MsEpiphany

Indelible Ink by TAH

Chapter One

Sitting across from him, her nerves are spiking with an uncomfortable prickle’s, his stare penetrating her. His beard ruffled by his thumb and forefinger, he rubs and leans forward, his eyes turning darker, he tells her something, she hears it in French, it doesn’t resonate, can’t reach the volume in her head. Overpowering static and swooshing sounds, the loudest thing in the room for her, his voice tells her to relax her pelvis, to lean back, and arch her back. The static turns into tingling down her sides, into the carriage of her legs and radiates down through her toes, a pleasure of no known source, seemingly flushing her body, over and again.

The low cocktail table between them, is all that gives her legs any cover, they seem like they are vibrating apart, she can no longer keep them crossed, and  doesn’t want to, the juices flowing out of her,  her fingers searching for the smoothed skin drenched in cum. He whispers “Wetter”, her foot creeping up to the edge of the booth beside his leg, the heel digging into the leather booth cushion, squirting all over the seat and floor below.

Smiling slightly his eyes commanding to further expose her radiance,  dancing fingers undo the buttons of crisp creamy blouse, revealing the heavy breathing pushing her breasts up through the camisole. His eyes rest on hers, coaxing her, prodding her, making her swell up with juices, he mouths “Stop…”

She can’t believe what she is hearing, “Stop? Sir?” her breathing was heavy and her words separated with a deep exhale….her body ached from the withdrawal of the sensations.

It seemed like the room was being altered, it got darker, the evening lights, she supposed, it must be after Happy Hour here in this redneck looking bar, way out on the Wadamalaw river. There was a bartender, a few bikers and a couple tucked in their own booth, deep kissing like they were teens. The bar stools were mismatched and the windows were whitewashed, reminds her of the old speakeasy’s in the bayou…Gamblers, drugs, just anything you’d want, goes on here. Just a bunch of swingers and free spirited potheads gather here for late night stripping and sucking off…a throwback to the ages of house parties of the 70s, huge martini glass of all different pills sits on the bar, the lid is adored with the Siren of the Seas, the vessel containing ancient remnants of trips never taken and highs never achieved.

Her hair falls in front of her eyes and her chin lefts up, resting on his hand, his mouth close to hers, he tells her, “Little  Miss, go take off your panties and put this on…”

In her lap drops a green velvet bag, her hand cups it and feels for any type of description, her fingers lie and sense something rigid, could it be a nipple clamp, her curiosity has her excited. He departs for the bar, to order another Rum, his cologne lingers in her nostrils as she watches him walk away…she is intoxicated and cant take her eyes off his stature, he glides, his charm precedes him, the bartender looks up from his paper and pours him another neat Captain Morgan’s. Her gaze broken by his quick disapproving glance, he furrows his brow and issues a stern warning with a flick of his eye.

Her tingling feelings are replaced by the wet feeling between her legs and the quivering; her pussy was still engaging the hot and sweaty pulse he put there.

His body turns back towards the bartender, breaking her trance. As she enters thru the stall doors, she noticed the contrast of the bar and the bathroom, the doors of the bar were covered in graffiti. But this reflected a woman’s touch, provocative wallpaper, showing naked men and those pleasing women in various positions. The mirrors went all away around the sink and walls, red and orange lights illuminate the air. Against one of the walls, a  bench complete with towels and a bolster long enough to lay on, in front of the slightly tilted down wall mirror, its …strange she thought, but smiles as she pictures the women mingling together in here, getting ready to look sexy on the dance floor in their skimpy nylon and spandex minis and halters. Blow dryers, fresh hair products and perfume, the Lexus lounge was outfitted for every Goddess and Slut. Sampling the scents, and checking her makeup, she notices the sparkle in her eyes, her pleasure and surprise to have him here has her drunk with desire for him. Looking at her rear in the mirror behind her, she widens her stance, bending at the pubic bone against the marble counter she inspects her tan lines.

Reeling back onto her heels, she spins around, walks over to the bench slides down the sodden panties.  Reaching for the comfort of the bolstered bench, she positions her legs in front of the mirror, admiring her newly tanned ass and legs her mind tattles, ‘Hmmmm, Sometimes its the little extras, that make all the difference in how sexy, hmmm’…She catch a glimpse of her swollen girlie parts and lifts the skirt to reveal a tiny tattoo, an Ankh with artful scrolled ribbon curling around her hip. Tracing the lines with her fingernail, excited her

 ’OOOhhhh, myyy’ as she opens the velvet bag and grins with the potential climax she will enjoy once this clit clip is met with his hand, his flogger, for that matter his breath, and teeth….Her fingers trembling with excitement, she lays back on the bench and opens her labia,  fingers the opening of the clit, moistening the top and sides with the cum still dripping out of her pussy…..The clip is tight and barely opens, she pinches her clit and pushes the metal around the head and the skin below, her eyes roll back into her head…this is no where as good as teeth nibbling on her…playing with it, the dangling gems tickle her cunt. Lifting her leg, into the air, making a perfect L with her lines, turning onto her belly, she arches her back, pressing her pussy into a curved prose.

Shaking her hair, and hurling it backwards, reviving with the blow dryer, she renews her fleshy pink lips  it gives her a freshened pouty look. Her hands pressing her breasts together and moving down her hips, she smiles and turns for the doorway of her destiny.

Walking out to the deck, the back door squeals as it slams shut, the wind briskly makes the awakened nakedness perk up, harden and pulsate harder. The classic navy plaid pleated skirt is lifted in the front, anticipation and exposure are invigorating her nipples. Walking down the deck onto the floating docks, her boots made a strange clip clop, it echoed against the water, the man fishing at the end, turned and shot her a disgusted glare, then smiled a one sided face smirk…she slowed her pace, stopping to hold onto one of the pylons...she scans with her mind, the vicinity, and breaths deep the ocean musk, her mind eases back into her body’s awareness of him, and his control of her. Changing course, her walk back to the top deck is calculated, her eyes rest on the horizon, painted clouds remind her of the incoming darken places, that are coming soon. He walks out the door, he grins and inhales deeply, walking to the guard rail of the deck and looks across the slips, and notices his Angel drinking him in, he leans onto the rail, drink dangling over the side, his eyes penetrating her body.

 Walking towards him, her body flushes with heat and goose bumps, her hands outstretched to the rail, climbing to the top of the incline she lowers her eyes as she reaches the top. She reaches the deck, stopping at the top of the landing, her sexy pouting smile and sideways gaze, sauntering towards him. He positions his hips in line with hers and with slowly  moves into the direct line of her endless jettison of sexual energy.

His thoughts of her at his feet, her legs bound to themselves, her openness to his whims and desires to own her body, he steps toward her, slows his pace, heavy deliberate weighted steps, makes her slowly freeze and become his china doll. He walks behind her and whispers the rules of engagement, encircling her neck from behind the thin black velvet collar with silver loops, buckling as his last words of ‘yellow and red were finished’ His rituals aside, her headspace expands and her ears feel a heighten blood pressure, and her clit comes alive, as if he sucked the endorphins thru those escape valves, her pleasure censors in full red alert.

