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A blindfold and a cup of ice (M/F)

On the bedside table he had placed his handcuffs, a glass of ice water, and a piece of black material. He kissed her slowly undressing her with his hands as he held her attention with his mouth. Once she was only in her bra and panties, he quickly shed down to his very well fitting boxer briefs. He kissed her again and picked her up, placed her gently on the bed climbing up after her, kneeling near the edge.

“Move to the center, and slide down so you have room for your arms above your head.”

She didn’t hesitate to follow his directive.

He moved closer to her, reached across lifting her left wrist just enough to place the cuff on it, weaving the empty cuff around the cast iron of the headboard before sliding his hand under her right wrist and lifting her arm to place his lips on the large vein pulsing just under the skin of the inside of that wrist before letting her arm back down to clasp into the empty cuff. He made sure the cuffs weren’t tight enough to bite into the flesh of her wrists and that her arms were positioned so they wouldn’t create tension on her shoulder joints. Read more »

Party time. [M/F]

I had been at the party for a while, and despite consuming several drinks, nothing that exciting had happened yet. It didn’t help that I knew very few people there, and had simply come along because a friend of a friend had invited my friend, who then brought me along.

Moving around the party had brought me closer to someone I did know – Katy. A short, 5’4 girl with mousey brown hair down to the middle of her back, which coupled with a cute face and, well, I’d say that they were at least 32C’s, hell, probably larger.

“Like what you see?” she asked, giving me a playful punch in the arm, as I did my best to snap my gaze away from the simple, low cut top she was wearing, which matched perfectly with the short, white skirt.

I smiled at her. “Long time no see, Katy.

“Llllikewise! I missed you!”

She seemed just about as intoxicated as I was.

I moved closer to her, as she wrapped me in a tight hug. It didn’t take long for her to embrace my mouth with hers, tongues writhing round each other. Read more »

A highwayman’s prize. M/F

English Countryside, 1804

Rose loved the summer months when it was warm and the flowers bloomed in full. It was her first summer as a grown woman, now eighteen and she was allowed to attended local parties and balls. It was her season! Her mother and father were often busy with her younger sisters to notice her. She would ride all day in the countryside without them worrying for her.

The cook was fixing her some afternoon tea and sandwiches when she heard shouting and cries. Cook dashed away leaving Rose alone. Concerned, Rose looked out the window. She saw her father in rage as a man in black rode away with a sack full. Had he stolen items? The man shot his pistol up in the air.

Cook return looking dim. “Blasted highway men. Took some of your mother’s fine silver spoons and candle holders.”

Rose was shocked. “A highway man”? She had heard many stories about them.

“Aye, nothing but common thieves.” Cook muttered. Read more »

Camping, with a hint of bondage… M/F

While we were engaged, my future bride told me she’d never been camping, or at least true camping. The simple things like sleeping in a tent, cooking over a fire, or just hiking aimlessly until you stumble into the camp site camping. I had spent a lot of time doing this from the time I was a kid growing up on the edge on the northern forests, and it is something I truly enjoyed. And I knew a perfect place for a first trip.

She also told me that there were other things she’d always dreamed of doing in the forest….but… that was something she wanted to wait to tell me.

So around mid-September, we packed our gear, drove to the trail head, swung the packs up on our backs and started down the trail. It was a decent starter trail for a beginner, fairly flat and well shaded. Nevertheless, by the time we arrived at our camp site a mile into the forest and along the river, she was pretty winded. We dropped our packs and drank from our water bottles. Read more »

No good deed goes unpunished. M/FF

The parking lot isn’t that full so I pull into a spot and start walking towards the store.

“Excuse me? Sir.”

I look over to see the longest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. My lustful eyes travel up the strong calf muscles to her thighs. Her skirts very short letting my gaze travel very far up those amazing legs. So tan and tight, I blink quickly before i stare too long. But God damn, I can’t help it.. My eyes move up to her breasts. God they’re the perfect size. They’d be a nice handful in my hands. I could imagine my strong fingers squeezing them as her nipple puckers against my palm.

