hiding space could be found. Passion ran wild, even amuck many would say, depravity grew and wilder and darker passions began to be explored.

The first gang bang, arranged for the safety of all involved of course. Five additional bodies writhing around and taking pleasure in the night. Masks protected their identity while condoms protected them all. The torrid day after as the hunger for more consumed her. The lust for something even more exciting and dangerous, the sexual beast driving her was in heat desperate to be sated. Even as she spoke of darker desires it was easy to see the rabbit hole went all the way to the bottom of depravity.

The short skirt barely covered her ass, a midriff shirt exposing the bottom of her ample supple breast. Leering eyes burning in fueled lust, consumed what was offered and still wanted more. Any that were brave enough to ask or show the fortitude to take it, she freely allowed them to have their way. The safeties were off as the signs of her newly found extreme sexuality often ran down her thighs. The beast was ravenous and there was none that could quench it now.

Vile and filthy sexual encounters in the truck yards and rail heads now, blue collar and no collar alike enjoyed the lithe blonde that presented herself to them. There was nothing of the timid insecure lass that trembled at the airport, she had been freed into her realm of cravings. She was free of the oppressed small town that had held captive the longings. Now brazen and shameless, fire in her eyes that was but a spark of the fire that blazed in her flesh.

Her reign of turbulence left a wake of charred lives. Lovers now professed their undying desire to quell her wants. Attempts to fill that void in her that was only a firebox, consuming all that entered as they powered her drive down the licentiousness tracks.

Back at the cathedral, a confession as her body shook. A last wish and desire, the ultimate rush. No longer able to be appeased by mere human cravings. Begging eyes as she had set this evening in motion. Again with the first as rage, pain and anger fill to the overflowing point. An allowance had been made, a flashing thought to give what she crave. The flash of the blade in the full moon light. A spray and a final kiss. The ultimate release reached for both.

A final look as the wind viciously whips, pushing apart the lovers. Now standing on the berm as the blue and red lights bounce off the surrounding buildings. A glance back as the crimson surrounds her body like a velvet blanket, at last she is at peace. A plummet down, the last step to join the lover forever in the wild passions that is to be found there.

 

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Twelve Ball

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence

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Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

I don’t know if it was the beer or just my usual stupidity. I had walked in with $10 and my cue stick, just another weekend hustle. I hoped it would get me enough drinks to forget the pain of her and what she had done. I ordered the first beer and watched who was playing where. I saw the Milligan boys who knew better than to play against me so I let them be in their corner. Plus start something with them and I’d have to deal with half the bar. Many of the people here were related somehow, the rest of us just came to drink and shoot pool.

As I continued to nurse my beer I felt the hot breath on the back of my neck. The chills raced along my spine and arms as I slowly turned to see who it was. My stomach turned and I felt my brain telling me don’t walk, run to the door. No warning as the hand grabbed my face, pulling my close. I knew I was in for a world of hurt this time. There was no use fighting, I let go in surrender.

The honey colored curls that fell roguishly over those sea green eyes. That perfume that melted away any willpower I had left like a hot knife through butter. The blood red lips that dripped with the sweetest poison with every kiss, and nails of a matching color that had run tracks through my back and torn out pieces of my heart and soul so many times before. I was now in the clutches of the nemesis of my willpower and common sense. My brain finally snapped on as she let go of the first kiss, her teeth tugging my bottom lip.

“Wh…what are you doing there.” I stammered as my head stopped spinning.

“I got off work early, I figured you would be here.” Gods even her voice had an effect on me, it was something between frustration and anticipation. “What are you planning tonight? Some hustle or are you looking for some real action?”

“I was going to shoot a few games and head home.” I stammered

That hissing snicker, like she knew why I was there. She leaned in close as I leaned back. I felt her tongue slide up my throat.

“What’s wrong baby, scared of playing sweet little me?”

I was doomed and knew it right there. I could feel my cock swelling as well as heat rising off my body. I hated her for knowing how to turn me on like that. Her hand grabbed my balls.

“Shall I rack ‘em or do you want to?”

“I’ll do it, we both know you cheat like a bitch.”