His finger in her lumbar, directs her to the opposite side of the deck, near the benches and overhang built to protect the ice machines. Live oak branches reach over the deck, as if an arm embraces this evolving view of the westward marsh. Gazing upward, her eyes fascinated with the moss swirling in the wind, the channel of air rushes by her neck. His finger runs up her back, and lightly encourages her to the end of the deck. Reaching for her hand, he turns her towards him, his finger touches the end of her nose, and whispers, “Did you miss serving?”

He looks down at her, inches from her face, eyes reading her, she whispers  “Yes Sir”

 “Turn around”

She doesn’t dare look up; she sighs and lowers her chin as if to hide her pleasure.

She closes her eyes and turns around, as a salty gust of wind blows her hair back off her shoulders and into his chest. His hand grabs a hold of a handful and pulls down, burying his mouth into her neck…biting down, down, dooown, till the teeth left its history, his sucking and growling was all she could bare. Her whimpers reduces slightly his stealth force and changes to the opposite side, his hands around her mouth, controlling her breath. His mouth devours her shoulders and neck, as her whimpers return to moans…Her head was swimming legs weaken, it was the deepest of sub space she had experienced in a public place, she was completely ready to do whatever he had in mind….

Growling in a deep low tone, he reaches beneath her skirt, and jingles the gems on the clip, her body shivers in return. Growling turns to purring and heavy breathing, she melts into a puddle under his hypnosis. Nearly leaping out of her body, the betrayal of her body, enslaved by his touch, her labia pulsed alive with pleasure, she craved his gentle touch as much as his deliverance of pain.

Velvety soft fingertips linger there, flicking and rubbing the clit, till it filled the skin with deep dark engorgement. She cries out, deep sighs as he started spanking the pubic bone. Feeling the clips gems jumped up and down like a rattle. His finger lands nearly inside as he completes each slam, letting the middle finger inspect the lips and opening of her vagina. He flicks and taps the clit, rubs and then pulls out to deliver the next unexpected slap. With her moan and the impact, the force of each slap, was heard by the drunken fisherman…. In the corner of her eye, the man was standing there, watching, acting as if he was casting out. Having a voyeur added to her bliss, to be in his grasp, her eyes wet from ecstasy, his hand stops just short of the body, staying right on top of her skin, but not touching it.

His deep voice, gravelly and stern, “I want you to get on your knees on that bench, face the water”

As she saunters off, her legs enhanced by the wet streams glistening her skin…her heels wobbly for a second then gain its gait over to the old bench, salt stained and rigid from the blasting of aging winds. It whistles up through the bench into her like a knife, filleting her senses into a whirlwind of sensations. Her nipples erect and full of blood, her shirt rustles against them, her body is soaring as she kneels on the bench, leaning against the wooden rail her arms spread apart her chest hovers over the water, she loves to feel the edge. The wind balances her and unfriends her blouse, its collar and tails flying. The ass cheeks open and the pussy tuck in, smiling sideways and teasing Him…she grins…this is what its all about, the offering of the body….she waits,…and rocks back on her knees, looking back at him over her shoulder…her eyes begging him to finish her…

Chapter Two

The sun setting on the marshy waters , casted a golden and rust light on her already tanned skin. The saltiness of the air and smell of musk permeated the caressing dusk winds. Her giggle and smile engages his sense of play and walks towards her, his gait slow and deliberate, she leans forward on her hands and pushes her rear into the air, exposing all of herself for him. Her neck cranes to watch him come closer, as he approaches his finger motions to turn around….she smirks and faces into the wind, watching the pelicans come in for their front seat view of the scene.

The lips of her pussy prodded apart by leather, she knows the feeling of the working end of a crop, and he reminds her by pushing it through the lips, in and out of her legs, as Sir inserts his finger into the sweet juices, thrusting once, and removing his contact….

The undeniable feeling of limbo is followed by a striking blow to the right buttocks, four times quickly, then the left, then the right, then his fingers rub where his approval landed and pats them gently at first….

Her body craves more of his stealth swift approach to her pleas for usage..she rears her ass towards him, bending more at the hips to give him more to see. He reaches for her right hip, squeezes it, and leans into her ear, and warns…’breathe in, and ooouuut, count to three’

Her lungs couldn’t expand anymore and then exhale came out more of a long soft moan, and WHACK! Whack, whack!!! The paddle instantly reddened her ass and she instantly stiffened and screamed…it came out like a shriek…her head went down to the seat of the bench, ‘Oooh, oooh,OOOhhh’ It hurt, it hurt like she needed it to hurt. Her head comes up and she looks up to the sun and cries, “Please Sir, please spank me”

“Why? Should I?” he asks, rubbing her ass with the paddle, then swings hard enough to get her to squirm, but not scream…she pushes into the paddle.

It hits softly and commands her reaction with one swift hit, her reply

“To wear your power on my body as a reward for pleasing you…Sir, please, make me a slut for your power over me…take my ass as my sacrifice for the journey…”

Without a reply, the crop finds her hips and he proceeds to beat a rhythm on her ass, all over, harder and faster, then softer, then faster till its hard and longer in between, but her ass doesn’t need less…it wants more.

His hands grab her neck and pushes down to the bench seat, his thick fingered, buttery expansive hand begins to spank all three, both cheeks and her cunt. His forced grip and  pushes feel more like steel on her body,  the force of his weight over her, and the impact on her ass, arches her back further and she bucks, his hand wins over her ass…it reddens, he whispers, “Good Girl”, rubbing and caressing it, he dips his finger in the fondue and spreads it up her ass, pushing her ass down, her motions that her head remain down, walks to her rear and her cheeks open for more of his pampering, and her body shivers from the cold feeling of lube and a finger probing her ass….she moans, and begs so softly for more…his fingers from his other hand, gripping a butt plug, rubs it on her clit, pushes it up in the opening of her pussy, spanks her with it….’You want my cock, little girl, you cant have it till you squirt for it….”

He inserts the first four graduated inches of the butt plug, bending it down and up..smacks her ass repeatedly with the crop,

“Please, please please”  she murmurs, “Fill me up Sir”

He withdrawals the plug and then plunges it inside, pushing her hips forward. He smacks her ass with his withdrawn hand and pulls her face to him, shoving the cock into her opened mouth…”This, THIS, is what you really wanted in your ass, Tell your Daddy what you want when you get done sucking, then maybe we will do something about your nasty little desires.”

Her mouth was full, tongue pressed down into her mouth, the girth of his shaft expanding in her jaw. Tongue squirming and squirreling around the head and bending her head back to pass the tonsils, gliding it along her tongue, wrapping her lips around the shaft. She lifts her head and plunges down, tasting the sweet cock and humming moans as her advancement of glides increase in depth and intermittent nibbles on the head. Hands massaging the base of his sex, grabbing his thigh to push it deeper. His body moves to change the angle, to venture deeper with her motion to master the pulsating member now a part of her. Commanding her body to open wide its secrets and call to his power to restrain her rewards, teaching her, releasing her ideas of self control, calling hers into his knowledge…his cock is feeding her the knowledge, his hand directing it thru her body.

Gagging, recovering, gagging again, her hands grasp the base and retreat to the shaft and head..sucking the chrome off it and plunges down to his base, giving him a head rush.

