Author: jamesrowestanford

He held it open, hovering for a moment. Knowing that she could see it as she knelt down, sat on her legs, naked and exposed. He knew the anticipation would build inside her, the thought always worse than the reality, or was it?

The immediate, strong pressure on her soft pink flesh was so intense as the clamp was released in an instant. It brought excruciating pain that sent an electric shock throughout her body. She gasped and trembled fighting to hold back a whimper as she realised that all that pain had somehow found its way, through her body and focused itself between her legs. She felt an aching and hunger, something that surprised her but that also urged her, she squirmed a little as the pleasure rose out of her pain.

As she began, physically, mentally and emotionally accepting and yes, enjoying her current state, she realised that he now held the other clamp open over her other nipple.

Her breath laboured and her breasts heaved, intermittently swelling her nipples and re-engaging the intensity of the already placed clamp. Throbbing from the tip all the way into her breast and into her body, pooling in its final destination between her legs. Read more »

She woke. As her eyes slowly began to open, her conscious mind firing into existence, she could immediately sense that she’d slept well. Proper sleep, the kind of exhausted sleep that forced your body and mind to totally and completely rest.

She felt like she was in a slightly awkward position but couldn’t quite yet be bothered to move to correct herself.

Images of the night before flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d used her so diligently. She’d felt him on every inch of her body and in every dark avenue of her mind. Intense pain and orgasmic pleasure had started as two seeds and then grown up through her, wrapping themselves around her and blossoming inside her. Their vines searching and exploring, eternally intertwined.

She felt the warmth between her legs. The gentle morning arousal ignited by the spark of memory and of wanting more.

She realised that she was still in his apartment, still in his bed.

It was time to get up and see him. See him before she thanked him and hopefully kissed him if he allowed.

She went to move and instantly felt the constraints of whatever she was bound with. Read more »

He lay, lost in a world of overwhelming sensation that had forced him to shut down to the point where every moment of pleasure and every moment of pain is an indistinguishable ache or throb.

Miss Doll has had him bound, his knees bent and his ankles tied to his thighs with tight wraps of rope, while his arms are tied together behind his back.

He lay on the floor with some comfort due to some large cushions beneath him, that Miss Doll has generously provided due to the nature of his position.

A large vibrating plug pulsating in her ass. At first, it was painful and then pleasurable and then a mixture of both but after what he imagined was the first hour it became a nonsensical ache and throb.

Her cock was caged and swollen, pressed tightly against its silicone prison, filled with blood at the arousal from it all, her touch, the restraint, the plug and of course that Miss Doll had given him her time and attention. Read more »

Her hands were tied to the top corners of his four-poster bed and her legs were spread wide, set in place by the 30-inch ankle spreaders.

She’d arrived at his house about 90 minutes ago and they’d talked as friends about the dynamic and just general chat.

Also enjoying a couple of glasses of wine as they talked, but he’d insisted that two was the limit. He’d said it should just calm the nerves and be a little mental lubricant but that was all.

She could feel the firmness of that mattress beneath her. It was cushioned by the rich thick bedding. Her knees were grateful for that.

She could hear him moving something around, maybe picking something up and doing something with it but she had no clue as to what it might be.

The room was comfortable, warm but not hot. She was naked and shivered a little. Not at all from the temperature but from the last fight of her nervousness that the alcohol hadn’t quite yet dulled.

She was content though, as she also knew that the nerves were mixed with excitement. Read more »

The room has the light of dusk due to blackout curtains and the soft glow of small electric lamps but he actually has no idea of what time it is. He is only aware that today and every day he belongs to Miss Doll.

He is bound with rope and bent forward unable to move his arms or legs, his head down and he is wearing a ball gag, the saliva is pouring from his mouth and he can feel it pooling under his mouth as it is pressed to the floor, making it just slightly hard to breath comfortably. His ass, her ass, is up in the air and her cock hangs caged and frustrated between his legs.

Miss Doll has him as she wants him, she is teasing along his body with her crop. He is just waiting for when she decides to use it properly on him, anticipating the sting and the pain. As it strokes along his body. He suddenly feels the intensity of a clothes peg being sprung onto his left nipple and biting into his tender pink flesh. Just as he begins to accept that as part of who he is now, a second peg is sprung onto his right nipple. Read more »

The water from the shower was hot and tingled on her skin as it danced across its surface.

Her hands journeyed over her ample, pert breasts, feeling their form and weight and arousing her perky nipples.

She was cleaning herself as she would normally but taking her time to explore her body as he had instructed.

She ran her hands down over her stomach and teased herself a little by stroking the inside of her thighs before she eventually touched her pussy. She stroked it gently, just as she had been told.

Along the lips and with special attention to her clitoris. He’d been very direct in telling her not to push inside and to just gently stimulate herself for no more than five minutes. Mentally she was stimulated to the point of overload but she knew that she was only allowed to pleasure herself for a brief moment and just to a level of low, sensuous stimulation.

She stepped out of the shower onto the mat placed on the floor. The steam from the heat of the water hung in the air and clung to the mirror. Read more »

She stood firm and upright.

Her soft dress rested gently on the contours of her frame.

Ripples in the fabric spontaneously occurred when her nerves surfaced in a momentary shake.

Her deep luscious lips slightly parted as her breath became weighted.

Her auburn hair flowed over her shoulders.

A lustrous static sea of red.

I walked up to her and stood barely an inch from touching her.

Her eyes, lost in fear and anticipation, stared into mine.

I could feel the warmth of her breath against my mouth.

Another tremor surfaced, it travelled through her body to her head.

I took my hand and placed it just below the cut of her dress.

I left it to rest for a moment on the naked skin of her lower thigh.

I enjoyed the exchange of our different warmth’s as they became one.

Slowly, slowly, I moved my hand up, lifting her dress as I went.

I could feel the natural form of her thigh as it broadened its shape and width.

Slowly, tenderly, I continued up until I could feel the fabric of her underwear. Read more »