Her laugh caught me unexpectedly, and it made a few others turn to look at what was so funny. I broke free of her grip and set up the table.

“Eight or Nine ball?” I asked

“I’d rather be playing with your two balls.” She said with an evil smile.

I swallowed hard as I set up our first game. Nine ball it is. At least then it would be a challenge for both of us.

“What are the stakes for tonight” She asked as she assembled her cue stick.

“What do you have in mind?” I crooked, my throat dry as cotton.

“Best of nine games, winner gets to do whatever they wish.”

“Deal!” I said, sure I could beat her

She took a swig of my beer and winked. Prancing around the table she stroked the stick intentionally being lude. Setting the cue ball she looked up and winked. The crack of the balls colliding has always been an aphrodisiac for us both. The chill along my spine from that sound and watching as the nine ball spun toward the pocket on her break. I watched it fall as I felt like I handed my soul to the succubus once again. I stood froze as she walked up and grabbed a handful of my hair in her hand and pulled me close for a kiss. Her teeth grabbing my tongue and she bit. I could taste blood as she had caught the tip of my tongue. She let go and ran her hand along the inside of my thigh.

“Oh I can’t wait to taste our blood mixed again.” She growled into my ear.

She set up the next rack for me to break, it was on. There was no holding back as we both played cut throat and dirty. By the time we got to the ninth game a crowd had gathered watching. As she racked our last game she looked up and distracted me with her tits as I set the cue balls in place. Kneeling at the other side of the table she traced her tongue over those red lips slowly making a couple of the guys watching groan in wishful lust. I knew as soon as the stick hit the cue I was fucked. The balls cracked and rolled leaving her so many choices as she chalked her stick. Pure evil temptress that she was she ran her tongue along her stick as I could feel my cock throb in agony inside my jeans.

Shot after shot she ran the table till it was just my balls and the eight ball left. She knew it was show time for her. Sitting on the table she leaned back and just for the fuck of it she spread her legs open as she lifted them. Her wet naked pussy just under her short skirt on display for everyone to see. She giggled as she took the shot. The eight ball twisting across the table like it was possessed by her madness too, stopped just a breath away from the pocket. Pure evil glowed in her eyes as she jumped off the table and sashayed over to me.

“Good luck stud, I have such vile plans for you tonight.”

It was game time, I ran the table that she left full of boobie traps, the eight ball being the biggest of them all. In a few minutes it was cut down to just the twelve balls and the eight. The Twelve ball lines with the eight ball so I had no shot.

So here we are again

“Twelve ball, off two rails and in the side pocket.” I said with confidence

Jen sneered “You don’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of hitting that shot.”

“Care to put a wager on it?”

“If you make it you get anything you want. If you miss I can do anything I want and still have you.”

There was a no-nonsense look in her eyes as she laid out her terms. She had been planning this for a long time. I agreed knowing my soul was on the line. A perfect shot as the twelve went right where I called it, I almost started to gloat then in horror watched the cue balls drop into another pocket. Jen walked behind me and ran her nails along my arm.

“Scratch,” she sucked in her breath “Oh I have you now…”

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The rest of the 24 hours

When we last left our power exchange scene Lord Raven was in peril tied and blinded and at the mercy of Alice who was given control for 24 hours…

The sliding sound stopped. Before I could think too long about what the sound might have been I was encouraged to get up as Alice pressed against the pressure points under my armpits. The bar between my feet, as well as my arms being cuffed behind my back made that impossible. The moment I tried to rise I fell forward, to my relief it was some kind of bench. New restraints were added to my wrists before the handcuffs were unlocked, my arms quickly secured to whatever I was laying on.

The tapping started, light and low from across the room. I knew that sound well, I use it on Alice before I am about to give her a spanking. That tapping of the paddle on the palm of leg as she approached. A slow raking of nails along my back ending on my exposed ass. My flesh reacted as the thrill of excitement ran over in a wave of goosebumps. I heard a couple of snickers, realizing I was truly on display for an unknown party or parties. More shushing then the first light tap. I almost didn’t notice it at first because I was preoccupied with the wondering who else was here. Another tap, a bit harder.