‘Good Girl’

She hears him whisper, and suddenly her jaw relaxes and releases the built up tension from her rush to please…very enthusiastically she begins to suck, slowly up to the head, swirls the tongues and sucks it off like a jawbreaker lollipop. Too big to bite, like an ice cream cone..but heaven to lick off.

His hands in her hair, he reluctantly pulls her head away from his body, pulls her chin up and looks her in the eye and says, “People are arriving, lets go for a ride, I have a friend with a boat”

She grins and quickly recovers to leave from the deck, avoiding the usual crowd congregating around the bar. Her hair is wrecked, but she shakes it down and tosses it back, tugs at her skirt as she tries to walk, while her body tingles and vibrates. He motions for her to go down the stairs to the car, but her legs have forsaken her, the heels, are skyscrapers and her calves are screaming…Noticing her unsteadiness, he remarks,” Need higher heels babe” he chuckles and leads her down the old stairs, taking her hand. They escaped the haunty riverside dirt road, and hit the pavement catching a tire in the old Spyder, going 45 in a 35, The night has just begun to get wild, and he is planning the next step, just wonders where the moon will be the brightest tonight.

He pulls into this pea stone driveway, and its winding half mile journey is marked by five to seven stone stacks, every so often. Different shapes, stacks of flattened and rounded, balancing upon each other, some defying gravity. The arms of the trees, seem gothic, the webby moss waving in the marsh breeze. The owl hooting overhead greets us. Turning off the lights we coast into the drive. The house is completely dark, except one room on the ground floor.

Walking down the incline to the dock, we discovered another light and sound coming from the room, people laughing…He grabs her hand and puts his finger to his mouth as if to say sshhh. He grins and pulls her towards the boathouse. With the help of the stars and moon the two manage to find the keys and open it to find a gorgeous teak boat…Both close the door and untie the boat…too much night to discover The motor purrs to life and the wind is against her face once more. She positions herself in beside her captain, sits sideways and stretches her legs apart, teasing him with her fingers in the pie, sucking her finger and committing dirty acts with her eyes and mouth.

His control of a boat is admirable, he glides from side to side, a gentle rocking and flying frees her, and she stands and opens her arms up in the air. The winds whipping around her body, it peels her blouse the rest of the way open, hair, sleeves and tails flying back, “Weeeeeeeeeeee” her smile is contagious, she opens her mouth and looks at him, her eyebrow lifts as the shirt peels off and lands in the floor of the boat. Her bra is covered in embroidery and little sequins glimmering in the moons light, her skin was creamy and begging to be touched. His hands go to touch her, and she turns unknowlingly to the seat and gets on her knees on the cushion. Leaning over the back of the seat, she undoes her bra while looking at him. Holding the cups of the bra in her hands, she emerges up from her seat. Offering him the chore of taking it off, she prances side to side, ‘May I free my nipples?’

Giggling, her shoulders shrug, her skin tingles from the air and his stare. His eyes dance between the orange horizon and black sky…his hand disregards the plea and simply removes it, pockets it in the dash and glares at her, "You are in for it, little girl" 

The wide berth of the curve he took, circled the sand bars ofGoat Island, and he throttled down to a coast, the sweet grass closing in around us, into a pathway into the reeds…the motor was quiet, the games begin.He threw anchor, cutting off the dash and running lights. Her delicious body pressed firm to the seat, she wasn’t ready to go from freeing the tatas to his darker side… when the need crossed him, it was undeniably the pleasure he would take, at her willingness to take his sword, armor and chest plate and secretly fold them into silk….giving him a safe place to bring forth the man he was underneath.

His fingers slipped into the band of her skirt, pulling her closer, his other hand was checking the butt plug, “Indeed, a surprise to find you primed this well, and you’ve been practicing for this, and have you my Angel?”

Her blush and amusement was noticeable, her ability to keep the buttplugg in was so she could take his monstrous cock. The last few times, her ass hurt for a week, felt so good, but her body wanted more…she wanted his hands inside her while she was suspended in his swing, swinging her ass onto his thick cock, his ecstasy her only desire, she wanted more of him inside her, anyway she could. The plug, Ben was and the Hitachi; she wanted every part of her engaged in his desire to push her body past the pain of letting go…let the chains of the locks to melt in pools of cum that he allowed and he made he do, at his whim...He was her Master...she tells him so, in all ways.

He knew she wanted him to take her to his idea of edge play. But she wanted to bottom from the top, too many times…tonight she was going to pay the piper.

 “Ive kept track of the times you have recently tried to top from the bottom, and Ive decided for your punishment,…”

Her mind is racing, ‘when did I bottom, …oooh crap, Im so bad at this sometimes’

"Tonight, is to progressively put you through some paces, you will be safe at all times, and your word for this adventure to cease is Dolphin. Understood?”

Her head nods yes, and her words are soft, “yes Sir” 

“You will take the licks as punishment, but the real test of your character will be in your commitment to be who you say you want to be…mine”

Her gasp, gathers his hand across her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. His words cut into her deeply, tears welled up in her eyes…then her Master spoke her name, she was calm and breathing lightened like a departing rainstorm on a July rainstorm in the Lowcountry. The salty marsh tears trailed down her cheek, his fingertip catching it as it plummeted from her chin, 

“Shh” his eyes were inches away, his words were comforting, until he finished, “my questions are going to be answered progressively through the next 24 hours….I’m going to find out if you are indeed all mine!” firmly holding her there by his crop resting on her ass, caressing the crevice, the small of her back, he tans her ass, once twice, five six times, eight, nine, fifteen, twenty three in all. One for each week she has professed her devotion.

Her stunned face gave him the urge to grin and he laughs at first and bends her over his knee and spanks her like a little girl…

 “Buck up to your Daddy, huh, Litttttle Giiirl?”

 “Noo noo noo, I,.I”

 Three more wailings, “take these licks Girl, you are no where near done”

The buttplugg still holding out, her wetness glistening around it

Each slam of his hand sends waves of pleasure deep in her ass and pussy, her public bone resting on his thigh, grinding and jerking…

His breathing is gruffer, his voice deepens, “I’m not interested in playing your game tonight, little girl” He grabs her right arm, pushing her ass off his leg and onto the floor of the boat. With her facing the bow, on her knees, his crop taking turns on her hips, ass and thighs, he grabs the plug and stirs and beats on it….smacks her pussy lips with the crop.

Her screams and wails pleased him, he wanted to impress upon her the seriousness of the offense. So he sticks the handle of the crop in her pussy, till it stops…”Keep this in place, don’t move” a blindfold is put on, then he sticks his fingers in her mouth, she is dying to suck and his fingers love the play…he finger fucks her and then pulls his fingers out…her mouth left gaping open, he deposits the ball into her mouth and straps it onto her head firmly. His left hand gently holds the hair, whilst the right roughly buckles..He is whispering, “Wetter” over and over

The buttplug, crop were rubbing each other inside, and every movement of the boat moved them, creating a pleasure, she began to wag her ass ever so slightly…

Then her right ankle had a band around it,  her, thigh had a band around it, the second thigh and ankle also banded…he began to pull the thighs and legs wider, and upward.

