Switching Failure

WARNING: This story is from the more romantic side of me... if you don't like it. Well that's just plain tough!

A cool mist floats across the pavement as you make your way to the front door. It's been a long exhausting day. Thoughts of getting home, cooking dinner, a hot shower and some relaxing fill your mind. She'll be waiting for you, with a welcoming smile and a soft kiss. All simple things, but you've come to expect the warmth of routine.


You open the door and are greeted by a quiet melody drifting from a candle lit room. The scent of jasmine flows through the air as your eyes scan the surroundings. On the floor is a blanket, spread beneath a single closed basket. A warm glow emanates from the fireplace, and candles dripping freshly lit wax adorn every table and shelf. Through the dancing shadows, movement draws your eyes to the opposite side of the room.


She saunters over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. The soft silk that barely covers her body rustles softly as she pushes herself fully against you. Her lips brush ever so slightly against your own. She pulls away and takes your hand. Letting her guide you across the floor, you begin frantically pulling at the buttons on your shirt. She softly chuckles and pushes your hands away. It's obvious she's the one who's going to be in charge.


Your breath is a tangle of confusion and excitement. Your heart vibrates in your throat. Every movement she makes is filled with purpose. Words have no place here. Time has no meaning. Only you and she exist in the exotic world she created.


Sitting you down on the blanket, she curls herself beside you. Slowly, she reaches under the blanket and retrieves a hidden blind fold. A smile spreads across her lips as she reaches up and ties the clothe around your eyes. Her hands glide across your chest and down your arms. She leans forward and softly kisses your jaw line, then down your neck. As her soft kisses caress your skin, she slowly unbuttons your shirt. Pushing it off your arms, you feel her move against you; pressing her breasts against your face.


All you can do is drink in the feel of her, the scent of her being. You feel her own heart pulsing against you. Her breath is steady, if a bit shaky. Pulling back, she drags her hand down your stomache, tracing a line down to your waist band. With the same slow care, she unbuckles your pants and pulls them open. She guides you to lay down. Removing your shoes and socks, one at a time, she moves her hands up and down your legs. She draws lazy circles on the inside of your thighs before she begins to tug away your pants.


You wiggle and help her remove the intrusive garment, and try to do the same with your underwear. She grabs your hands and pushes them down beside your body. Leaning close to your ear, she whispers, "Uh-uh. You're mine." Her tongue softly traces your earlobe before she gently nibbles. You can hear her silent chuckle as her teeth send shivers across your body.


She moves away and you can hear some rustling around. She's pulling something out of the basket you saw earlier. You shiver with anticipation. You hear a hiss as a match is struck and a candle is lit. She straddles your hips, placing one hand on your lower abdomen. She places her knees on the outside of your body, pinning your arms to your sides.


You gasp as something wet and cold glides across your chest. Your senses whirl with confusion. Putting the ice aside, she bends forward and licks the wet lines, leaving trails of warm breath behind. Her hands move up and down your arms, chest and across your shoulders. She slips her fingers under your waste band and traces from side to side. Each stroke moves lower and lower. She gently pushes her hips into yours, grinding her pelvis into you. She quietly moans, taking pleasure from your growing hardness.


She reaches for the basket and pulls something else from it's hidden depths. Your breath quickens. Your ears strain for any sound that might hint what she'll do next. A strange sound precedes a warm wetness slowly spreading across your chest. As she rubs it into your skin it grows warmer. She moves around for a moment, and then leans forward. Her naked breasts slide against your skin, massaging the oil. You feel her hardened nipples as she moves, her hands gripping your shoulders for support. She shifts her legs and lays flat against you. Her own desire meshes with yours.


You slide your hands free and begin rubbing her back. She begins to grind her body into yours. Small gasps escape her lips. You place your hands on her hips and help her move, quickening the pace. You firmly press her hips into yours. She tries to slow her movement, tries to pull away. Your strong grasp tightens, putting her at your mercy now.


With one quick motion, you roll her under your body. She tries to protest, but you smother her words with deep, passionate kisses. Your hands move frantically over her body. Massaging her breasts, you part her thighs with a knee. Your body crushes hers to the floor as she tries to wiggle her way out from under you. She presses her hands against your chest, whispering protests into your mouth. Her body betrays her words as she grinds with your own movements.


