Sashaying towards the darker side. Part 2

As she laid there, arms pulled out and up, legs spread wide, her lips already engorged from the earlier poundings, he slipped his tongue between them. Lifting her hips to meet his tongue she moaned loudly. He teased her for a few moments before moving up her body. Placing his hands on her sides she closed her eyes in anticipation. Then he began to tickle her, the punishment threat had been issued months before. Yelling loudly, trying to shift away from his hands wasn't working. She was at his mercy until he chose to stop. As he leaned over to kiss her, she waited anxiously. But instead of being tickled he pushed his cock inside of her swollen pussy, started rocking back and forth. Then he reached between her legs and switched on the vibrating cock ring. As he pushed deeper inside of her, it felt like his entire cock was vibrating her. Her body clenched as she tried to breath, coming hard.

Placing his hand on the side of her neck to feel her pulse he asked her quietly, "Do you trust me?" Though her heart raced, she didn't hesitate a moment before answering  yes.  He tilted her head, leaned in to kiss her at the same time as holding her nose closed. Breathing in and out for her. Slightly panicked she tried to let go and let him. As soon as she felt like she had a handle on things he stole all of her air and left her coughing. She fought the feeling that she had screwed up as she found herself the edge of another orgasm that left her breathless once again.

What felt an eternity was a matter of minutes and her legs were released as he plunged deep inside of her. Her wrists still bound by the rope were set free from the bed, he grabbed her wrists and kept her from hiding her face as she found herself climbing towards another orgasm.

Sashaying towards the darker side. Part 1

Any conversation that starts with "do you have any health issues I should know about?" is enough to start your heart rate racing. "No, not a one." she answered quickly. He leaned in to kiss her, tasting the sense of anticipation on her lips.

As he rose from the bed she laid still, waiting. One by one he took the pieces of rope out of the bag. Standing near the door way he flick the knots outward and they came unraveled. Sitting next to her he pulled her hand into his lap and began to wound the white rope around her wrist. Once, through the hoop. Twice, through the hoop and a third time before tightening. Sliding the rope away from her body he laid her hand down on the bed. Moving to the other side he began again with her other wrist. Once bound he laid her hand on the bed, and moved back to the left side. His hand slid down her leg, wrapping his fingers around her ankle, pushing her knee up.

"Is that a comfortable position?" He asked. She nodded as she watched him wind the rope around her thigh and lower leg. Around and under until she couldn't press her foot away from her body. Then he began again on her right side, pushing her knee up and winding the rope around. Once her wrists and legs were bound the reality of the moment started to weigh on her mind. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breathes and remembered how much she trusted this man.

When she opened her eyes he was standing near her left side pulling her wrist away from her body and wrapping the rope around the bottom of the bed with a loud snap. Her pulse quickened as she pulled on her arm. He moved to her bound left leg and tightened the ropes around the bed again then the right, her entire body exposed. Moving up to her bound right wrist he snapped the rope again when he pulled it tight. When he stood up, she pulled slightly on all of the ropes with no ability to move further then he had allowed.

To be continued. ;)

The office as a playground

This morning while I was laying in bed waking up I had this overwhelming desire to feel your hand sliding down my back, over my ass and to feel your fingers buried deep inside of me. Needless to say I couldn't stop my self from my hand slipping between my legs. Then my mind wandered to the conversation of using the office as a playground.

First I imagined that had to tell the 'Boss' that I jammed the copy machine again, you had me bent over the machine, skirt lifted, legs spread while you made me count how many times you spanked me.

But then the scene switched to the conference room. You were putting on a presentation for a new glass dildo. Then you demanded that I show the room how to use it. You placed me on the edge of the table, my legs spread, feet on the edge of the chair in front of me. I wasn't allowed to wear panties in the office so I was completely exposed. You handed me the dildo and continued to talk, telling me exactly how to rub it against my lips and when to push it inside. All the while talking to the rest of the room as well. I was embarrassed and completely turned on.

And came very quickly, three times in a row.