“Count!” Alice said in a firm tone.

“What?’

A hard smack across my outer thigh as Alice sounded annoyed “That is not how you answer me today is it?”

The sting on my leg was warning enough. “Yes ma’am I will do as you ask.”

“Very good.” I heard her say with the same sadistic pleasure in her voice I often have.

For each hit I counted. They were actually light, more solid taps than real hits. I was around fifty when I stumbled on the next number.

“Start at one again.”

I was horrified. Not only had I lost count, I had to start over.

The next round was harder, I was determined to make it too whatever number she had in mind.

“One Hundred!” I shouted in an almost triumphant voice. Then another smack. I was taken back, I had never made her count this high. I stammered.

“Back to one again I see.”

“Not fair!” I blurted out

The sting across my thigh felt like fire.

“I will not tolerate this disrespect!” Alice boomed. She snapped her fingers. “Gag him! He can’t be respectful then he doesn’t need to speak.”

“But what if I need my safeword?”

I felt her hands on my face squeezing my cheeks like a parent who is addressing a haughty child. Feeling her breath on my skin was a rush suddenly.

“What happened to you trust me with your life, heart and soul?”

I felt her twisting me inside, she knows I trust her with everything but now she is asking me to surrender control. Many would call us R.A.C.K.* players, but I have always been the top in those scenes. I know Alice is just as wicked and twisted as I am.

I felt something pressing against my lips, I surrendered and opened my mouth. Whoever was helping her was adept at securing the gag without getting it tied in my hair, I am thankful for that. I have never been gagged before so this is new as I hear the paddle being set down. I can hear them debating the next toy behind me.

“Oh this one, it’s one of my favorites. I don’t know if I can work it as well as he does.”

“Just give it a try, I bet you can with a little practice.”

“You’re right.”

I chuckled behind the gag. I was having a flashback to a scene that Malflic and I had done where we were testing new toys and kept discussing them as we used them on Alice. She called us mad scientist with their lab rat, or something like that.

The chuckle got their attention as I felt the first thud, like being hit with a mop. Long strands fell all over my ass and back. A few more tries to get the distance and angle right and then music. There was a beat that was being matched with the hits of the flogger. No words, just a steady beat and sound. I didn’t even feel myself drift at first but soon I was moaning and squirming on the bench. There was nothing but the beat thumping in my head, the heat rising from my ass and pleasure as the endorphins took over my ability to think.

“Such a pretty glow don’t you think?”

“Yes and look he is drooling.”

The sudden stop and talking dropped me out of my floating state. I could hear something being rattled around to the side.

“Oh how about this?”

The evil laugh Alice made sent a cold chill along my spine.

“Yes! He will really squirm now.”

I was squirming already. No idea what she was planning had my mind running wild. Then I felt a dab of warmed lube being dropped on my ass. Slowly it was worked till I felt something being slid inside me. Next I felt a sticky pad being placed right over the top of my cock.

“Tape it in place.” Alice instructed.

I heard a very familiar clicking sounds and the beep. The tens unit was on and she was looking for the setting that would torment me. I could feel the pulses as my cock was instantly hard. My body struggled against the restraints as I was humping the bench involuntary. I could hear giggles around me but they sounded far away as the pre-cum was now dripping from the tip of my cock.

“Wow I didn’t expect it to make him buck like that.”

“Let’s try this setting.”

I didn’t hear anything else as my body tensed up. It was an orgasm like I’ve never had. Lights, sounds, stars, honestly it is almost impossible to describe just pure sensational overload. A never ending wave of what started and pleasure that before too long became somewhat painful. When the pulses stopped I was spent, crashing to the bench, soaked in sweat. All I could do was whimper as the sweat ran off my flesh.

Every touch of their hands now was like a thousand prickles, my mind was shot as I could only respond with whimpers and moans behind the gag.

“It looks like using this new violet wand has brought him back around. A few minutes more then we will let him rest.”

“Okay, then can we open the next bag of surprises?”

Those words made me try to yell behind the gag. Just in time for fingers to cross my testicles. The tingling sensation felt so good, suddenly I was melting.