Keeping rhythm, you take her hands and pin them above her head. Still blindfolded, you feel your way down her body. You realize she's completed naked as your hand moves down between your bodies. Feeling her wet, silky folds, you press a single finger deep into her body. She gasps and lets out a long moan. Moving in slow circles, you move your finger in and out. She begins to move her body with each stroke. Keeping the pace, you carefully move yourself to where you can pull off your underwear with your other hand.


Fumbling though the awkward task, you finish and spread your body against the length of hers. Her hands now free, she reaches for you, clutching at your skin. Wet heat grasps at your finger. You pull almost out, and thrust back into her with two fingers. Again, she gasps and moans. You smile inwardly, pressing for that one spot you know will put her to the peak of pleasure. Hearing her moans brings the satisfaction you were seeking.


Her back arches towards you and you increase your rhythm. Gasping for breath between moans, she paws her hands against you. She struggles to pull you on top of her. When that fails, she attempts to pull herself on top of you. You lean in close to her ear and whisper the same taunting words she gave you earlier. Then with your next stroke, you press in a third finger. She cries out in pleasure and thrashes her body against yours.


Deeper, longer strokes. An even rhythm. Her body tightens around your fingers. She shudders against you. Her moist flesh pulses into your fingers. She lets out a deep groan. You hear her lips part in a silent scream. Her fingers claw into your skin as she arches her back and releases.


Hard, deep breathing. Her heart pounds against her chest; against your chest. You pull her fully into your arms, rubbing your now wet hand up her belly and to her breasts. She softly trembles in your arms, but you're not finished with her. You quickly remove the blindfold and bend your head down. Taking one of her nipples into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around it. She lets out small, breathless moans. You tease it until it's firm, then gently toy it around in your mouth. She presses a hand to the back of your head, pressing you harder against herself.


Tangling her fingers into your hair, she encourages your mouth. You kiss your way to the other breast. Bringing your hand up, you gently twist and tug at the first nipple. You moan into her skin as you take the second one in your mouth. Giving it the same tantalizing treatment, until she is once against arching into your body.


Your own aching need threatens to swallow you whole as your roll yourself completely on top of her. She parts her legs and presses her hips up to meet yours. She's so wet that you quickly slide deep into her body. She opens her mouth to gasp, and you swallow it with a deep kiss. The tip of your tongue traces the inside of her mouth, caressing her own tongue.


You start moving forward and back, grinding your body into hers. She moves her hips up and down, meeting you movement for movement. The pace quickens. You try to hold back, but a desperate need takes over. Thrusting, penetrating her. Pushing, grinding your body together. Your lips part as you pull back and gasp for breath. Breathing heavily, you lose yourself in the movements, in the pleasure. Pounding against her, into her, you feel her hands clawing at your back, pulling you further into her.


The pleasure rises, taking you with it. Suddenly, you explode deep inside her. You cry out, shuddering with every pulsing sensation. You thrust hard and deep, releasing your own orgasm.


She grasps you tightly against herself as you collapse onto her. Laying breathless, ecstasy floats you away. Nothing else matters. Nothing but the feel and musky scent of your merged bodies, and her laughter.


"Ok, so maybe I didn't quite keep control like I planned."


"You think?"


She slapped your ass playfully and cuddled tightly against your chest. "Oh well, there's always tomorrow night boy."


"Yes Mistress," you reply happily. "There's always tomorrow night."

Striking Pleasures

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he entered through the front door. He knew she’d be there, kneeling by the front door, waiting for him. It’s how he had wanted her. It’s what he had instructed her to do. But still, seeing her that way made him smile.

He’d spent the previous night thinking about all the various things he would do to her. He’d feel every inch of her body, feel her shudder in his arms as he made soft love to her. It’d been a while since they’d been together, and he had intended to make this night special and memorable. But now, seeing her kneeling there before him, he was struck with a hunger he knew he’d have to feed.

He reached his hand out and softly traced down the side of her face. He smiled again, feeling her press her cheek against his hand. “My pet,” he softly spoke, moving his hand to the back of her head and slowly tangling his fingers into her hair. “You are…” He took a firm hold and quickly forced her to meet his eyes. “Mine.”