Her tits hanging and her elbows and forearms resting on the ground beneath her…Ass up in the air, suspended from the boat, the ocean swooshing around her, the sounds of white noise begin to fill her head as the waves make sounds of gulping and splashing up against the boat. Mimicking her splashes of cum, she thought, she was in heaven now, the sub space thick and her head was packed with cotton..she was so deep into her head, ‘It seemed I was getting smaller, and less filled with thoughts just being a rag doll, being put in place, feeling purposeful and needed…I so wanted him to expose me to the slave I never thought I wanted to be.’

As the wind bears down, the boat rocks a little more, and master is steady on his feet, his flogger is cracking in the air, and he is dusting her bare side…left side, back, legs, then the right side, her ass widens, her sub space deepening, her moans low and soft. She’s pulling at her nipples and her face is sideways on the floor, hair drenched from desire and juices…her Master repeats and grows in intensity the licks…

Inside and outside, her body is being rocked and filled with his tentacles, his hands reach around her belly and holds her tight, his cock on her back, and he reaches and pulls out the crop.

And in one turn of his wrist, he is beating her ass with it, his cock dangling above the shoulders, is such a turn on,

“Please Sir, spank me, I’ve been so bad” muffled by the gag, her panicked demeanor, pleased him so..he knew she wanted to get the lesson.

Her fear of him flushes her body, she knows she has disrespected, even if in working out her trust issues, her vow was to trust….she feels him hovering over her, shuddering she takes in a deep breath.

But he doesn’t say a word, he whips every third of fourth smack a little harder, it becomes reddened and welts are appearing…

The whole ass is gleaming red, and he steps back and bends at the knees, crouching down so that her chin was at eye level with his eyes…“I’m going to spank you, more than I ever have, I’m going to insert things into you, and make you scream out, louder than you ever have…you are going to suck my cock first, and I’m going to continue to let you keep the plug, for now…I know that is going to pay off later…” 

Gag was being removed as he softly chuckles to himself and lays under her face, pulling her up and down by the hair, directing her glides down his cock. Not allowing her to decide how deep of how shallow…

Her tresses held tightly in one hand, he begins to tap out a rhythm on her ass…the crop welds more marks and her screams feels good around his cock. Her submission is getting better, and her ability to be such a slave is better than ever….

He lays back and watches her savagely suck him, she is writhing her mouth all over his maleness. He is delighted she took this step to receive the lesson. and to be his good girl.

But his mind is wondering, what else in this boat can I insert next?

Chapter Three

Tide is creating a rise in the waves, causing potentially a hazard for both of them. Earlier winds were cautioning, but no one was concerned about heighten winds in October. They had picked up the stern and bow, rocking sideways, fore and back. Her hips swaying from the rocking boat,  his suspension made her mobile, and that combination could be a bad mix in this position for both of them.  In the least the headiness and nausea would be a bad end for the evening.

Her hands are keeping herself grounded, she reaches to steady her body, as he crawls behind her to release her quickly. Into a fetal position and up to a kneeling position she holds on to the seat cushion, “ whoa, that is not the way I saw that ending”

He grunts, leaning over the starboard, pulling anchor, “Get life vest on, now!”

The life vest on and him at the captains seat, he turns the key for the motor, and it refuses to engage, tries again…still nothing….

Rain starts to fall so softly, drizzle mist, fine drops that soak you to the skin. She unclips the bimini, they both work together, silently. Once under cover, he gets to the back seat and checks the battery, cleans the connections. Tries the motor, and it tries to turn over, she looks at the battery, throwing sparks. He turns off the motor, quickly grabs the extinquisher. Aims. He looks at her and the battery…

“This was not the plan.”

Droplets weighing a knats ass start to fall, tiny footprints on the canvas, her instinct draws her to the berth, opening the folding door. The little space under there contained a spacious space to wait out the rain. Crawls inside, her hand motioning him to follow.

He stands, looks up in the sky, pulls his phone out and calls the boat owner. He picks up, noises in the background, Says “Having fun yet?”

“Hey, its Jack, your boat doesn’t want to start, whats up with the battery cable, its sparking” He approaches the engine”…uh huh, yeah…” Looking into the battery, he fiddles with the connections.

 She is fluffing and checking covers for stowaways and old relects of stowaways. He avidly hated spiders and was disgusted by any form of bug, so she was more concerned not to add to his aggravation. A small battery powered light was the best relief from the darkness creeping around them. Illuminating the cushions and pillows, life jackets and ziplock bags surrounding the six foot oval space. Felt like a teak womb, smelled faintly like old suntan lotion, sweat and beer.

Opening the side portals, the breeze and rain was a nice repose from the earlier intense copulation. Laying back onto the pillows, she touches her clit clip, her once bulging clit, lays between metal prongs, cutting off circulation, cold to the touch….removing it very carefully, she licks her fingers and rubs her favorite part.

The all natural opiate, CUM! The pleasure of pain and nerves, her fingers warming the skin, covering her labia, she slides a finger inside herself, “aaahh, so fucking wet” her fingers spread her cum over her clit, she circles the captain of the boat, flicking it…the Captain returns..

Startling her, his voice thunderous, “This, THIS is what Im talking about, you didn’t ask, Did you? Little Girl?!”

Guilty feelings are not her favorite arena, she simply wanted to revive and replace, the gift..but caught in the act? This is part of the game, tonight, he is definitely ramped up, due to this predicament.

“No Sir, I wanted to replace…” Smack! Smack! SMACK!! His crop lands on her hips, as her gruffly leaps into the bed, straddling her, his face inches from her…his hands have her arms above her head….

Her eyes wide and shocked at his prowess, her body wanted to buck her pelvis up, and pull down from his grip, and for a split sec, she gave it the tension and released…his eyes looked through her and changed to all darkness. Her captor, his prey…flips her over onto her face and with his arm around her neck, he reaches for the nylon straps,  on her arms, two more straps came from no where, the weight on her hips shifts off as the arms are secured apart. He tugs each leg with such force, pulling tension on her ankles, his words are few, his strength conveys his disgust as her legs get further and further apart. He recoils, sits there

Watching her breasts, move up and down. Her breaths deep, and shallow, her body shuddering.

 The swooshing and lapping against the boat, keeping time with her breaths, the exhale was intoxicating, her skin glowing in the refracted moonlight. The creamy liquid in front of him, transforming into the slave he sought. Her hair streaming golden and black, iridescent and dangling on her neck shoulders, her face peeking out, revealing the contours of her Scottish cheeks, and round chin. Luscious lips parted and her breathing shifting the chest and belly, oh the sight of her. His desire goes from quiet contemplation to reaching for his crop, and his strap. There is no room in clearance to get a good swing, so he chooses to double up the belt, and begin at her ass and go up her body, rhythmically beating into her, intensifying, and speeding up. Smack! Smack! SMACK!! Her body stiffens and relaxes, he ass and shoulder are warming and her hips are struggling to rub onto the hard foam. The thighs and hips are begging, and the skin is blossoming into heated bumpy patches, her sighs as he caresses them, pleases him. She makes these little noises, that coo and sound like a little girl getting her just desserts. He knew she was enjoying his licks, and he wanted to pursue his darker side tonight, but, it was still early….

Rubbing her thighs and ass, he pulls and tugs at bug plug and open hand spanks the plug, is other hand is on her clit, his simultaneous movement creates shock waves of pleasure, she is pleading with her eyes, breath and body writhing for him to release her climax…He bites her ass, over and over, whipping her ass and prepping her ass for his deliverance and ownership.