“Enough for now, he needs to recover before we break him.” Alice said

The gag was removed and a wet cloth was used to clean the drool off my face. A straw as places against my lips as I gladly accepted the drink I was offered. After a few minutes I was released and led to another area. Cold tile suddenly under my feet as I was forced to my knees, then onto all fours. I could feel lube being applied to my ass. I shuddered as I heard a buckle latch on.

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“Just relax and enjoy.” Said the other voice.

I felt the device pressing against my ass. I relaxed as best I could as it was slowly worked in. After a few minutes my body relaxed enough to take the phallus, and it was beginning to feel good when it started vibrating. I could only moan as it sent waves of pleasure through my body. I was once again a drooling pile of goo as Alice was enjoying her latest toy.

“I’ll be right back, I need to pee.” Said the other one.

“Well we are in the shower, you can just go right here.

I heard an evil giggle as I felt feet straddle me.

“I’ve never done this before, are you sure?”

“He has to obey me today.”

I shuddered, this was payback for me peeing on Alice in the shower before. Something we joke about it from time to time, but I never thought she was going to do it or let someone else do it. The hot stream hit me square in the back and ran over my side. For just those few moments I was humiliated and secretly excited.

The shower was turned on soon after and they washed me off thoroughly. It was nice and warm. I could feel my body melting into their attentions. After I was dried and fed, put in a warm blanket and laid on soft bed. They played with my hair and rubbed my body. Next thing I knew I was in the peaceful land of dreams.

 

I woke to the closing of a door.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, how long was I out?”

“Well the ladies left after we had some fun of our own. But you can take the contacts out. The twenty-four hours are up.”

I fumbled to take the contacts out. “So who was here?”

Alice gasped. “I don’t kiss and tell.” She said with a smile. “But Becky says hi and Jenny did enjoy watching. Oh, and they asked where were we going to get to open the other bags and try them out of you.”

Thus ends the time that I allowed Alice control for a day

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24 Hours

Sometimes time alone with just the two of us is hard to get, so when Alice and I knew we had an upcoming weekend together we were excited planning for it. We had been talking and teasing for weeks prior to this time for just us. Smirks and comments about the paddles needing to be dusted off and all that kind of back and forth. Sitting at dinner before our wonderful weekend of being together she looked at me with that mischievous smile. I know something was playing in Alice’s evil mind, I just wasn’t sure what it was. The batting of her lashes was the signal it was about to be revealed.

“Remember that time we were talking and you said you would let me have control for 24 hours?”

I nodded yes nervously. We had been planning this weekend getaway for a while. Now I began to suspect why she asked if we could just leave Saturday open.

“Well I have been thinking, I want to take you up on that this Saturday. If you still are willing to let me have total control for a little day.”

That sweet innocent smile that often fooled the world didn’t fool me for a second as she batted her lashes at me again. I could feel the anxiety building in my stomach. I pondered this plan for a minute as I shuffled my food around the plate.

“Sure why not.” I replied

Her instant evil chuckle made me almost panic. Now I had no doubt she was planning something wicked. I just had to wait through the 5 days of anticipation to find out what.

 

If there is nothing else I have learned it is that clues are not always a direct hint as to what is coming. On our next Wednesday shopping trip she acquired a new set of stockings as well as knee high leather boots. This had me concerned. These were making me think she was going for the dominatrix look. She is an alpha sub after all and can switch when the mood strikes her.

Thursday she got a call and paced around as she talked, just out of earshot but close enough to hear a few words. “He will never expect that.” “Oh that would be so evil, I love it!” I could feel the anxiety turning into a turbulent mix of excitement and fear.

Friday she told me she had to get a few things for the weekend after work. Arriving 3 hours later than her normal time to get home, she asked me to help get the things from the car. Everything was concealed in black plastic bags, 5 bags all together. I know this game all too well, it is the mental mind fuck I like to do to her. I must say it was working as my mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted to shake each bag in hopes I could guess the contents but she made me promise I wouldn’t because it was all for tomorrow. We sat there eating dinner that night. I barely could eat as Alice looked me over like a piece of meat and she was a hungry lioness.