She softly whimpered, but didn’t flinch away. She sat still, starting up into his eyes, carefully controlling slow breaths. Fire. Hunger. Deep and penetrating. She felt as if his stare alone stripped away her clothes and left her bare, entranced in his presence. And his grasp.

Holding her head so that he could watch her face, he stepped slightly closer to her. “Take me out,” he commanded.

It took her a moment to realize what he was telling her. She couldn’t take her eyes away from his. His hand in her hair tightened slightly. “Yes Master,” she finally whispered, moving her hands up to find his belt.

She’d done it several times. It shouldn’t be so hard. But her fingers were clumsily feeling their way to his buckle. She took a slow, deep breath. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his belt loose and out of the way. Opening his jeans, she felt for him. He was already hard. She smiled shyly and averted her eyes away from his face.

“Look at me,” he commanded, giving her hair a small tug. “Don’t look away from me, girl. I’m your Master. You will see the man who possesses you.” His voice had a hard edge to it.

“Yes Master,” she whispered, swallowing a lump that was forming in her throat. Her pulse began to race. Her body tingled. She was nervous, not knowing what he was going to do to her, scared that it might hurt, and excited that he was going to use her, all in the same breath.

She met his gaze, knowing that this man she loved knew what he was doing. He knew her. He understood her. He wouldn’t bring her harm, but the depths in his eyes told her that he was going to push her to her limits tonight. And she reveled in it.

“Tell your Master what you want, slave.” Again, his voice held that hard tone. He released her hair and stroked her face softly, tracing his thumb across the bottom of her lips. “Tell me what you would want to do to please me.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of his touch. Meeting his gaze, she smiled shyly and clasped her hand around his hardness. “She wants your cock, Master. She wants to feel it on her tongue, and in her mouth.”

“Does she? I’m not so sure. How do I know you’re not just saying that because you know it’s what I want?” He reached his hand into her hair again, and heard her gasp as he took a firm hold. “How do I know you’re not just telling me what I want to hear?”

“Please Master, I do want your cock,” she pleaded. “Your girl loves to suck your cock.” She bit her lip and tried to look away.

He pulled on her hair, making her whimper; forcing her to look into his eyes once more. “Don’t look away from me,” he snapped.

“I… I’m sorry Master.” She felt a shiver rush through her body. Her mind raced, trying to find the words to convince him that she really did want his cock in her mouth. If he hadn’t been holding her head, she would have leaned forward and taken his hot flesh between her lips.

Before she could think of what to say, he released her hair and quickly pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her. One hand went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipple through her dress. She flinched and whimpered as he pulled hard. His other hand slipped up to her neck, firmly wrapping his fingers over her small neck.

“Mine,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s all mine, isn’t it slave?”

“Yes Master,” she shakily replied. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He moved his hand across her chest and to her other nipple and began his sweet torment again. She bit her lip and felt her body tremble against him.

“Do you want my cock, girl?” He was twisting her nipple between his fingers, his hand holding her neck so firmly she could just barely breath.

“Yes Master,” she answered him softly. She reached her hands up and softly held onto his forearms; not daring to try and guide him, or stop him. Her nipples felt like they were on fire.

She closed her eyes and focused on the way his hand felt on her neck. She didn’t know why, but she was happy to endure him torturing her nipples as long as he’d leave his hand on her neck. She swallowed hard, wondering if he could feel her do it.

“This is all mine,” he whispered against her ear. His warm breath caressed her skin, sending tingles through her. “All of it.” His hand left her breast and moved down her body. He firmly pressed down her stomach as his fingers felt their way between her thighs.

She gasped, feeling him press his hand hard against her pussy. She whimpered softly, feeling him placing pressure on her aching need. He held his hand there, unmoving. She wished he’d pull up her dress and stroke her clit. She wished that he’d thrust his fingers inside her wet pussy, and give her pleasure. Her thoughts made her squirm against him.

“No,” he commanded. “You won’t move.” He tightened his hand on her neck, almost restricting her breathing, until she held still. “Good girl,” he whispered and kissed the side of her neck. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

His soft kisses traveled down her neck and onto her shoulder, sending shivers through her body. He could feel her breathing growing short as he stroked his hand against her pussy. “Yes, you’re my good girl.”