“Please spank me, please, I was wrong, so wrong to even think I would know whats best…”

He continues to torture her clit, with his hand, spanking her from underneath, he grips her pussy with his one hand and squeezes and yanks and fingers, and smacks and flicks clit clip…over stimulating her to the point of panting and squealing, begging him to take her over the edge. Watching the juices flowing out of her, his hunger for her, overwhelms him. Heady with her musk, his tongue finds her juices irresistible, takes a long slow lick. She moans with relief, his deliciously moist and delicate muscle has her mind spinning. Her moans softer and shakier, his licks venture deeper inside of her drenched cunt, her clit clip interfering with his adventure, but tongues and flicks the head of her engorged clit, sending her to screaming,

“Now, (panting) Now Sir?, (crying) May I?”

He smiles, he has made he cry, how precious…. “when I tell you its time, its time, you’ll be ready to squirt for the camera, right Missy?”

“ooooOOOH Oh Oh Oh OOOHHH” she is begging and her body is shaking, convulsing almost, “Sir,..(panting) EIGHT”

Taking the gems away from her pussy, he tugs at the clip, her moans turn deep sobs…she cries softly, “Please Daddy, I promise to be a good little giiirrrlll”

“Promise to ask to touch and pleasure myself,    p r o m i s e,  I promise”

Chapter Four

Fever burning from his hands and loins, he unstraps her legs, and arms. Strapping her thighs to her shins, she is positioned on her back, her arms spread out to the side, her pelvis rocking, the pussy shaved and shiney seems to gush up cum. He routinely tugs and pulls at the plug and her hole, to keep her in the headspace, and taps her pussy with the crop.

Reddening and gushing, her cries more audible than ever, his cock grows thicker and longer….He grips his shaft and squeezes his head, looking at her with the eyes of a cougar, her lips tremble, “Daddy please, use me tonight….scare me, bring me to my edge…would it please you, Daddy?”

Inserting the head of the taunt red phallus into her ass, was all he could think about. Her ass was primed, and no doubt full of fun….he had to go switch with that toy and take his princesses ass. Its been coming for a long time, tonight he will be fitted for the glove he designed, and created.

Milking the nipples, drawing them out, making her squirm and moan, she continues to gush like a cauldera. His left hand firmly on the plug handle, he pushes and pulls, working the plug out, twisting and whispering, “wetter, Wetter,   WETTER”

His hands were all over her, she was feeling pinches on her nipples, he had taken the clothespins off the line along the berth wall and put two on each nipple. He bites her sides and her calves, and breasts. Telling her its about to be her ass  he is going to take, take her the way he has promised for months…he slips the gag on her mouth, whispering “Wetter” over and over.

The plug is tugged and she gasps, as she leans up, arching her back…he takes a finger and swabs the rim, pushing her ass cheeks apart, easing his thick head into her opening. He slips and inch and teases her, relentlessly, then pushes in one long slow stroke into her. Her gagged moans, are muffled under the restraint, his gruff voice over her, “Do you know who owns this now?”

Her response seemed like, ‘Yours’ but he wasn’t sure…so he continues to pound her ass and whip her breasts and hips. Jaunting her body like a royal endeavor, he takes his stress and turns it into a rowing into her river…Again and again she screams “Yours”

His hands are around her breasts and gripping them like oranges, as he pumps her ass, gruffly sighing and grunting as he begins to pick up his hips gliding into the deep caverns of her psyche..

“Babygirl, Ive wanted to take this, for soo long, you’ve deserved to be owned by me….You are Mine, and Im Yours…”

Her eyes widen and her moans and screams were getting louder and louder, he wanted to let her scream…she needed to know…No One was coming to save her this time….

He took off the gag, and arm restraints, he wanted her to be ready to flip over onto her belly.

Her eyes glowing in the low light, her lips and tongue are reuniting and her hands wipe the glistening sweat and saliva. Moving her hands to her head, threading her fingers into the tresses. Arching her back, she tightens up her muscles and takes him deeper into her. He groans deep and mounts higher onto her body, pushing her knees up toward the bed, his back against the roof, he rams and burrows deeper. She shimmies and rears her ass up higher…her body is feeling the throbbing of his member, he is fucking her ass, much differently than anything she has experienced before. Her oh’s and ahhs are pleasing him, he leans into his next surge and they kiss deeply, interlocking each others bodies in tandem…his tongue, thick and powerful, lips sucking and biting her lips gently…..making her gush, the cauldera slick with lava, his cock gets aroused even more and he pulls the knees together and rocks short pulses into her tight ass.

Smacking her hips, he commands….”Roll onto the belly”

As she struggles to turn over, her legs tied to the calves, keep her from bucking and maneuvering well, and this is what he wanted….

His cock follows her movements, her side exposed, he sees a dark mark on her, that wasn’t from his hand….looks closer at it…

Not a word of this, yet….he looks at the tattoo and sees his initials deep inside the tattoo…and is sure the branding of her life is indeed deeper. Tonight, was his for the branding of her, inside…and he was going to mark her ass….obliterate her ass, she will think the marks were ink….deep blue and black….

A criminal grimace, a smile detailing intent of conquering, His love of taking the ass from this position…he rides her, she hangs on to every corner of the mattress, holding on, screaming his name she calls him when she is deep in sub space….”Daddy, Daddy, yes Fuck your Girl!”

His rhythm is quicken and he tells her “Cum, my little girl, Cum Now for your Daddy!”

Her hips widened and her belly dips down, her rapid descent into his body, gives him deeper access, she begins to squirt, and gush..gushing more all over his legs, his groin, hot cum, like jets hitting him over and over.

He gives it all he has, riding her, and spanking her ass with his hands, bucking her and pulling her down onto his cock.

“MINE, Mine,…Miiiiine!”

Explosions raoring inside her, gave her another chance to cum…she explodes in release and acceptance of his devotion to her fantasys…she is at last fulfilled….wrecked from his stealth and prowess…he has split her even further from the woman she was, so many months ago….he knew the division was complete.

Who was she?

Didn’t matter, the part he owned was firmly penned for his enjoyment….inside her mouth, her thighs, breasts…in her mind….its indelible…forevermore

She whispers, “Yooooours” and descends into the deepest of subspaces…flying high in her lovers embrace.

Waking up to rain hitting the roof, the drips falling in front of the window, remind me it’s always a good omen on anniversaries. The salvation of water, recharges and enhances the feeling of rebirth and creation of all beauty.

My chest expands as I stretch my back and legs, my breath fills my body with expectations of what today would hold. Will he even remember?

Rolling over to my belly, my first yoga position, prostrate, then rise like the cobra, the body releases all the stiffness and the night energy. Right on time, my cat, Missoula jumps onto my back, pawing like a massage, she definitely knows when to interrupt. So we emerge from the covers, as I look for my nightgown, partly under the bed, a granny-style sleeveless cotton baby doll with the pleats and buttons down the front, and ruffles at the bottom. Coffee compelling me to open my eyes, I walk out to the Florida Room the sun beams through the thick foliage and sheer curtains. 

