Saturday, September 13, 2014

At His Mercy Pt 2

I eagerly take him into my mouth, staring up at him just the way he taught me to. As I slide up and down his length, his fingers curl into my hair, grabbing a fistful. He pushes my head down, forcing himself deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He keeps me there, watching intently. Just at the right moment, before it becomes too much to bear, he pulls out and lets me catch my breath. While he strokes his thick cock, I lick his balls, pulling one then the other into my mouth. He moans and his head falls back. I slide my tongue up and try to take him into my mouth again but he stops me.

“That’s enough. I want to come inside that sweet pussy of yours”

My muscles clench involuntarily and I feel my juices dripping down my thigh. He hasn’t even touched me yet but my body is strung so tightly that if he breathes on me I might come. He returns me to my previous position and walks away. When he returns, I feel cold steel trailing up my inner thighs. They tremble and my knees threaten to buckle. He slides his fingers below the crotch of my panties and I hear a snip. As soon as the material falls away, he plunges his finger inside me. I come instantly, screaming at the top of my lungs.

“That’s it pet”

This is what he does to me. He plays my body like a classically trained musician. I can no longer support my weight because my bones have turned to liquid. My knees spread wide and the rope goes taut. He grabs my waist and lifts me, supporting me as he positions himself beneath me so that I’m sitting astride him. He releases the hook anchoring me to the ceiling and I fall onto his chest. His strong, musky scent fills my nostrils and gives me new life. I sit up and position myself over his cock and he sinks his fingers into my hips, guiding me. I whimper as he slides inside me, filling me up the way no-one else can.

“So fucking tight. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You. It’s yours Master”

I start to move and so does he, meeting my thrusts with a powerful one of his own. Suddenly, he lifts me and positions me above his lips. A shiver runs down my spine as I anticipate the touch of his talented tongue. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down, parting my lips with his tongue.

“Oh God!”

He swirls his tongue on my clit, slurping up my juices. My eyes roll back in my head as he closes his lips around it sucking the way a newborn babe suckles at his mother’s breast. It’s a good thing he likes me noisy. I don’t think I could keep quiet if my life depended on it. Before I can even think, he releases me and is kneeling behind me, pushing my face towards the floor. I lay my cheek against it and that’s when I see the small vibrator and lube lying next me. I wiggle against him in anticipation and he chuckles.

“My eager kitten”

He retrieves them and slides his cock inside me once more. He strokes my anus with his thumb and I feel the lube trickling down. He slowly eases his thumb inside, adding more lube. I push back against him and he growls low in his throat. He begins pumping into me, his cock and thumb working in unison. I whimper as his thumb slips out and the vibrator slides in. He works it slowly into my ass before turning it on. I cry out as he pounds my pussy. While the toy adds another element to our play, I’d rather have his cock any day. He changes the setting on the vibrator and it speeds up. The sensation coupled with his powerful strokes sends me over the edge and I come – hard and loudly. He tightens his hold on my hips keeping me up as he seeks his own orgasm. I tighten my muscles around him and he roars in answer. He gently lays me down on the floor and removes the vibrator then quickly removes the rope binding my wrists. He pulls out of me with a reluctant groan and flips me over to remove the rest of the rope. I stare into his eyes as he lovingly massages my arms. He smiles down at me and then picks me up, taking me to our bed. He sighs as he pulls me into his arms.

“How was the first night of your honeymoon Mrs. Grant?”

“Perfect Mr. Grant. I don’t want it to end”

“Don’t worry my love. With me, every day of the rest of our lives will be just like this one”

“Yes, Master” 


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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Late Night Musings...#Love

"They" say love is blind but it should open your eyes. It should transport you to a higher place of understanding of both yourself and your partner. We do not love because we don't see each others' faults. We love despite them. We see the person as a whole and accept them flaws and all. If you can't then you are not truly in love.


Sunday, September 7, 2014

At His Mercy Pt 1

My knees and back hurt from kneeling on the hardwood floor, my back arched so that my view is of the ceiling. The rope cuts into the flesh of my wrists and upper arms. Time is but a concept because I have no idea how long I’ve been here. But I will wait. Patiently. This is the way Master wants me – in my underwear, bound, and partially suspended from the ceiling.  He will be pleased. That is what I yearn for. It is my sole purpose in life. I live to please him. My pain is inconsequential. I will not move until he tells me to. Footfalls on the floor alert me to his approach. I know he’s barefooted and wearing those unbuttoned, ripped jeans that I love to see him in. I picture him walking towards me with that sexy, confident gait that gets my heart pounding. In my mind, I see his chiseled chest and abs…and those strong arms that always make me feel safe. He probably has a satisfied smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his sapphire blue eyes because I’m right where he left me. Not that I could move if I wanted to but I have not complained. I haven't even made a sound. I can see him running his fingers through his dark hair and biting into his full bottom lip as he gets closer. My pussy twitches.

He appears above me and my breathing accelerates to the point where I forget about breathing through my nose. My body tingles all over and excitement fills my veins. That look. That’s all it takes. That look that tells me I’ve been a good girl and I’m about to be rewarded.

“Very good, my pet”

That voice. That deep, sensual voice that flows over me like molten chocolate. It can and has made me come on several occasions. He wraps his fingers around the rope stretching across my breasts and pulls me towards him. His warm breath caresses my lips as he whispers

“I am pleased”

He teases me with the promise of a kiss but pulls back right before our lips touch. He lowers me gently and steps around me to stand over my face. Through his jeans, I can see the impression of his hard cock lying on his thigh. He grabs it, squeezing as he stares down at me.

“See what you do to me, pet? My cock is hard and throbbing for you. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes, Master” I answer breathlessly.

He leans forward, gently sliding his palm down my stomach and under the waistband of my panties. I moan as he trails his fingers along my dripping lips.

“Yes, you are. But first, my pet, I want your mouth”

He straddles my torso and places his hand at the back of my head, raising me toward him. I lick my lips as I watch him pull his zipper down. Before Master, I cringed at giving head and gave it rarely. With him, I could worship his perfect cock all day. He pulls it out and squeezes the base while trailing the head along my lips.

“Now, open pet…and suck until I tell you to stop”