Pressing through her dress, he forced the tip of his fingers into her pussy. She gasped and moved up against him. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that she could not keep still with him teasing and tormenting her. And it gave him pleasure to know that he was controlling not only her body, but her misbehavior as well.

Tightening his hand against her neck once more, he bent his lips to her ear. “I said you won’t move,” he hissed in a sharp breath. He pulled his hands off her, reached his fingers into the back of her head and took a firm grasp of her hair. Hearing her gasp, he pushed her over to the couch, her knees on the cushion, her chest pressed firmly against the back.

“Master, please…” She breathlessly pleaded. “Master, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

He moved her hands, crossing them over her chest and pressed her weight back into the couch. Without saying a word, he kept one hand pressed to her back, and the other lifted her dress over her waist. He smiled, seeing the soft white lace thong he had expected would be there. It outlined her ass so nicely as he ran his fingers over her soft skin.

He ran his fingers down the outside of her legs, then up the inside of her thighs. Quickly brushing his fingers against her pussy, he moved his hand to part her legs. She whimpered and complied with his silent command. He couldn’t see her face, but he was sure she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her insides trembling with what she must know is coming.

He reveled in her anxiety. Smiling to himself, he ran his hand slowly over her skin again, drawing out the anticipation. His hand on her back felt her body tighten every time he pulled his hand away from her, bracing for the impact of his strike. He’d feel her slight flinch as he’d put his fingers back down on her legs or her ass. Yes, he thought. Make her wait.

She was breathing quick, shallow breaths as his hand left warm trails over her skin. It was all she could do to keep from squirming. Her own weight was bearing down on her arms. She wasn’t comfortable at all, and expected that's how he wanted her. She was afraid to open her eyes, and afraid to speak. Her pulse raced as she felt his hand leave her again.

When he didn’t strike down, yet again, she forced herself to relax. She wanted his teasing to end. She wanted it to continue forever. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted… to be helplessly at his mercy.

Feeling her body somewhat relax, he smiled to himself again. Now would be a good time to smack her ass. One of many swats she’d get. The thought of her ass growing red and hot, outlined by the marks of his hand caused a wave of heat to course through his body. He felt his hardness pulse. Looking down at her ass, imagining it as it would soon be, he felt an overwhelming urge to plunge deep into her.

No, not yet. He glanced down at himself, seeing the affects of his desire protruding from his open jeans. His eyes fell on her ass once more and he quickly moved his hand forward and drove two fingers deep into her pussy.

She gasped and cried out, her body pushing against the couch. He could feel her struggling to maintain the position he’d placed her in. He pushed his fingers in deeper, making her whimper. Holding the pressure of his fingers still, he watched as her body began to tremble. He could feel her clenching her muscles around his fingers.

“Stop.” It was a simple command. Stop tightening her muscles around him. Stop moving. She was having trouble obeying, but was trying. He knew she would. And he knew he didn’t want her to succeed. He wanted to have more reason to punish her; to abuse her sweet little body to his pleasure.

“You won’t move,” he repeated. She whimpered. He heard her whisper her all too familiar ‘Yes Master’ as he was already thinking of various ways to ensure she wouldn’t be able to keep still. He smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She was nearly trembling, but she kept her position.

He rubbed the tip of his finger against her clit and felt her body responding. Before she had a chance to start squirming, he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. She cried out as her body jerked upward with his motion.

“No,” he scolded her. “You won’t move!” His hand left her back and came sharply down onto her ass. He pushed down on her back again, and drove his fingers hard in and out of her pussy. He could feel her body tightening. Her cries were coming harder as he thrust in and out of her. Again and again, driving her to the edge.

She was begging for release, forcing her body to meet each stroke. Her hands moved to grip the back of the couch. She lowered her face into the cushion and bit down. Ragged, sharp breaths. Pain. Pleasure. It was growing so intense. “Master, please!” She cried out again. It was all she could say.

Pounding her pussy hard with his fingers, he knew should couldn’t take much more before she’d cum all over his hand. He thrust his fingers inside her soaking pussy, and held them there. Leaning forward, so that his breath caressed her ear, he finally spoke. “Does my slave deserve to cum?”