The Spanish Inquisition

We can do the Spanish Inquisition if you like too?
 *rips your clothes off*
 We must find the mark....
Oohh... 
*ties her up and flogs her*
And when you find no marks?;) 
There are other tests to perform
But I'm not a witch *wide eyed innocence* 
So say you!
*pleads with you* 
*lashes her back again while standing tied with her arms above her head*
 Silence!
 *tried to move her body out of the way* 
*wedges his leg in between hers and forcefully spreads them*
 You WILL confess and repent!
But I'm no witch I swear to you! 
* Shoves vibrators into her ass and pussy and ties her legs together*
*lashes her again* Silence!
 I don't want to hear you lies Satan!
*struggles to plead her innocence*
*unties your hand from the hard point but leaves them tied and forces you to your knees leaving your legs bound and the vibrators in place*
 Kneel before me child and take your communion!
*grabs you by the back of the head and brings your mouth to my cock*
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Now that is role playing I can get into.... ;)

The Table, Prelude

**This was written by a friend who was inspired from reading the rest of The Table. *blushes* How awesome is that?!**

I sit across the table from you, looking, observing. You are stunning this evening.  Hair pulled up exposing your delicate neck. Your evening dress accentuates your features.  The black material of the dress broken with thin hints of silver and gray. Your shoulders are exposed except for thin straps. Your cleavage captures my attention.

You look away, embarrassed by the raw unabashed attention. You take in the surroundings, we are alone. The dining room is of the highest caliber.It's opulence is not lost on you.

"How did you afford a membership here?" you inquire.

"Well, I could only afford to open the door," I replied looking around to illustrate my point. "I'm an associate member, I have to take steps to secure a full membership."

"Take steps?" another question.

"It isn't about money.  Lyle is the master of the club. He has no need for my money, he wants something more precious, more dear."

No question, just a quizical look in response.

"You", I say in an informational tone.

You set your napkin on the table and begin to rise, "I'm not,"

"Sit!" It is a firm tone, you have heard it before.  The implication is clear. "Your panties, now if you please" the tone now tinged with a hint of impatience. "Do not have me ask again.  Do not cause a scene."

Slowly you reach down.  The table hides your movements, but I can see you are adjusting yourself left and right, slightly bowing forward.  You offer me your black panties.  I take them in my hand, they feel of satin, there is very little material.

I snap a finger.  A well dressed man approaches your side.  I stand and hand your satin panties to him.  "Thank you, Sir" he offers in response. 

"If you care to relax in the game room, cigars and brandy are available to our valued members.I will take care of preparations."

You are alone with this strange man.

"Young miss" he addresses you, "Please stand and remove your dress".

You stare forward in disbelief. You are unable to even look in his direction.

"Young miss, I have no desire to hurt you.  Remove it or it will be removed." and then to help show the sense of complying "It appears to be a truly marvelous dress, it would be a shame for it to be damaged".

Slowly you rise.  Trembling, you slide the straps over your shoulder allowing the dress to fall to the floor.  Soon, at his insistance, you are naked, holding his hand, following this man to another room.

You stand docile until offered a seat.  You sit, legs together, arms crossed before your full breasts.  You can feel your heart beating.

"You feel scared, betrayed" he offers, "You shouldn't, your gentleman has brought you because you are of great value to him.  We have determined his price, membership here".  he continues "young wives, fiancees, beloved girlfriends, women of beauty with a sense of jeopardy are brought here as gifts."

You see him taking a wide polished brown leather belt and restraints from a chest.  He turns and displays them to you.  "This belt will be secured to your waist.  Your wrists, secured by these restraints, will be secured to your side.  You are a very fortunate woman, so docile, so obedient."  He steps behind you, you feel his hands on your shoulder.  "Many of our gifts require further preparation until they accept the result that you already know is inevitable".  His hands slide off your shoulders onto the sides of your arms "Please, stand" he commands softly.

You stand with your hands on your head.  He inspects your body briefly.  Caressing you.  Your arms, breasts, waist, hips feel his touch.  The belt is attached tightly to your waist, your breath is hindered.  One wrist is restrained and buckled to the belt.  The other follows.  "I am going to lead you into the game room.  You will be taken to a table where I will leave you.  You will be used by many men tonight.  It is best that you resign yourself to this fate.  When the members tire of you, we will see if your gentleman wishes to have you back."

