In the Numbers

1    little slut all to me

2    flushed cheeks that must be spanked

3    holes for me to fill

4    fingers that slip so easily in your wet cunt

5    words in “yes sir I am yours”

6    inches the blad to remove you clothes

7    orgasms at least I’ll get from you

8    lashes across your nipples after each orgasm you get

9    metres of rope to bind your limbs

10    minutes of standing naked on display

”Wicked

Humiliation of a shared sub – Introductions (Part one)

The day arrived, her Dom and him had discussed a few guidelines, toys allowed; spanking with the paddle, the nipple clamps, vibrator and candles. No kissing and no penetration unless instructed by her Dom. Finally, her safeword and one for her Dom.

She and her Dom had met him through online mutuals, they chatted on various common interests and he struck up a rapport with them. One day the conversation led to a suggestion of him leading a play scene with her.  Although inside, his heart skipped a few beats at the thought, he was very cautious in coming across as too eager. 

He got the impression that this was something that had been brewing between her and her Dom. He was getting on well with them and was rather cautious of how this would turn out.

That evening he could hardly sleep, his mind replaying conversation and in his imagination the thought of a possible scene with her. After managing a few hours of sleep, he woke with an excitement and an arousal he had not felt in a while. He was not sure if anything was agreed, there was a lot of chat around humiliation and some related fantasies.  Was the offer from her Dom in jest?

He picked up his phone and scrolled through his notifications, looking out for any urgent overnight work matters that needed attention. There was one notification that caught his attention, it was a message from her, “What do you think?”. Were they waiting for an answer, she was waiting for an answer?

He had planned the scene, they would all meet for dinner and then travel together to a BDSM event that she and her Dom occasionally attended. He would have her to play with in one of the private areas under her Dom’s supervision. 

He arrived ten minutes after them at the restaurant as was planned, her and her Dom would have been seated and have had one drink. He walked directly over to the table, ignoring her, he greeted her Dom and extended his hand. Although he did a pretty good job to appear to ignore her, she was not something he could ignore.  His eyes for a brief moment met with hers, he had until now never seen her face. Her elegant posture, an aura of inner beauty, strength and wisdom exuded from her. Just that single glance from her, touched his soul.

“Get yourself together man, this is supposed to be a clean transaction, don’t connect with her” he repeated to himself several times. This was the first time he would have the sub of another Dom to play with. He was already a little nervous and did not need the added complexity and distraction of having a crush on her.

He took out a steel collar and a leather leash from his jacket and handed it to her Dom. Her Dom put the collar around her neck, attached the leash to the D ring. “My good man, she is yours for the evening and please name her as you seem fit. Let’s sit down and have another drink.” her Dom said and almost ceremonially handed him the leash.

There were three chairs equally spaced around the round table. The leash attached to her collar resting across the table to where he held the looped end in his hand, clearly visible to everyone in the restaurant.

She spotted the focus of her Dom shift to the sound of the opening door behind her, his body language immediately becoming more business like. Her heart immediately began beating faster. She was carrying both apprehension and excitement about tonight, things seem to progress really fast from the time she and her Dom casually spoke about giving her to someone else until now, with a Collar around her neck, literally in the possession of him for everyone to see. She could feel every pair of eyes in the restaurant trained on her. All conversation was surely about what a sexual deviant she was.

He was not a pretty boy, but the rugged steely determination about him she found very attractive. All these eyes on her, what would friends and colleagues think of her now? She was so far outside her comfort zone and felt frozen in her seat. Her discomfort turned into a heat traveling throughout her body and igniting her arousal. “Don’t, bite your lip” she kept telling herself while trying to refrain making eye contact with him.

“Look up at, let me see what I have, girl!” he said to her, his voice uncomfortably loud, still very aware of all the eyes focused on her. He felt drawn into her eyes, she seemed to absorb all of his gaze. “She is a special one and dangerous” he thought to himself as he studied her. “I’m expecting you to be a good little sub tonight”. Just as she started to reply, he turned to her Dom and cutting her off saying, “Sir, I am very pleased. I think she will do nicely”. 