My thoughts are interrupted by a text messages pouring in, who could that be I wondered, at seven thirty in the morning? After a sip of my hazelnut coffee, my phone illuminates with notifications, so I scroll to read the reminders of meetings. I forgot I set these reminders a week ago, I have to account for my time better, my discipline is a reminder that this training is taking a deeply serious level.

My body aches for his touch, how his arms and hands enfold my breasts as he encompasses my shoulders and neck…yes I can still smell him…the hint of saltiness in his odor mixed with Lagerfeld. His voice in my head, repeating “WETTER” makes me feel the moist response in my body. This is a miracle, how a memory can trigger a response of my body. It’s a charge that dilates the clit instantly. The heated rush spreading across my thighs, back of neck beads up…Sigh..slurp, the coffee tastes soo good.

Walking into the bathroom, I noticed the night took my hair for a birds nest, my rolling around creates a tornado of covers and my face still imprinted by sheet folds and tassels from throw pillows, I moisten it with a white cold clothe, my eyes are extra grey today. “Im gonna be ok” reassuring myself, “just got to get the blood pumping again”

 The shower makes me energize and the coconut lime wash awakens my senses, its like a tropical breeze from the Caymans. My nipples erect from the loofing and hot water tapping the chakra of my heart, needing more, my hands cup them and squeeze like he would, my nipples grow more erect, standing at full attention…I bend over to insert my fingers in my pussy to thoroughly penetrate and clean between the thick bare folds of my labia and ribbed soft vagina, feels good to hold the hand held sprayer in front, pulsating water up through my mound and ass. Reaching for my little vibrator, my phone interrupts the intention, its his ringtone…he must feel me...

Leaving the water running I get out of the shower, dripping the water all along the hallway to the bedroom, the phone beckons again..

Sliding the face and hitting speaker, “Be at the corner of Nassau and Huger, in an hour, a car will pick you up… bring your weekend travel bag”

He didn’t forget after all, im grinning from ear to ear, its going to be a race now. No time to get nervous, he hangs up, without a word of sweetness, its all business toned, I feel him taking the reigns, and it’s reassuring.

My travel bag has been packed for months; he gave me a directive to be ready at any given point to accompany him on a business trip as his Analyst. So my blue and brown suits are ready with a bag of intimates and lotions, cuffs, and floggers…Im ready for adventure, that’s why we connected…his need for release and control of my responses, makes me feel empowered to endure his unleashing of his mental and physical prowess. My mind is a vice trap of control, he is the one who unlocks the flood gates of body..releasing the bonds of the denial..allow me to experience being just a vessel of his desire…happier to be just that.

The minute’s race by as Im putting on my face, taming my long tresses in a clip, my dress selection was hasty and smart. He doesn’t want fussy, just straight and business. No prints, everything is like catholic school girl training…the whole point of me blending in is to pass in a crowd and not be noticed by anyone. I like disappearing, avoiding the eye contact has become a game, and I enjoy denying my blues to men who comment on them, flirtatious contact isn’t what I look for. When I look into my eyes, I wonder what is it that they associate with? How is it my eyes are any different than anyone elses..If they only knew how I use them and see myself through them. Without a clue what he sees, he owns that part too..its like he consumes even the sparkle when I look into his eyes…flirting with my desire to maintain control…I can still sense his voice coming into me, nonverbally undressing me, twisting my nipples with a flit of his pupils, he exudes a rough demeanor to submit my will, and instantly

I m  u n d e r….Ten…nine……eight, I don’t remember if it was me counting or his voice..but I was relieved to go there….

Pulling into the parking space, my car hits the curb, bounces of and spills my coffee on my skirt. Damnit to hell, I cant get here without screwing up the one thing I cant change in the hurry. So I grab my sweatshirt from the back and dab the darkened blue stain. My notifications alert goes off and Im on time for the pickup, so I cuss the coffee and grab my bag and purse.

The ancient streets have potholes that can bust a bike tire and high heels, and since I wasn’t on the bike, the heels gave way…Jeez what else can go wrong? My ride pulls up, and with compassion the driver gets out and opens the back door.  Quickly pokes his head in, “Ma’am, do you need to stop for anything? Sir requests that you are comfortable and prepared for a long weekend”

I look down at my fractured heel tip, and groan….”yes sir, Im gonna need to stop by Diannes on Felder and King, Ive got a wardrobe malfunction” Takes my travelbag, and closes the door gingerly.

The front door closes and he pulls off in a hurry, my back is pressed to the seat, and holding on to the upper handle, im hugging the door as he presses to make the most of the time to the destination he has yet to hint to. Are we going to the city or are we headed to a remote location? I want to buy something that will double as a evening outfit…the heels are straight forwardedly simple. Four inch stilettos with suede heels, silver tipped to a point, murder on the ankles on cobblestone streets, and my ass, when he makes me wear them all night. They are my favorite accessory, and I stare at them from my bed, perch on top the shelf above my clothes, they are a constant reminder of him and his training…

Diannes lead salesgirl, who remembers what I like and what size I am, meets me at the front of the store, smiling wide and showing her sparkle, her sweet hello and kisses on cheeks, brightens my mood.

“Girl, you’ve got to try the new Nine West stilettos they are absolutely butter on your toes, this is the patent black, nice and shiney!”

Selecting a black A-line dress with a buckle asymmetrically across the bustline, connecting the top of the neck and the bosoms, peeking a small view of the bound cleavage underneath. Smart length, right above the knees, slit up the back, the dress fits like a tailored suit. I quickly change and snag a pair of small printed fishnets and a scarf for the cleavage. Nine minutes has pasted, and I emerged fully dressed and shop girl smiles at me, “On the account?” Thanking her with a twenty spot, I reassure her, this is always my favorite place. She knows I love her for saving me, yet again. It pays to have an inside connection to a good boutique, no need to shop. You know they have what you need and have it in your size. She has seen me naked and all my glory hanging out as we fitted my body for new bras and underarmor. These shrinking areas, redefine my ass and tits, and I want to accentuate the pinched waist as it appears under the corset…I want to be as voluptuous and angles as Mae West..All my lingerie is crotchless, open nippled and outfitted with silver rings, for positioning…its comforting like a harness feels when you are dangling over four feet of air.

Chapter Two

Cool gust of air rushes into my skirt when he opens the car door, my moisten panties, absorb the rush and make me aware that Im still listening to his messages through the fall sky. Looking up to the man holding out his hand, I realize he is staring at my cleavage, smiling he gives me a reassuring nod of approval. This outfit is better suited for the atmosphere, the appearance of a doorman agrees and greets sweetly as he opens the door. My gait is confident and the heels click on the marble floor. The elevator door opens as I approach the front desk, and I see the eyes of the Nine Mile Hill. If he knew how my bones shake when I see this side of him. It’s the public face, I tell myself..I adore the other side, the one who whispers softly behind my neck, covering my nose and mouth intermittently and telling me to breathe, to hold it, to breathe with him. When he flogs my back he speaks so softly, it ingrains my consciousness to respond without thinking, the orders to become ‘Wetter’

Standing still, I take him all in, his suit topped with his pin and sharp red tie..I love to untie that and put it around my neck…