"Is this understood?"  He asks. 
You nod.
"Say it" He instructs
"I understand" you tell him, resigned to what awaits "I will do what you have told me"

Prelude to The Table

Punished

Naked, cold, limited.

The tile floor of the kitchen had long since numbed her behind. She ran her hand over the length of the chain from the radiator to her collar as she shifted uncomfortably. The flimsy nightie that He had allowed her to wear did nothing to stop the cold.

She looked out the window and saw the sun rising over the mountains. Morning was coming and she hadn't slept a bit. Though He knew she wouldn't, tied up downstairs. Eyes heavy she leaned her head on the chain and rested, knowing He would be down soon.

He watched her from the doorway. Her head laid against her hands, leaning on the chain. Walking over to her he took the keys from his pocket, unlocked the collar and gathered her into his arms. He sighed and thought in time she would learn as he carried her upstairs.

Hair

In the dark theater his hand slid up her neck, wrapping his fingers around her hair. Tugging slightly he felt her gasp as she buried her head into his shoulder.

In the parking lot, in the light of the open car door he wrapped his hands in her hair again, pulling back her head. Her gasps turn to whimpers as she buries herself into his kiss.

In the bedroom, by the light of the hallway he wrapped his hands in her hair again, drawing her towards the pillow. She moans as she wraps her legs around his body burying herself into him.

Air

He stood by the bed, watching as she slipped two fingers inside of herself. He leaned over taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. His hand twisting and pulling the other breast. She plunged deeper, her eyes closed and back arched. Sensing her orgasm was near, he moved his hand up to her throat, his fingers wrapping around her neck. As he began to squeeze he could feel the blood rushing through her arteries.

He whispered into her ear, "I want you to cum now."

As his hands tightened her eyes fluttered open to look into his. Her breath became shallower. She moved her hand faster though distracted by the inability to fully breathe.

The edge was near and he was pushing her right towards it.

The ties that bind us.

Laying on the bed, naked, blindfolded. She raises her arms above her head as asked for. The silk wrapped around her wrists then through the wrought iron headboard, securing her. Her legs roughly separated, each ankle fastened by velcro to the end of a spread bar. The rush of air from the fan above chilled her body.

She waits in agony.

The tassels of a suede flogger trail over her body, from her neck, down her breasts, dropping off between her legs, slowly lifted and bought down soundly on her thigh. The bar grabbed and twisted lifted her off the bed, she felt the sting on her backside before she was set back down.

She moans in anticipation.

The bar again was lifted and this time secured above, exposing her backside. Methodically the flogger caught each side of her hips and continued. Then with a flick of the wrist, she felt the sting right between her legs.

She writhes in pleasure.

Ropes and Air

Standing in the middle of the room she was naked, her body stripped of all clothing the minute she walked in. She placed her hands behind her back and felt the rope begin to wind up her arms and around her chest. Her breathing became labored as the rope tightened around her waist. Her hair flowed over her eyes as she felt herself being lead to the bench. Leaning over pulled on the rope harder then she had expected, she began taking shallow breathes in attempt to keep air in her lungs while she felt her legs pulled up and the rope winding down.

The Table, Part Four

As she felt the hand slide up her thigh and leave her body, she whimpered. Her chin lifted while lips pressed against hers, soft sensual lips. Then a thick cigar was slid under her nose. She breathed in its woodsy sent.

She was helped to stand then lead to a large brown leather chair. As she sat down,two hands on her thighs pushed her legs open, her hands then placed on the arm rests.

"I want you to keep your eyes closed once I take off this blindfold." the voice was soft but strong. Once removed she lowered her head and kept her eyes closed.

The cigar was once more placed near her nose, then slid down her neck, over her shoulder and in between her breasts.

"Push your breasts together." She moved her hands up and gathered her large breasts, holding them together out in front of her. The cigar slipped in between them. Slowly in and out.

To be continued.

The Beginning Part 2

He stood behind her and put his hand on the base of her spine. He could feel her whole body tense up. He smiled and leaned over whispering in her ear “You would look beautiful with your behind all welted up, red and warm to the touch.”

She could feel her knees start to shake and get weak.

“Yes you would look lovely but today I have other plans for you.” She could hear him undo his belt with a whoosh. Suddenly the belt connected with her backside. She bucked forward but kept her hands on the desk.