The waiter came to the table with their drinks and lingered while looking at her and the leash lying across the table. “Anything you would like to ask?” he says to the waiter. “Oh no sir, please enjoy your drinks, erm, actually, would you like to order food?” the waiter replied. “This is all, can you bring us the bill.” her Dom instructs the waiter. With a quick nod the waiter took off at a rather quick pace.

She could feel the heat from her skin pulsing as she wished she could shrink on the spot and disappear out of sight. “Imagine the gossip” she thought, looking at the waiter disappearing behind the service doors. Every experience of untoward attention on her, she felt her arousal increase. She realised she was pressing hard into her seat trying to counteract her desire that was building. “Imagine leaving a wet patch on the seat or visible on my skirt as I walk out of …” 

Like he was reading her mind, he cut her off again mid thought, “I think it’s time we left.” he said as he got up taking up the slack on the leash.

I’m not finished with you yet

Introduction: This is the third and final part of a short story into a couples early exploration into BDSM. Read part two here, Surprise from exploring limits

It just dawns on me that I had my first in her vigina, fisting is not something which we have spoken about. Perhaps we should for next time. I carefully release my hand which triggers a few residual waves of pleasure that travel throughout her body. 

“I’m not done with you yet” I tell her. It seems words have escaped her as she groans and nods her head. 

I reach out for a nearby towel and wipe my hands. An evil grin spreads across my face. I remember the last time I did this. I tied a knot on the corner of the towl, giving it a little weight and the corner, a slither of fabric that replicates a whip. 

I first lightly dangle the corner and drag it over her tummy, I wonder if this will recall her memory of last time. I let the knot drop on her  pussy. Good she does remember, “Ah you bastard” I hear as she fights against the bond securing her hand together over her head. “Saveword?” I question her. She doesn’t reply.

I fling the towel against her, aiming for the ball of the towel to hit her labia and the corner to flick on her clit. It looks like she’s enjoying this. The third fling strikes its target and stings her clit, “Aah” I hear as her legs shake. 

A sadistic streak comes over me and my arousal ratchets up a notch or three. I increase the intensity of the towel flinging, the pitch of her moans getting higher. Changing pace again, I rub my thumb through the folds of her labia, long deliberate movements teasing her clit. She is still so wet. I need to prepare for my next move, deciding not to rub more lube onto my hands before I turn her around.

I move from between her legs to the side of her continuing the rubbing. I suddenly and quickly flip her over onto her stomach.  Give her a few moments to orientate herself then lifting her waist so that she is resting on her knees with her arse in the air.

“Show me your arse.” I command. “Open your legs”.  Clumsily she obeys. What an erotic site, her lips pink and swollen, a light glinting off a mixture of lube and her own juices. I get more lub and rub it into my hands, I stroke myself a few times.  “Is this pussy ready for my cock” I say as I kneel behind her and press it against her perineum.  She tries to move back toward me to receive my cock. I expect this and let my cock slips up against her anus and between her bum cheeks. We play this game a few times and I move back with a calculated open hand slap on a bum cheek. 

The clap echoes around the room as the outline of my hand forms on the bum. I rum her cheek and slap again, this time a little harder. I feel the heat developing under her skin as I rub it. I apply two slaps to her other bum cheek. They now both have a warm pink glow, I extend my rubbing to behind the back of her thighs and along the outside of her labia. Her pink arse looks so appealing, I’m overwhelmed by lust and need my own satisfaction. Like in autopilot, I take a condom from the bed stand, tear the packet and roll it over my cock. “Time to fuck you”, are the words that leave my mouth as I position and sink just the head in her open pussy. I thrust hard, hearing the slap against her bum. At first pausing between hard thrusts that move her whole body forward each time. Each time I thrust, I circle my thumb around her anus, very tempted to insert the tip of my forefinger.

But my need takes over, she is my fuck toy now, this is all about my pleasure, I pound her with an increasing rythym.   I close my eyes, enjoying all the sensations. A kaleidoscope of colours and shapes explode behind closed eyes, I feel the squirt of semen into the condom and my orgasm grips my balls emptying myself into her.

I quickly pull out and swiftly remove the condom and wipe my penis with the towel. My erection seems to remain, I can see she is near again to orgasm. “More” she moans, “please fuck me more Sir”.

