By slave penny: The mere softness of the bed looked so inviting. In fact the imagined comfort of the deep cushioned bedroom chairs would have been pleasure beyond imagination. It had been many years since I had experienced what, at one time, would have been a routine amenity.
Those excited dark pink nipples were proudly presented for my delectation. I took a moment to idly fantasise about reaching down and taking one in each finger and thumb and twisting them til she screamed. My cunt was already wet but now the wetness pooled at the inside of my thighs, then slowly spread to the latex material beneath my arse.
By Cara Sutra: There was a timid knock at the door. I knew it was him, he was exactly on time. A good start. The instructions I'd placed in the package had been perfectly clear. Wear these items when you visit on Monday morning, at 10am sharp. Let yourself in the main entrance, then come find Me in my dressing room. You will kneel, knock and wait for permission from Mistress to enter.
I need your cock so very much. I want to be made to strip bare, and crawl naked to you on dirty knees, scraped bruised legs from the abuse you’ve doled out to me, bottom red from the spankings. I want mascara streaked down my dirty face, the face I am going to beg you to fuck hard with your cock.
By Cara Sutra: He looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor, a solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just caused my cunt to become wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally, he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key.
Puppy Play For Mistress is a short FemDom story written for me by one of my submissives. He's so very much into chastity tease and orgasm denial, as well as being made to act like a puppy... wagging tail, begging, barking for dinner - you get the idea. I hope you enjoy this story as much I repeatedly do. Happy Fetish Friday.
It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality.
I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges. Not content with giving just clitoral stimulation, worried it wouldn’t be enough, I slipped first the tip of my index finger inside her cunt, then my middle finger alongside it. Slowly and gently at first, I finger fucked her while my tongue danced over and around her clit.
He pulled her down with hands on her upper thighs, and there was pure joyful malice in her eyes as she become the bull rider to his bull. His hands were all over her beautiful body and her sounds of ravaged pleasure filled my ears, hitting me like a slap, again and again.
I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please fuck me hard right now.
The streaming water hit my naked skin hard, hot and cathartic. I stood under the shower and enjoyed having time to focus on the night's plans. I lathered up, letting my hands roam over my breasts, soapy fingers sliding over my nipples. The job was different from usual. A woman this time. I'd fucked plenty of women before of course, but what was unusual was a woman actually paying for me to come do it. My usual clients were men of all ages, income, shape and size. I turned the prospect of a new job, this new client, over in my mind. Did it really matter? No. Fuck, I was actually looking forward to it. My fingers roamed in their cleaning duty, sliding between my legs to where my excitement had gathered along with the streaming lather under the steamy water. The temptation to toss myself off right then and there in the shower was strong but I managed to just about keep a hold of myself. Clients could always tell if you were genuinely turned on, and were more likely to rebook an enthusiastic girl. Might as well use that sex drive for her leisure turned business pursuit. My strong libido was such a great earner. There hadn't been much on the email that came through about the job. Gender, obviously, and I'd quickly replied that no, a woman wasn't a problem, I'd told them I was bisexual when I joined. Age, 26. Younger than me but old enough. Clean bill of sex health. Something I was glad I insisted on being checked before any client call. Address. I'd booked a taxi which was due to pick me up in less than an hour. I'd better quick-step it out of the shower if I wanted to be dried and dressed in time.
The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.
By Cara Sutra: Sat astride my pin-striped suited Master's lap, completing the circle of his similarly dressed friends in the hired hall, I'd never felt quite so exposed and vulnerable. It was my own fault for disclosing my long-held fantasy some time ago; him fucking me in his pin-striped suit. A cosy little sex scene, just the two of us... or so I'd imagined.