“Um. Sir?”

My eyes jump up to her face and I’m taken back. She’s beautiful. Nice strong features, but also soft in a way. Her eyes a deep dark brown. You wonder what they’d look like staring up at you as you thrust into her. You shake your head.

“Uh-Hi.” I mumble to her.

She smiles as I move closer to her. Read more »

Your power in submission. M/F

The warm water of the shower felt comforting on her as it ran down her face and body. She smiled thinking of the contrast of the water to the cold hard shower floor on which she knelt. He had put her in this position after they had cleaned each other. Until, he asked her the question that placed her in her current position. She was placed in her display position because of this conversation.

“Are you finished washing me?” he asked.

“Yes, you are clean enough to eat off of now.” She said, knowing it was going to make him test her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Gently kissing her, he caressed her back and globes of her ass, slipping a finger between her cheeks until he touched her bung. She gasped, and when she did, he bit her lip. Not hard, enough to draw blood but hard enough to cause her to flinch away. His teeth didn’t let go and her lip stretched out. Water flooded into her mouth making her choke and want to cough, but she held back not wanting to spit in his face. He let her go, she immediately pressed herself against him. Read more »

Trust in the darkness part 2. M/F

“Fuck how long have I sat here in darkness?” You thought to yourself?

It seems darker.

You know it can’t be because the basement is completely subterranean, no windows at all, no change between night or day, winter or summer.

Fully realizing that we take for granted of the light. Even without knowing it we use the subtle changes in light to denote the time of day, the passing of minutes, without it we’re stuck, alone in the darkness.

Like floating in space, it’s a fathomless, infinite feeling, like your mind’s leaving your body and rising above you.

Your head slumped forwards on your chest, you can feel the thud of your heartbeat, the hardness of the chair that your sitting on, the numbness in the hands, the elbows, and the shoulders.

How long?

You don’t know, but somewhere along the line the panic receded, fell away, the darkness stopped being scary and instead felt almost womblike, it enveloped you, wrapped up in crow wings of ebony until the was serene in silence and solitude.

“Times up.” I say walking down the stairs.

“I’m quite proud that you held your composure and stuck this through baby.” Read more »

Trust in the darkness. M/F

“You need to trust me Kim.” I whispered into your ear as I blindfold you.

The room is barely lit, the only source of light was a burning candle. The only light inside the void, even with your eyes wide open, you began staring so hard that you can feel your pupils dilated fully, making your ears ring, all you can see is the darkness.

The high backed wooden chair that I tied you to is the only solid thing the senses can grab hold of, the harshness of the rope that binds your soft hands tightly behind your back and both feet bound to the chair legs. Another around the waist that stops you from moving your hips more than slightly forwards.

“Kim.” I whispered as I reached out and gingerly touch your shoulder. You jump slightly, you didn’t realise I was still there.

So close, but yet so quiet.

My breath by your ear, tickling you as I whisper, “If you follow the rules you’ll have fun…. But….” I pause and wrap my large hand around your neck, squeezing gently. “….. But you won’t displease me, will you?”

You know its not a question…but a command. Read more »

A vampires slave M/F

“Are you absolutely sure about this m’love?”

The man speaking was sitting on the edge of a four poster bed covered in red silk sheets. He was wearing a pair of leather pants that clung well to his toned thighs. His shirt was on the floor at his bare feet leaving his chest equally bare, a fact that Helena was acutely aware of. It was hard to keep her eyes from wandering his chest with his strong arms and nicely formed six pack.

“It’s very dangerous.” He continued lifting his head to look at her meeting her bluish eyes with crimson stare. It had been over two hundred years since he was last in England but the land of his birth still hinted around the edges of his voice. Straight black hair coursed down around his shoulders and part of the way down his back, normally he wore it in a single braid but tonight it was freed. Read more »