I guide her body to turn back onto her back. “I am going to loosen you bonds and I want you to lean against the headboard. Leave the blindfold on” I say to her. She shifts herslef back and I place a couple more pillows behind her back. I position myself on my haunches in front of her with her legs over my thighs. I put on another condom, “this is for the both of us I say” as I lift myself towards her, sliding my cock inside her again pulling her hips towards me. 

We begin a rhythmic rocking, she is clearly enjoying this but I know it’s not going to be enough for her to orgasm. “Rub your clit” I command her “What?” she replied. “Don’t question just do” I say. I watch her hand find its target, I can’t help but notice how different she touches herself to how I would. 

I look at her watching her body as her orgasm builds, I reach over and slide off her blindfold. It takes a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light and I keep my gaze fixed on hers. I increase the rocking as the pace of her hands increased. “Come for me” I say, which seems to push her over the edge, she tilts her head back and lets out a deep grown.  

I pull her towards me, we rollover and end up with her head on my chest. “Now we’re done” I say, as we laugh together.

Surprises from exploring limits

Introduction: This is the second part of a short three part story into a couples early exploration into BDSM. Read the first part here, Exploring BDSM

The energy in the room, the excitement building and desire fully aroused. My nervous energy changed to focus. Climbing on the bed next to her, this beautiful object of my desire and instrument to play to the tune of my command.

I kiss her on her lips and immediately withdraw, she lifts her head to continue the contact . “More she moans”. “In my time”,  my reply muffled as I savour her breasts. Her skin feels warm, its aroma sharpening my focus. As my lips travel down her from her sternum over her belly , her hold body squirms, desperate for more of my touch. She struggles briefly against the bonds on her wrists.

I move in between her legs holding her ankles further apart. I know she feels shy and vulnerable in this position. “Good girl” I say preempting her vulnerability, providing her comfort and security under my control. My hands move together over her shins up to the edge of her knickers, back again on the inside of her thighs. Her hips buck up, disappointed not to get the stimulation she is craving.  I do this again, enjoying watching the torment playout in her body.

I press my hand into her mound, I feel the lacey fabric pressback into my fingers as she searches for more pressure. She feels warm and moist. “Are you ready for me to use you?” A calmness decent over her and there’s a change to her aura, “Yes sir, please take what you want”. 

Tingles flow over my body, for a moment I lose focus. We never spoke about how to reference each other. A force builds up inside me, I feel strong, I feel in control. “I’m pleased” is all I say with a firm tone. 

I torment her a further by running my fingers along the edges of her knickers on the inside of her thighs. The smell of her arousal reaches my nose. My heart beats faster, it feels like a heat radiate from my hands.I move the crotch of her knickers aside exposing her pussy and a moan escapes from her lips. I pause for a moment watching her as she feels her exposure to the cool air. 

I put two fingers against her and with minimal force slips inside burying my finger tips.I move them slowly up and down on the inside of her outer labia. “So so wet already”, I think out loud. “You do this to me” is the unexpected response I hear her say. “Don’t speak, I want you to focus on your body how it feels and to follow where it takes you” I reply.

I wrap my fingers around the crotch of her knickers. I focus and position my arm and with a swift pull, I rip her knickers off. She was not expecting this and it gives her a fright.  By the tone of her moan I know she’s slipped deeper into her submission. 

I reach over the bottle of lube and squeeze some out taking a few moments for it to heat up in my hands. Using both hands I rub the lube from the inside her thighs up to her lower abdomen, my fings free flowing through the folds of her labia. I repeat this with deliberate, firm and slow motions. After a few repetitions, I let a single random finger sink into her vigina. Every other motion I circle her clit. I can sense the start of an orgasm is building. I mix it up again massaging her labia with my thumbs. 

I change things up again, I fight the urge to remain quiet and manage to say “Trust me and remember our safe word. I am very pleased with you and god, you’re feeding my soul.” I I tell her, I slip three fingers inside her, with my forefinger and index finger rubbing against her g-spot. After every few thrusts of my fingers, I press a little deeper. Her breathing deepens and she opens her legs further apart , an unspoken signal of submission. I insert 4 fingers, my hands still lubricated by the earlier massaging, but most of the lubrication coming from her arousal that seems to increase and moans intensify. 