His question surprised her. She choked down a heavy breath and clenched her eyes tightly shut. Her body was shaking, she was twitching and pulsing around his fingers. “Please Master,” she whimpered. “Please, I need to cum.”

He pushed his fingers into her pussy, deeper. Harder. She whimpered, but made no move to stop him. “Answer me girl,” he commanded. “Does my slave deserve to cum?”

“No Master,” she cried. “Master, please… Please, I need… ” Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip and tried to hide her face in the couch.

“No. No you don’t. You may not cum, slave.” He began moving his fingers in and out of her again. She began to moan and cry out immediately. She was right there. One more hard thrust… She cried out as her body released. Her juices slowly slipping down his fingers. He held his hand still.

Her body was shaking as she rocked herself against his hand. She whimpered and cried into the couch. Her eyes were filled with tears. It was so intense she thought she might burst. She felt relief wash over her as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Then, her skin ignited with fire as his hand came down hard on the other side of her ass.

Hearing her yelp and seeing her body flinch against his swat, he brought his hand up and struck down again. Each strike came down at a different angle, a slightly different place. He ignored her whimpers and cries as he inflamed her ass. Hot and red.

“I told you not to cum, girl,” he chastised. “I told you not to move.” He brought his hand down again. She was crying out with each strike. He felt her body jerk. She held her position and took his punishment.

He shoved his hand into her hair, taking a firm hold and pulling her head back. His other hand came down on her ass one more time. This time, he didn’t pull it back for another strike.  He left it resting on her heated flesh.

She was breathing hard and whimpering. Her body still shook as he softly ran his fingers over her tender skin. He held her hair tightly and began kicking off his shoes. He used his other hand to shrug out of his pants.

He leaned over her, supporting his weight on the couch with his free hand. He turned her head so he could look into her eyes. The look she gave him made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss away her tears. But he was determined to finish what he’d started.

He kissed her lips, and felt her willing reply. She returned his passion, tracing her tongue against his mouth, as if he hadn’t just caused her pain. As if he hadn’t just punished her for what she knew he’d caused to happen.

When he finally pulled away and looked into her eyes, he saw her hunger for him returning. A small smile touched her lips as he softly pushed her head back against the couch. He moved behind her, gently running his fingers over her red ass. He heard her gasp as a small shudder ran through her.

He pushed his cock against her wet pussy as he took hold of her hips. He pulled her so that her knees were on the edge of the couch, her beaten ass nicely displayed for him. And as he pulled her back, he thrust his cock into her pussy.

She gasped and moaned into the couch. Her fingers dug into the cushions as she pressed her face against the fabric. He was slowly pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, making her body rise again. His body brushed against her inflamed ass with each stroke, searing her with each touch. The pain mingled into her pleasure, intensifying each sensation. Her senses swirled as she surrendered to them.

He thrust harder and deeper into her pussy, moaning with the pleasure. His body screamed for release. He held back. Not yet. Oh God, not yet. He couldn’t take much more without spilling his cum into her. His mind raced. He wanted so badly to cum in her sweet wet pussy. But he wanted something else more.

She moaned again, feeling her body spiraling up to another orgasm. She wanted to cum, and it wouldn’t take much for her to release. She was afraid to say anything. Afraid that he’d tell her not to cum, then throw her into another orgasm she couldn’t stop. She bit her lip and tried to lose herself in the pleasure.

“Tell your Master what you want, slave.” His familiar words echoed in her mind. It took her a few moments to realize that he was actually talking to her. His voice was strained and hoarse. He was moving with complete control. He was ready to cum.

“Please Master, I want you to cum for me,” she pleaded. She rocked her body back against his cock, taking him deeper into her pussy. She felt his hands tighten on her hips.

“Don’t move,” he hissed.

She whimpered and forced her body to go stiff. The pressure from her own desire, the sensations he was arising in her, the feel of his cock moving in and out of her pussy… She wasn’t sure she could keep still. Her ass throbbed as if to remind her of what would happen if she didn’t.

She whimpered again, and pressed her face into the couch. She focused on the feel of the fabric, the pressure of her own weight into it. “Oh God, Master. Please!” She couldn’t think.

“I thought you wanted to suck my cock,” he gasped. He pushed his cock deep into her pussy, and held still. His hands tightened on her hips again, holding her firmly against his pelvis. “Were you lying to me?”