………..he likes to use it as a leash and tighten it as I go down to his knees, slide to the floor onto my hands and knees…he leads me to the chair…carefully situated so I can lick and suck his balls and his cock is perched onto my nose…He rides my mouth as I take this tongue and press in and out of the folds of his body. Sliding my tongue up to the shaft, he tightens the knot. He pulls me to my feet and orders me to bend over in front of him…like always, he gets to undress me with his bayonet. The sounds of ripping cloth, makes me wet, and the feeling of the cold steel caressing the spinal line .....paralyzing me. His blade begins the opening, his fingers ripped it apart like crepe paper. My crotchless panties in his face, he sticks a cigar in the folds of soaked labia. I hear a clipping of locks on my bra and panties. He puts me in a crouching position, with his hands rolling through my hair, he whispers, “Good Girl”

The bell of the elevator chiming brings me to the now, and I see the impatience in his eyes, how long have I stood here? Click click clickity click, I walk to the back of the elevator and put my back to the handrail, my hands behind my back, I grip for steadiness the cold steel. The elevator door closes. He remains facing forward, whispers, “you smell like a jasmine blooming on a hot august night”

This completely astonishes me, Ive not heard him say anything like this before. “hmmm, I think you will blend well tonight” He inhales deeply, and turns around. “Did you bring your charger?” Code for flogger, cuffs and clamps. In a low breathy voice, I reply ‘Yes Sir’.

“Good Girl” turning around his eyes meet mine and his breath is on my  face

Touches the side of my face and wipes his finger across my lips, pressing against them, enough to part my mouth. He sticks his finger in my mouth and pulls it out.

“This is the first taste of the evening, what does it taste like? Ill give you til the elevator opens to figure it out”

I was glad to play this game with my taste buds, the array of flavors he has introduced me to, inspires my senses of adventure. Who would have know the taste of semen can taste so different, from the same man? This time it was not his milky velvet flavor I smelled and sensed, it was heavier in nature. Almost watery and sweeter. My mind races through the files of memories, could he be tricking me?  “Is it my Hero, Sir?”

He smiles, knowing my angle, he shakes his head, pinches my nipple through the dress, really hard..making me wet my panties again. I haven’t gotten the answer right yet, but it’s the unique answers I come up with, that I think amuses him. Keep him interested, that’s all I have to do…even through all the acting and performing, its always in my heart to exceed his dreams of a ‘good girl’…Did I think this was for me? In the beginning I believed it was, but after the episodes of serving strange men at his pleasure, I realize its my enthusiasm that pleases him,…gets him off. He loves to fuck my ass and control my leash as I gag on a cock. The feeling of him controlling my breath and gag response with each deep penetration and pull of my hair, he grunts the paces of Nine Mile Hill….Everytime I get close to orgasm, he orders me to project my juices for the view of others. Blindfolded and wrists bound together, I never know if its men or women who are in the room. Once I heard a feminine sigh, the feeling of another woman observing the freak who can gush on command, and orgasm without a touch..I wanted her touch, across my welted ass, craved her lips on my mouth.

We are approaching the sixth floor, penthouse suite, he orders me to turn around. Softly touches my face with a velvet blindfold and ties it while whispering, “It’s a special occasion”

My senses immediately heightened, my earrings make the slightest tinkling and my heels are obnoxiously loud on the cold hard floor. He leads me to the middle of the space and makes me wait on those butter heels, thank god for the change of shoes.

After a few minutes, I hear the return of his footsteps, Are we Alone? I wonder, I smell some candles and vanilla permeates my nostrils, he knows how to impress a memory. I feel a delicate hand unzip my dress, lifting it over my head, I smell her pussy and hair as she comes closer to my face, her breath rolls by my neck as she exhales on my body.

I feel her hands inside mine, she leads me to the bed, where she slides he hand to my ass, urging me to all fours on the edge of the mattress. The bands of restraints are stretched to my o-rings and clipped in place. Tightened down, she mounts my back, I can smell her pussy. She laughs and says “wet enough my Philly?” She grinds on my ass, simulating her invisible cock penetrating me.. Sliding up and down, Im saturated in my juices. The crack of a whip stiffens both our bodies,…the sound restricts the laughter and she is sternly told to get off me. She slithers her pussy up  my lumbar and leans forward and whispers…” later we can be wetter together…Im your dessert tonight, if you deserve it “ Her hips swing off and bounce on the bed, and off again. She scampers to the other room, giggling softly…trailing as she closes and locks the door.

My Jack and his hand immediately become known to my ass. He swats so rhythmically and harder with each swing…stopping intermittently he feels for my skin to rise to his touch…..I feel his face near the top of my ass, and his breath on my right cheek…its warming the hot skin, beyond just breath. A few more swings with his hands. He penetrates my pussy with a rose, I can feel the petals against my ass, and strange bundle in my wetness. He rubs my back and traces my shoulders and curve of my spine with his crop……again and again he primes my skin…tonight is the unveiling of the deepest places. As He changes his rhythm to a steady gallop of stinging landings on my shoulders and ass cheeks. My back arches, "Oh my God the end of the crop is hitting the roses, cause the bound stems to jerk against my clit…I feel the rose petals fall …nine miles down…." 

"May I have another Sir?"

Chapter Three

Every so often, I hear myself cry out, but the sub space Im in, keeps me from identifying if its my outside voice or inside. His choice of implements of toning, are changing so often I don’t know if it’s a cane or a small whip..my skin is tightening and the groans are audibly outside my mouth and tears are stinging my mascara drenched eyes. He softly rubs my skin, kissing the high points, while shoving his fingers into my pussy, spreading his fingers to widen the walls that are tightening and relaxing with each of his thrusts….gushing as he pulls out, moaning in joy as he hits the end of my body inside, his hand turns and more of it enters and I curl up onto his hand, he holds me close and rapidly brings me to the edge, “May I cum, may I cum” Im pleading softly, crying and shaking, my body need to let it all go…. He stops, keeping his hand inside my stretched pussy, he says…”This isn’t about your cumming, Yet”

The restraints are changed, Im rolled over and my knees are up by my head, I feel a cold glass dildo sliding into my ass, and a vibrator is turned on, the very sound makes me gush,…he flogs the ass and legs exposed to him. Bends over my face, and commands me to hold it for five minutes. As my body strains to hold on to the toy and resist the urge to cum…. I can feel him climb on top of the bed above my head, his penis hits me twice, my mouth opens to catch it, the head gets in my mouth and I suck feverishly, chiseling the tongue around then head, then sucking him in deeper…I accept his thrusts as he is enjoying my effort to make him rock hard…..His hands on my knees, then slaps my exposed pussy, slides the clip onto the engorge clit….sliding the vibrator across it…torturing my body…making the audible moans as he chokes me as his cock spasms and feeds me his joy. I love his control and his taste.

The blindfold is coming off, my eyes adjusting to the red glow in the room. His face is inches from mine, he asks if I need a sip of something, licking my lips and shaking my head yes, he lifts my head to a short glass of champagne and the bubbles go up my nose and tickle a sneeze. He wipes my face with a soft towel, unhooks my hands, and leaves the room.