I am so aroused at this point, desire to bury my cock inside the wet pussy, me surrendering to the lust in me pounding her and pounding her for my pleasure, until I finally explode. 

I keep my focus on the volume of her moaning that pushes me further. The knuckle of my little finger is now covered , her vigina feels tight but relaxed, giving way a little more with each thrust of my hand. I realise that my whole hand is just about inside her vigina. A darkness descends over my mind, “Trust me, safeword” I growl.

Her orgasm seems near, I apply slightly more pressure on her clip with my thumb as shange the trusting of my fingers to rotate my hand inside her. I fold my thumb in between my fingers and apply a little more downward pressure. She exhales a deep breath, she pulls against her bond as she pushes up against my hand with more force that I’m pushing down. My hand disappears inside her. I feel wrapped around my wrist, a sensation my mind finds hard to process.

I slowly rotate my wrist keeping the outside of my thumb against her g-spot. My other hand pressed against her lower belly and exaggerating her feeling of being filled up, my thumb slowly circles against her clit. Her moans now sounding primal, her breathing rapid. 

Her body tenses and shakes as her orgasm explodes deep inside her sending waves of pleasure reverberating across her body.

I’m not finished with you yet (part three) available here: I am not finished with you yet

Exploring BDSM

Introduction: This is part one of a short three part story into a couples early exploration into BDSM

We arranged to meet in the afternoon at my hotel. We had been frantically exchanging texts all day, each of us saying how much we can’t wait to get our hand on each other. It had been weeks since our last meeting.

We arrange to meet in the hotel bar. I have an excited nervousness about me and find a couple of spare chairs near the window. I order drinks for us. A black cab stops outside and she climbs out , a minute later she enters the bar. 

I always laugh at us each time we meet, so nervous and polite, a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Where is reality we want to, what we really need to do is rip each other’s clothes off right there on the spot.

We sit down and each take a sip of our drinks, some polite chit chat, exchanging the events of our day so far.  I pluck up the courage to tell her the plan I have for the afternoon. “I have something planned for you today.” I say. Immediately I see a nervous yet excited expression on her face. I ask her if I can tie her hands and feet to the bed and blindfold her. She agrees and my heart begins to beat faster with excitement.

“Go to the room, you will find instructions on the bed.” She laughed , got up quickly and gave me a kiss before leaving for the room. I waited, bursting with excitement and wondering how long I should wait.

I had prepared the room with the bed turned down with scattered rose petals and champagne in the ice bucket. The note read “undress to your knickers and wait on the bed for me”. I realised I was not explicit on exactly how I wanted her to wait for me and that we had never spoken over the details.

After 5 minutes, I thought it was long enough and headed to the room. Double checking I had the spare key card in my jacket pocket and I headed for the lift.

Making my way to the room, I felt like a teanager with a guilty look on my face and was sure that those I passed in the lift and corridor knew what I was up to. 

I slid the keycard into the door and pushed it open. I could see her head poking out from under the covers. I chuckled to myself noting that this was not exactly what I had in mind and made a mental note to be more explicit on how she was to wait next time. 

“I was getting cold and I climbed under the covers, oh and the petals were cute” she said as I approached the bed. I lingered walking around the edge of the bed keeping my gaze directed at her. I took off my jacket and placed it over the back of a chair where she had folded and placed her clothes. I picked up her bra and brought it to my face, inhaling deeply. It smelt of her and her perfume, I felt a rush running through my body. She blushed.

I walked towards the side of the bed where she was lying, unbuttoning my shirt and sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached over to touch me, “No touching” I instructed her with a firm tone. As I bent over to remove my shoes and socks, I could feel her squirming under the covers.

I stand up and smile “I need to inspect you” I say as I peel back the covers exposing her top body, her nipples already pink and hard. 

“Get in under the covers with me, it’s cold” she protests. “Nope” is my response as I pull the covers further back revealing her lacy black knickers. She covers her breasts with one hand and rests the other over her tummy. 

“Don’t be shy now, put your arms at your side.” I tell her as I lift her feet above the covers and spread her legs apart.

“Mmmm, let me look at you” I said and I could see how self conscious she was, her cheeks and chest flushed dark pink. “Very nice, I really like what I see. Good girl.” 