The implications of his question struck her to the core. She shook her head, recalling quickly how desperately she had wanted to feel his cock on her tongue, plunging into her mouth. “No Master,” she quickly replied. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“But now you tell me you want me to cum.” He was breathless, straining as his hard cock pulsed deep in her pussy.

She clenched her muscles tightly around his hardness and yelped as his hand came down on her already sore ass in response. “Please Master,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Please Master, I…” What could she say? She wanted to feel him cum inside her pussy. She wanted to cum herself on his cock. She could suck on him in a little while. It wouldn’t take long for him to be hard again. She could have all of it.

If he’d allow her…

His hand came down on the other side of her ass. She cried out and bit her lip. “Please what?” He repeated, a harsh edge returning to his voice.

“Please Master, what do you wish of me?” She felt helpless. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to tongue fuck him. She couldn’t think straight. She didn’t know what she wanted.

Her question was answered with another swat to her sore ass. Hearing her yelp, and feeling her jerk against him was more than he could bear. He quickly pulled out of her pussy and spun her around on the couch.

She cried out in surprise and sat stunned, unsure what to do. He filled his hand with her hair and forced her face towards his aching cock. She immediately opened her mouth and accepted him against her tongue.

He kept his hand in her hair, but let her take a few moments to settle himself in her mouth. She was sucking him, tasting her own juices as she took him deeper. She pulled her lips away from his cock, and licked her tongue around his flesh, cleaning her own wetness off his skin before plunging him back through her lips. Sucking and caressing him with her tongue.

Her hands came up to rest on his thighs, almost pawing her fingers into his skin. He groaned and gripped her hair tighter. She took a deep breath as he began to guide her mouth on his cock. He was pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

Her hands tightened on his thighs as he began to rock his hips back and forth, forcing her to take his cock deeper and deeper. She whimpered and pushed her hands against his thighs.

As he pulled her head back for another thrust, she tried to take her mouth off him. He forced her mouth back down the length of him. The tip of his head touched the back of her throat and she started to gag. She pushed her hands against his legs and mumbled against his cock.

“Take it,” he hissed, thrusting his hips slow and steady.

She whimpered as his hand tightened in her hair. His other hand also filled with her hair and soon he was pumping her head over his cock with both hands. He moaned, ignoring her whimpers and gags.

“Yes,” he groaned, feeling her mouth spill wetness over his skin with each thrust. “Yes slave. Take it.” He thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Each time she gagged, he felt her mouth tighten around him. He wanted more, but wasn’t sure she would be able to take it. He wanted to shove his whole cock completely into her mouth, into her throat. Yes, he thought, thrusting past her lips again, she would learn to take all that he wanted to give her.

“I… I’m going… To…” He was breathless. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He moaned as his cum spilled into her mouth. He could feel her pushing against his legs. She was gagging and coughing against him as his cum filled her throat.

“Swallow it, slave,” he commanded, holding her mouth firmly on his cock. He ignored the sounds she was making, the struggle he felt against him as he held her in place.

When at last he’d grown soft and the gagging subsided, she trembled and whimpered against him. He loosened his hold of her, and she was free to press her face against his pelvis. Her hands gripped his thighs tightly as she held onto him.

She had felt panic sweep over her, but now that it was over, she felt very shy and insecure. All she could think of was clinging to her Master, to the man she loved. She nuzzled her face to his hand as he reached to caress her.

“You really are a good girl,” he whispered, stroking her softly. Feeling shaky, he moved around her and sat down on the couch. He gently pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, feeling her tremble against him.

She nuzzled her face against his neck and clung to him. “My good girl,” he said softly, kissing the top of her head. Cuddling her tightly against him, he closed his eyes and relaxed. Her warm breath caressed his skin as she sighed happily, shifting and getting comfortable against him.

He’d have to finish taking his pleasure from her later. He smiled, thinking about what he’d do to her sweet little body, knowing that even if she struggled against him, she was quite willing to let him use her. Yes, he’d use her… Just as she craved from him. But not now. Now, he would just hold her and drift away.

“Such a good girl,” he sighed happily, hugging her to him for a brief moment then letting his exhaustion take over.

Slave's Devotion

There is no deeper devotion than that of a slave who loves the Mistress he’s completely surrendered to.

