Pleasure vs Pain…

Laying you down naked. Your back cradled by the softness of a sheepskin rug.

Open fire burning, creating a seductive warmth and light that produces an enticing ambience. The crackle of the fire calming and seductive.

I drape a scarf over your eyes, removing the sense of sight.

Leaning forward, whispering softly in your ear. So softly that you strain to hear. Taunting you with words of what is to come.

Your mind begins to race as it takes the pictures I plant as a seed in your mind and begins to paint its own landscape of lust and debauchery.

I see your lips part and your tongue subconsciously runs over your bottom lip.

Your mind is now in overdrive. Right where I want it. Heightened state of anticipation, mixed with anxiety of loss of control, not knowing what is to come.

My fingertips tracing the curves of your body. Touching, sliding, exploring.

Watching your chest rise and fall as excitement and anticipation within you builds.

My fingers trace circles around one of your breasts. Your chest rises in response to the softness of the touch that draws smaller and smaller circles as I get closer and closer to your nipple.

That place she is able to disappear

When the world becomes too much.

When the daily pressures come crashing in.

She turns to books.

Simple pages containing

Beautiful words

Inspiring hope

Spreading heartfelt emotions

That’s what allows her to breathe

To calm herself

To briefly disappear

From the world around her.

Sliding into the scene she pictures

Through reading his words.

His mind.

His thoughts.

His voice transforming her

Taking her to realms

She cannot reach herself.

Realms that she wants to permanently disappear into.

And never return…

Using his wife…

I didn’t ask you if I could do it, I just did it. I pulled you into the bathroom, putting my hand over your mouth. You had invited me and a few other workmates around after work, as we were planning to all go out for dinner with the group. Everyone from your family was home, including your husband.

Your mother was in the kitchen making the family dinner, your younger sisters were in their rooms on the Internet. Your brother was out the back practising on a punching bag. Your father and your husband were working on the restoration of a project car in the garage. You were in the bathroom, getting your asshole filled and stretched by me.

I knew this was what you liked. You had accidentally sent me an email at work that that was intended for your husband. Your husband and I share the same first name. Easy mistake. The email contained information about your fantasies and what made your cunt wet.

You loved being treated like a nasty little cock whore. You love getting forced and having your asshole filled by a nice thick juicy cock. You love being held down, a hand around your throat, while you get threatened. You loved the idea of getting fucked by other men while your husband was around, without him actually knowing.

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Preparing her…

I sit in a chair, in a crowded room. Lots of strange faces, unknown to you. You stand in front of me, always ready to work towards earning your collar.

My instructions crisp and clear. Remove your clothes. Slowly. Very slowly. This isn’t for your pleasure. This is for mine and the dozens of strangers now milling in closer to watch.

You stand there. Naked. Hands over your body, your vulnerability really showing. Hushed whispers of those watching us not quite legible, but the whispers seem excited to witness this beautiful scene unfold in front of them.

I motion you to kneel. You slowly drop to the floor, assuming a beautiful submissive pose. I stand up out of the chair and walk over to you. You look up at me, eyes on fire. Desire and lust shining from within you.

I nod. You reach up and begin to unzip me. Slowly unzip. Your hands massage my growing cock through my jeans. You hear strangers behind you, admiring the way your cunt leaks as your excitement to serve me builds.

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