“Better eat up. You’re going to need your strength tomorrow, My Lord.”

I ate as best I could and sleep was my enemy. With my mind racing about the next day I couldn’t stop it to get some rest. Another part of her evil plan I would dare to bet.

Saturday morning I woke to the smell of coffee and walked into the kitchen after my usual morning routine. Coffee and breakfast were normal for here but this morning she had cooked breakfast, something I normally do. She was already setting the scene as the power shifted. As I stood there half bewildered she kissed me and took my phone. She set the timer for a 24 hour countdown.

“Ready?” she asked with that evil gleam in her eye.

“Sure, so this is a full till this time tomorrow 24 hours thing?”

She pushed the button and put her finger to my lips to silence me. I started to ask again. Setting done the phone her now free hand went instantly to my crotch, more specifically my testicles.

“I will be doing all the talking. Unless I ask a question you will remain quiet. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head, dumb dumb dumb. She gave a squeeze and had my full attention.

“Who is in charge for the next 24 hours?”

My eyes watered as I replied “You are Ma’am.”

She let go and told me to eat and to not drag my feet, we had a fun filled day in store.

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Half an hour later I had my 2 cups of coffee and breakfast done, she sat down next to me and handed me a little box to open. As I did I felt a knot in my stomach, she had ordered me a pair of black out contacts. I looked up at her with a question but remembered she had the reign today. It took a minute to get the contacts in and all I could see were blurs of light or darkness.

“You will be like this most of the day as we go about doing some shopping. I will me leading you by the arm till we get to where we are going, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied

With sunglasses added to keep others from knowing it was the contacts that had me blind we went out and did her errands. On the 3rd stop we walked in the quietest place I had been in for a long time. Being led around was intense as I am quite a control freak but this was like be blind and deaf.

I felt her take the blade from my hip that I always carried. She slid it along my arm.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life, my heart and soul.” I replied.

“Good boy.” She replied as she began to cut my shirt off. The back of the blade sliding along my flesh as the sharp side sliced through the material like a hot knife through butter. The pants she took off me, but she cut the underwear off, deliberately flicking the blade across me balls. I felt exposed and being blind in at least dimly lit room I couldn’t see a thing.

I felt the blade at my throat as she pushed the back of my knee. Slowly I went to my knees as I heard a gasp in the room.

“Shhh.” Alice whispered “Let’s not ruin the surprise just yet.” She instructed

My arms were secured behind my back and my feet tied to something that felt metallic and cold. A scraping sound as something was being pushed across the floor toward me. The chills of anticipation ran wild through me as I was helpless to do anything but accept whatever Alice had dreamed up for me in her wicked erotic wonderland.

 

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Jenny’s Hell – dark write

There she sat in the corner, tears still falling as the words echoed in her head. His deep ragged voice telling her there was no escape. He owned her, she was bought and paid for. But he insisted, demanded more of her. He wanted to own her mind and soul. One moment he was kind and gentle the next cruel and vicious. It had become a personal hell for her as his footfalls echoed in the corridor.

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“Jenny your last escape attempt has left me no choice, I must make sure you cannot run away. I regret having to do this.”

The ball pein hammer was effecting as he broke the big toes on both feet. Jenny’s screams echoed along the halls. Now she was at his mercy for care, food, even the bathroom was beyond her reach.  A time before this was starting to become a blur after the weeks, or had it been months. She had now real idea.

The moans and howls in the night, as much beast as human, tormented Jenny as she tried to sleep. On a good night he wouldn’t come at all, the better nights he would have a rose, the nights she feared the most we would enter covered in dirt and blood. No words as he would grunt and slam her to the floor and use her flesh for his needs. The door slammed open, this was one of the latter nights.

Jenny just sat and watched in fear as his long bedraggled hair dripped with water, he clothing soaked and making his tall gaunt form seem even more maniacal. The dim light showed his crooked smile as he came closer. Jenny knew know fighting him would only add to his rage and she would suffer worse. Knowing he want she laid back of the bed offering herself to him. He grunted and spit on her. The shame of how dirty she felt burned on her face as his words only shamed her more.