There is no end to the depths his heart will take him.

The fears that bind him to the outside world no longer matter.

She will give him wings to soar among the stars, and far beyond.

He’ll give her everything, and endure the hardships that come his way with confident strides.

His old limits will be discarded and forgotten, for there is so very little he will deny his Goddess.

What was once feared can be safely embraced, and he can truly become all that he was meant to be.

The Collaring

A shadow of all that was and will be,
Seen beyond the end of time,
She kneels before him in all her splendor.

A gift of submission,
A reflection of her purest devotion,
She bows her head to the promise they both share.

A silent song drifts in the night,
Carrying with it all the power of her love.
To say that she belongs to him would do an injustice to their bond.

For it is not something that can be defined-
By any words known to man.
It is a living creature,
A flame fed with each passing day,
First ignited by a simple touch.

It is not merely something that she does.
It’s everything she has become.
All of her being is poured into the quiet words that touch her lips
As she graciously accepts his own offering.

A more precious vow cannot be heard,
When compared to that
Of a slave offering her heart to her Master.


The fires of hell may burn high,
And they will go unnoticed
As she walks through them towards her Master’s embrace.

Let the world freeze over,
For she will draw her warmth from his smile.

The stars can fall from the heavens
And her night will still be lit
When she’s entranced in his eyes.

Chaos can swallow all in its path,
And she will see nothing but the safety of their bond.

Winds can blow as thunder crashes down,
And she will stand strong through the storm,
Taking strength from his very presence.


Simple words whispered in the darkness,
Bound by the power of all she feels,
She kneels in surrender.


As his collar closes around her neck,
Her gift of submission
And the most sincere of promises
Encircles them both.

Double Submission

You walk into the bedroom, and two girls are kneeling on the end of the bed, their hands resting softly on their thighs, waiting in silence.

“Mmm, beautiful,” you say as you approach and touch each girl lightly on the face. You step to the side of the bed, and remove all of your clothes. Sitting on the end of the bed, between the two girls, you reach for one.

“C’mere, my pet, and give me that ass.” You pull her pussy down onto your cock a few times, listening to her gasp as you moisten your skin with her juices. Then, you lift her so you can position correctly and gently begin rocking her ass up and down your cock. In the process, you open her legs to drape over yours, spreading her thighs wide.

The other girl watches, but doesn’t move from her kneeling position. You can see a small flare of jealousy in her eyes as you softly fuck your pet onto your cock. Smiling, you reach your hand down between her thighs. As she should, she parts them so that your hand can easily slide to her pussy. You smile again. She’s very wet.

You withdraw your hand, and return your full attention to the girl who’s ass is now completely covering your cock. You push her down firmly, forcing your cock as deep as it can go, then you wrap your arm around her waist to keep her still.

In a soft, but commanding voice, you speak to the other girl. “Down here girl,” you say as you point to the floor between your legs. “Show me how much you enjoy pussy.”

She quickly obeys, anxious to please you and desperate with her own need for pleasure. She kneels on the floor and presses her face to your pet’s wet pussy. Licking and sucking, she begins to moan, enjoying the taste and feel of hot wet flesh against her tongue.

You slowly begin to rock your hips, moving your cock in your girl’s ass. Keeping one arm securely around her waist, your other hand slips up to take hold of her neck. You softly kiss her ear before whispering, “Relax, my pet. Relax and just enjoy.” You hear her whimper and you tighten your grip against her neck. She inhales quickly and releases a slight moan, then lays her head back against your shoulder.

The other girl responds to the sound and reaches her hand up to play with this girl’s pulsing pussy. Probing at first with two fingers, she continues to lick and suck at her clit. Your pet gasps and moans, her body trembling. Your other girl pushes another finger deep into her pussy, sucking and tasting the juices that are now freely flowing. Moaning into your girls’ pussy, you can see her body start to squirm with need.

You move your hips a little more, moving your cock in her ass. Your arms around her waist pushing her hard against your flesh so that she is helpless to only endure what’s being done to her ass, and her pussy.

Your pet rolls her head to the side and groans loudly. Her hands start to claw at you. Your arms, reaching up for your shoulders, the back of your neck. She’s desperate with need as she moves against your grasp. “Please Master,” she begs breathlessly. “Please Master, I need to cum!”