The glass dildo still inside my ass, I lean up to see the red engorge pussy and look at the gorgeous glass projected into my body, its heating up and I rolling the end with my fingers and flicking the clit clip over and over. I love the toys and the restraints, but I love to be impaled by him the most. His rock hard cock fills me more than any dildo we have used so far. My days of begging for the toys were long over after that third experience together last year, which seemed like a long time ago..compare to all I have experienced by his hands. He has molded my body to his liking and I accept whatever modes he feels is necessary to put me in my place, whether its his favor he thinks I deserve or his disciplining tactics to train me as his vessel…its all in the contract…and I wrote it.

He comes into the room with two flutes of champagne stands between my legs, “Are you wet? Lets get a second opinion….” He puts a couple of pillows under my back, propping me up, clips the o-rings around my knees to the head of the bed, widening my pussy even further…Gently pushes in the blown glass cock with his hips, just deep enough to cause me to rise up my hips to meet his, and he sips from his glass…slowly leans in again, handing me the flute of bubbly, I taste the richness of desire for a second then pour it over my tits and belly, it drips down to the lips and around the glass, cooling it slightly…

“Lets put the blindfold back on, shall we?”

His hands quickly slide it back over my head and bind my hands to my knees…..and gets off the bed and quips,” I don’t ever think I know every response you have..Im going to drive you to madness, figuring your limits out is the goal….I have an idea that I have yet to test you with, are you ready for it?

My mouth opened to say yes and a gag was put in my mouth and strapped on…..it was going to be another Montego night.

First he proceeded to flog my thighs and tits, back and forth….whispering “Wetter” as my breasts bruised and reddened, his lips would bite and suck the nipples so much, my pussy gushed and I groaned pleadings for him to fuck me with anything..please God penetrate this..finish the torture, I want to CUM!! Muffled screams of 'Fuck me' came out blurbed heinously and pleadingly, he knew what I was begging for.

As he repositions himself, the second pair of hands are back on my inner thighs. But she isn’t saying anything, I can feel her fingernails raking my redden skin, flick my clit clip, pull and push the cock, and finally remove it, it felt good to let go, my ass cheeks were tired from the tension. As I relaxed my butt muscles, the gentle feel of a womans mouth and chin slides up and down my pussy, flicking the tongue around the clip, digging into the fold, jutting deeper into the pussy….my numb and raw pussy quivers and moistens her face and hair. She slurps up juices and moans and whispers ‘I love it’, cleaning me up, her mouth is just to get me ready for the next position. Her enthusiasm for oral sex almost matches mine. I writhe against her face, with the gag in my mouth its hard to exhale, so breathing is restrained, and I feel his hands weighing my shoulders down and he lifts my nipples by the clamps, lets them fall back, pulls them up and lets them fall again. The woman gets finished with her service and leaves the room again, trailing my scent across this suite.

Jack removed the gag and my hands and knee restraints, tells me to roll over onto my knees. Positions me on a odd shaped cushion, it’s a wedge that lifts my ass high in the air, and lets me relax on my belly. He begins to deepened the marks of my ass, and reaches into my pussy and asks if I have cum yet…I respond with “No Sir, you have yet to allow it”

He chuckles this low laugh, and rubs my rounded ass with his hand, pats it three times and WHAMMO a paddle draws stars…my arms pull my body up and I arch my back, I never experienced this level of pain…”EIGHT!!!!!” I scream….he grabs my neck with his large hands and pushes me down for another whack….”Do you have permission do call a session? Is that what you want right now?”

“NO, nooo,” holding back the sob, I get myself back together, and relax my body…..

Instead of another whack from the paddle, he grabs my hair pulls all of it back to him, he places the head of his cock at the entrance of my vaginal and leaves it there, as he rounds out the surface with his bulging rock hard head, pushing it in, a little than pulling out. Holding the tensioned hair strongly in his hand, he positions himself to the side of me, turning my face to his cock, he face fucks me for ten minuites, my jaw is locked open, and my throat is tickled with each thrust.

She returns with the strapon waving back and forth in front of her, her black chap-like nylons look hot on her, the breasts are bare and her collar matches her nipple rings.The hand on my ass is hers again, her nails give it away. “Come to mama”, she hits the back of my thighs with a heavy member, its her strapon knocking on my back ….Im guessing it was fifteen or eighteen inches long..three inches around, and felt slippery. She waves it back and forth between the folds of the pussy, widening it. Reaching for the vibrator, she slides it under my clit, it neatly fit into the wedge cushion at the precise spot that I would gyrate on, as she fucked me. She begins to plunge, and Im sucking in my nine mile, he is the only thing I can concentrate on…as she climbs into her position, from on top of the wedge..she buries the strapon, as far as it will go and fucks my pussy like a lapdance, she dances her hips side to side, and digs her nails into my hips….his thrusts meeting hers, and together we all climax in a howling, and deeply out of breath, we fall back onto the bed, on our backs, we reach for each other, becoming a human ball of skin, soaked by cum.

For eons of time, there are beings that manipulate others. Sometimes you find yourself at the whims of someone attached to you, bringing you down. Their frequency draws in the laws of the universe, affects your soul..stick to you like a bad stain on your favorite white shirt. If you havnt seen the cause and e from other than outside sources, than you probably believe everything is being done to you.

There are many things about being a feeling and loving lifeforce, that draws to you a plethera of power sucking, life force stealing vipers..all saying the right things. We all have to endure these challenges, its to draw you into the divine light that connects all the dots..makes sense of our lessons. Understand this, you are a small fractal piece of a galaxy. 

Remember we are all Stardust and part of a source that is beyond definition...we are at the density to experience pain and time and the feeling of being 'lost. But you are not lost! All religions teach that you are the child of God....take it one step beyond the middleman, you are connected directly to what you perceive as your "God". 

If you are living in the Light, you can see the hundreds of levels that are occurring simultaneously. If you put your awareness there, you can discover a whole world happening.

Can your eyes take it all in? Go outside and look at the stars, feel the darkness around you. The glimmering stars are the twinkles of light on top of ghostly ships of dark matter.

Liken that to the human condition. We have no realms of effective communication if we dont have a loving heart. Our frequencys will never come to agreement, if you are in resistance, Im in the flow....

I roll right on past....processing the levels, seeing the lessons you need to learn, and reflecting when I struggled with it too. The truth is, we are all dealing with the same issues, at different times. Our compassion is to help each other see that the train is infact moving on, and we can be a witness to emotional reactions..and respond with acceptance and Love....

This too shall pass

you are perfect y'know... Just be you

Love is the only answer

Twenty three years ago today, my life changed forever... I will never be able to look into my daughters eyes..yet her spirit lingers with me..I carry her in marks all over my body. The result of painful lessons, they have brought to the surface my pain. Since that year, my ideas of love devotion and honor are higher, stronger..and yet harder to find men who measure up. My child died from a jealously selfish heart..how can you be jealous of a two year old when you're seventeen? I wonder if my daughters eyes haunt him at night... 

My thoughts of myself, the grief, my tender gentle heart, have been brought to the surface today. Its good, it reminds me that I Can feel pain.. 

Today I want to be spanked, restrained, punished then kissed and held and told Im ok....I need my Daddy today. I need my safe place to be in his arms....

I wish I could have had another moment with her face, her voice..her smiles...

Ill remember her in other childrens faces and smiles..... I carry that missing place in my heart all-ways

Daddy is the person who can take me - transcend this pain....I need him to understand the depths of where I have come from.. the depths that come for me.. this time of year...and make me so emotional.