“Filthy whore, your only purpose in this world is to please me.”

Jenny shuddered again as he drew back, that fist of iron had left many marks on her before. This time she laid there, not trying to curl up. Laughter began as a small chuckle till his whole body shook. For the first time she heard his laugh. This was more unsettling that anything before. Her naked body numb form the abuse laid open to him by her desire, a desire to stop her own suffering.

He climbed onto of her and thrust in deep. Grunting like and animal like so many times before till he flooded her with his cum. The sweat soaking his body as it dripped onto her. His rough kiss bruising her lips again, his teeth savagely sinking into her flesh as she only made a mutter cry and whimpers.

“Good you are ready now”

The beast flipped her over and without a word slammed into her ass without mercy. She let out he screams and howls that drove him on to his excited frenzy. His hands gripping her throat tight, her body braced as each thrust made her tiny frame shake. She could hear far away his howls of pleasure as her mind floated away. At last she was fully his and she was free.

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Heroin Thin

Heroin Thin

“…and when I get all stoned and kinky shouting mantras about love

He made me sign away my property. Now it’s owned by heaven above”

Glad I’m not God by the Lords of Acid

Yes I have used that quote before. But it is my favorite line from a heroin thin musician. Unlike like Praga two weeks into a tour covered in sweat and duct taped clothes the woman in question was lovely. Her jeans looked to have been painted on her rail thin body. Not an extra ounce of flesh anywhere on her frame, she was beyond thin but stopped just short of being too thin. Though very close to that line.

Her jeans; an immaculate white denim, fit her like a second skin. A fit so perfect it would make a latex fetishist drool with envy. Like everything else about her they were blatantly high end and custom. The jeans were so tight you could literally see the fabric not only parting but moving her lips with each long elegant stride. Lacking a pussy myself can’t know for sure but would have to imagine that would have to be stimulating if not maddeningly distracting.

Her high cheek bones framed a pretty but slightly gaunt face that featured a wide friendly easy and seemingly genuine smile. Hair streaked blonde and caramel unearth looking to be photo shoot perfect. A “Beach Blonde” in a sea if not an entire nation of brunettes. Her bronze tanned skin completed the look of leisure on a yacht somewhere in the Med. Instead she was standing before me in Shoreditch.

A sight to behold, a slave to form and fashion to the highest level. She had the body, the prescience, and the look that so many women seem to dream of. That they think to be what all male desire, something sold as the absolute physical ideal.   Of course It is easy to make assumptions based on people’s appearances. About their sexuality, their personalities, about what they seem think and do. One might think a woman like this to be pretentious…she was as friendly as could be. To everyone.   One might think her to be promiscuous…after all shouldn’t all creatures that possess the main stream ideal of physical perfection be shameless whores? Turns out she was rather modest in those terms.

 

As we spoke, got to know each other some I couldn’t help but wonder more.   She was perfectly lovely. I thought about my own build. The pressure if not growing pressure to continue to change my own shape. How the cuts of my suits became trimmer, closer to my body. I compared and contrasted myself against my contemporaries, rivals, peers, and compatriots. I thought about how in the past year I had focused on taking size not only from my stomach but the thighs, arms, chest and back that so many years and reps had spent building. All to try to fit an ideal that may not be my natural body shape – I wanted and perhaps even needed to again work towards being rock star thin.

A friend was already an acquaintance of hers and later validated that she was a genuinely nice person. So while a few of the boys and couple of the ladies mused about our new friend’s build. Her diet, her work out routines, etc. One short comment brought it all home, “ Yes she watches what she eats, works out like mad, and the Heroin helps”.   You see my friends despite all of her lovely features the reason the woman in question was Heroin Thin was not freak genetics, an obsessive diet, and religious work outs…she was that thin because of drugs.   The rest was maybe well intentioned. Maybe a façade who knows.    No matter what, why, or how being heroin thin comes at a price.

 

Being that thin its certainly not the type of build I find attractive in a woman, I  like a bit more flesh and/or muscle. More hips, ass, breasts, and other assorted curves). Sadly what I now want for my own body is more od overly thin and not full.  A strange dichotomy

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