You moan and kiss softly against her neck. “Not yet, my pet,” you whisper against her skin. “Just enjoy, but do not cum. Not yet.”

She whimpers and moves against you, desperately trying to take more from your cock. Thrusting her pussy against the fingers and lips of this other girl, who is moaning against her, and taking her own enjoyment out of your pet’s sweet torment.

You tighten your hand on her neck a little more and hear her gasp. She swallows hard and whimpers. “Be still slave, or I’ll make it stop,” you warn her.

She whimpers again and you feel her body tense as she tries to sit still. Smiling to yourself, you rock your hips into her, and listen to her gasp. Desperate for release, she begins to beg you once more. “Master, please! Oh god please Master, I need to cum!”

You ignore her pleas and continue to rock your cock into her ass. You can feel her body trembling with her need, her breathing shallow and fast between each beg for release.

“Girl, come up here,” you address the one on her knees. She obeys and climbs up on the bed with you. Kissing her softly, you release your hold on your pet and use your hands to turn her around. You push her pussy down hard onto your cock and lay on your back.

Your pet groans and begins to rock her body freely on your cock. Releasing a moan of your own, you reach for the other girl and guide her pussy onto your lips. Pressing your tongue against her clit, she moans and squirms against your mouth. “Play with my pet’s pussy girl,” you instruct her. “Yes, use your mouth too.”

She bends down, laying her stomach over your chest, to take enjoyment from your pet’s pussy that is now desperately riding your cock. Using her hands and her mouth, she takes enjoyment out of her pussy, as you devour her own.

“Slow down, my pet,” you command the girl riding your cock. “I’m not ready, slow down.”

She whimpers and hesitantly obeys. She begins to grind her pussy slowly against your cock, gasping as her thrusts force her sensitive clit against this other girls fingers and tongue. She bends forward, pawing against her back, gasping and unable to speak.

“Yes. Yes girls, Master wants more,” you mumble between licking and nibbling at her clit. You moan and push your tongue deep into her pussy, then bring your hand up and smack it down onto her ass. She flinches and moans, so you do it again, then rub her hot flesh, squeezing it with your hand. You reach your other hand down and find a hard nipple. Twisting and toying with it, you smile… Enjoying the sounds both girls are making, and their bodies shaking on top of yours.

“Please Master,” she gasps against your pet’s pussy. “Oh god, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes girl, let it cum,” you reply, smacking her ass again, licking frantically at her wet pussy. You hear her moan and can feel her body building for release. You smack her ass again and suck her clit hard into your mouth. Running your tongue against it as it’s pulled between your lips, you hear her gasp and cry out.

Wet juices slide across your lips. You take them in, savoring them. Nuzzling your mouth against her pussy, hearing her moan again. “Do not stop girl,” you whisper. She obeys your command and continues to suck and stroke your pet’s pussy.

Her body is shaking frantically as she grinds against your cock. Her weight is now completely supported as she leans and claws your other girl’s back. “Ride that cock,” you command her. “Show me how much you want it!”

“Oh god, Master,” she cries out, using what’s left of her energy to thrust herself along the length of your cock. You continue to suckle at the other girl’s pussy, slapping her ass from time to time, as you thrust your hips up into your other girl. She adjust her movements to move with you. Up and down. In and out.

“Yes slave, that’s it. Show Master how much you want his cock!” You lay your head back, relaxing onto the bed, feeling your body getting ready to cum. Her muscles tense around your cock, as her body shakes. She’s close. Very close. So are you.

“Not yet slave,” you whisper, trying to hold back the oncoming waves. Knowing that she can’t take much more before her own control will be lost. Your hands reach up and squeeze the other girl’s ass. You close your eyes and take a deep shuddering breath. You need to cum. You’re going to cum.

Just as you start to explode deep in her pussy, you whisper one simple word. “Cum.”

She moans and you feel her body shudder. Her wet pussy clenches tightly around your cock, pulsing as she cums hard and fast against you.

Tired and satisfied, you pull both girls softly against you, their heads resting on your shoulders. You kiss each of their heads softly, and stroke their hair. Sighing happily, you close your eyes and allow the exhaustion to pull you into the darkest embraces of sleep.