“This is my plan, I will blindfold you then bind your hands together over your head. In addition to what we have discussed before, today I am using a water based lubricant. I will be pressing on the rim of your anus, with no insertion.   “I trust you” she says with a smile.

Surprises from exploring limits (part two) available here, Surprises from exploring limits

Hard times when working from home

[WORK FROM HOME FICTION]

Is it professional respect, sexual chemistry or even both? We seem to be talking quite a bit recently, enough to make me wonder if there’s more to this interaction. After three weeks in the new role and all there required manager orientation, certain themes stand out loud and clear; no fraternizing with staff! No after work drinks hookups, no closet room rendezvous or photocopier explotes. Nothing without notification of HR.

Is not the forbidden not always the most tempting. 

With all the rushing about, arranging staff to work from home and supporting the wider business to do the same, time has been a blur. All kinky thoughts and fantasies fading into the same blur.

With things settling down, team meetings all virtual including afternoon tea breaks, a familiar feeling returns. Daily one on one checkings, that glint in their eye and that warm tone in their voice. Surely this is more than work related engagement and team mate check-ins, my imagination goes into overdrive.

It’s still dark, early in morning and I wander over to my impromptu home office catching up on the overnight activity. I sit down wearing a t-shirt and boxers chuckling to myself about my work from home attire. An hour later, I think that I need to get ready for the day and get dressed or at least put trousers on.

A familiar ping echos from my computer speakers, it’s them. “Hey, how are you today? Do you have a few minutes to join me for a virtual coffee x”. 

Is that a kiss? I should not answer. I do. “Hi, sure, I’m just about to get some :-)”. A telepresence alert pops up on the screen, I accept. My heart races, I can barely let out an audible “Hi”. They pop up in front of me, slightly messy hair which is tied up, loose fitting jumper, and a steaming mug displaying the words “up for it” with a big arrow pointing to the rim of the mug. 

My mind screamed “THIS IS DANGEROUS TERRITORY!!!”, it was too late. I had to shift my position, the fabric of my boxers under strain as my body lost all control to this brooding temptation. 

Reaching into my boxers and stroking the building desire, is akin to rubbing the lamp and letting loose the genie. It takes all my focus to keep the genie under some measure of control, all I wish for is that my conversation continues with some coherence and the movement of my hand not giving my actions away.

“Catch you later”, click and the call is ended, however the genie is far from sated. “This is the last time, OK” I lie to myself before seeing to the need and taking things properly in hand. 

Image from #SinfulSunday post
Masturbation Monday

Car Park Liaisons

Car Park Liaisons

This story was partly prompted by a tweet from @_floss_84  where in the following thread someone had mentioned that they had never has sex in a car. That plus a few other ideas which had been rummaging around in my head. So here you go, please enjoy.

Content warning: Fictional account involving unprotected, consensual sex between two adults within school premises.


 

“Tea, coffee or a wine?” the receptionist offered as she passed me a name tag. “Tea please”, I replied, I’ve never got used to wine on offer at parent’s evenings.

I raised the cup to my lips and scanned the foyer. My eyes making contact with a pair of beautiful brown eyes framed in dark rimmed glasses. Holding our gaze we exchange smiles and head off in different directions.

Maths, English, Computing Science, Biology, Geography and Music tonight. Expecting the usual generic feedback and keeping the visit with the CS teacher as brief as possible. I can’t usually tell if she is flirting or just friendly.

After Maths and English, I pass Brown Eyes in the hall and let out a nervous “Hi”, trying to catch her name tag. Unsuccessful, I take a seat waiting for the CS teacher.

Well that was a little awkward I’m sure she was flirting. Then Brown eyes and I bump into each other, both waiting next on the same Biology teacher. “Hello again” I say with a slight stammer, I feel my heart racing and a flush over my cheeks.

“I think she fancies you” is the reply from Brown Eyes. “Beg your pardon?” I respond with an awkward smile. “The CS teacher, she fancies you” she says. “Oh no, you think so, no can’t be.” I say protesting a little too much. “Absolutely does” she laughs. I sense a mix of confidence and a coy shyness, an attract mix of contradictions in Brown Eyes.