“Though you never know what I might do at any moment.” He said,“turn around and get on your knees.”

She spun around and dropped to the floor, legs spread apart and her head tilted up.

“Very good, now I have a treat for you,” He said as he began to unzip his pants, “take it.”

She reached up with both hands to stroke him. Then she leaned in to take him into her mouth. Sliding her tongue around the tip then sucking hard. She reached up to cup his balls with one hand. She waited to hear him moan so she could continue. He made no sound. She looked up and he nodded for her to continue. She moved her head slightly to the side so that she could take him to the back of her throat.

He reached one hand to her hair to hold her still while his cock was pressed into her face. She could feel his balls against her chin and realized she couldn't breathe well. Slowly he used her hair to move her back and forth, fucking her face. She tried not to struggle, concentrating on tightening her mouth around his cock.

“Yes I can use you anyway I want. Remember that.” He pulled her away from him by her hair and let her catch her breath. As he stared down at the her watery eyes, smiled and zipped his pants.

“Up, get on top of my desk on your knees,” He ordered her. She moved as quickly as she could to position herself correctly. She felt the cool air against her wet lips. Spreading her legs wider, she waited. Time seemed to stand still.

He watched her, her thighs were coated. He ran his hand up her leg around her backside then forcing his fingers inside of her. She braced herself against the desk, she wanted to buck back against his hand but knew that wouldn't help her.

With his free hand he reached back and smacked her ass. The surprise assault nearly knocked the wind out of her. As he worked his fingers in and out, he continued to spank her harder.

“You like that, don't you?” He said sternly. There was no reason to answer, the harder the hits the closer she came to cumming. “Don't even think about it.” She bite her lip and tried to slow her breathing.

The Beginning Part One

The Beginning Part 1

Slowly she walked up to the door, she could hear him inside, typing. The floor creaked on her last step and the typing stopped. She held her breath, unsure if she was ready or not. With one big gulp she raised her hand to knock but he said “Come in.” right before she could. She pushed open the door and started to walk in.

“Stop.” he said. He pushed back his chair and looked at her thoughtfully.
“Take off your shoes.”

Taken back a bit, she leaned over to pull off her shoes and placed them out in the hallway, unsure of what to do next.

“Come in and close the door.”

She walked inside, closed the door then waited.

“Good girl. Now come stand in front of my desk.” He leaned back in his chair.

Standing in front of his desk she felt completely vulnerable. She was in his world now.

“I want you to take off your clothes, slowly and keep your eyes on me.” His voice never faltered.

Watching his eyes as she started to undress was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Shyness threatening to creep up made her want to hide under his desk, though she was sure he'd allow her under there at some point. Pulling the shirt over her head, then bending slightly to push off her pants, she kept her eyes on him the whole time. Standing there in only her black bra and panties,she paused.

“What are you waiting for, I said all.” He sat straight up in his chair. “You have until the count of three to finish what I asked you. 1. 2.”

Knowing damn well she didn't want to find herself at the end of 3 she tossed off the last two pieces of clothing quickly.

“You will learn not to doubt me.” He said as he stood up. He walked over to her standing in the middle of his office, completely uncovered in every way.

“Do not move.” She was getting figedity from being nervous. She stood straight and looked ahead. Hoping that by avoiding his eyes she would be able to stop moving.

“I didn't say stop looking at me.” He said softly as he stood in front of her. He could see the worry in her eyes. “Oh don't look so scared. You'll end up enjoying this.” He smiled at her. She wished she could relax.

He ran his hand through her hair, leaning in to smell her. He then ran his hand down the front of her, over her breasts down to between her legs. Quickly shoving a finger inside to see how wet she was.
She immediately tried to close her legs tighter. He raised his left hand and swatted her behind, quick and painful.



“Do not ever try to stop me from touching you. No matter where.” He voice was like steel.

Her eyes became very wide as she tried desperately to relax her body.

He enjoyed the sight of her inner turmoil. She wanted to hide away so badly. He wished she could see just how beautiful she was in such a state. Perhaps another time he would record their time together for her.

“Place your hands on my desk, lean over and spread your legs apart.” He said as he pushed her forward.

The Beginning Part 2

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