She touches her hair placing some behind her ear then fiddling with the lapel of her jacket. I try to catch her name tag. Leigh is all I can see, the rest obscured by her jacket. “Hi, I’m Robin. I’ve not seen you at at a school function before?” I say offering her my hand. “My name is Leigh, this is my first event. My daughter recently joined as a border, I live in London”, said Brown Eyes as she took my hand.

“Brown Eyes, I want to devour your lips and ravage your body.”   Where the hell did that come from, I hope I did not say that out loud. Phew, she is not looking shocked and still here, that must have just been in my head.

I lose track of time as we exchange pleasantries and the usual parent chat. “Next please!”, an assertive call from the Biology teacher brings my focus back to the activities in the hall. “You go first”, Brown Eyes says indicating to me as she touches my arm.

Other than a couple more smiles exchanged in passing, I finish talking to the music teacher and make my way out of the hall trying to catch a last glimpse of Brown Eyes. By this time my imagination is in overdrive, Brown eyes and I had not only reached 4th base but had started the sixth inning. “Calm yourself down man!” I instruct myself, “this is a school night and she is a parent, forget this nonsense!”

As I make my way out of the foyer, I hear “Robin! did you get her number”. There is Brown Eyes with teasing glint in her eye as she searches for her car keys in her handbag. “When do you head back?” I ask. “Tomorrow, after I drop my work’s Edinburgh pool car off “.

We head off in the same direction, continuing our chat from earlier pausing at her car.  A few other parents pass us by and my imagination continues to torment me. Thoughts of pulling her into me, running my hand up the back of her leg, up under her dress, taking a handful of her arse.

The space between us slowly absorbs over time, gazes into those brown eyes linger longer and longer. Looking around, our cars are the last remaining. l glance at my watch, 20 minutes, wow, it feels like 5 minutes max.

“I shouldn’t keep you, it’s getting late” I say to Brown Eyes. “Robin, it has been nice to meet you, I’m sure I will see you around” she replies. We kiss on the cheek as is the polite convention.

The fragrance of her perfume catches my nose, we linger on the second kiss. I feel her hands gently squeeze my arms. I pull back slightly look into her eyes and kiss her on the lips. The next few moments a blur, her hands under my jacked, fingers pressing into my back. One of my hands with a fistful of her hair the other a handful of her arse.

A taste of white wine and lip-gloss as her tongue thrusts against mine. “Lei…” is all I can manage. What began as friendly chemistry was a raging furnace, any inhibitions and sensibilities vaporised. Our bodies locked together our hips in a seductive dance craving release.

I open the car back door and we fall onto the seat. In a moment of clarity, I’m pleasantly surprised by the spaciousness and comfort of the space. The air is filled with leather, air freshener, need, desire and sex.

Brown Eyes tosses her glasses onto a front seat, straddles me and begins to loosen my belt. I pull her closer to me, our cheeks touching, I whisper into her ear, “Leigh, contraception … I don’t…”. She kisses me and moans ” implant Nexpla…”.

Emboldened by the moment I say “Brown eyes, tell me what you want”. “I want you now.” she whispers. “Tell me what you want me to do to you”, I growl. “I want you cock to fill my cunt”. The crude words unlocked a release, her eyes darkened revealing a primal lust. I reached between her legs grabbing the gusset of her nickers, my knuckles and be back of my hand wet as they brushed against her vulva. The fabric tore with little resistance as I ripped my hand back.

“You ready for me Brown Eyes”, I commanded rhetorically as I slipped my forefinger into her wet sex. I feel her vagina contract in response. “Yes, I am ready she whimpered”. I positioned my cock and she slides onto me letting out a moan as she takes my length and I filled her up.

She rocks up and down lost to her lust. Sensations of electricity consumed all my nerve endings as I exploded inside of her. She continues to chase her release, with a muffled screech and she collapses onto my chest.

She scoots over as I do up my trousers and climbs out the car. I follow her out and kiss her. Our shared glance exchanges all the excuses and justifications of what just took place.

“Leigh, I’ll …” she puts her finger on my lips and with a warm smile says, “These brown eyes will see you next parent’s evening you CS flirt”.

I hold the driver’s door for her as she gets in and give her a wave as she drives off.

Oh well that’s a first, a first time in school. First of more?

in car