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Brandt As we walked into the living room, Moe muted the TV. Roberta must have spoken with him about the conversation we were about to have. It makes sense that she would have him here and speak to him first. Even if they had a D/s contract, she still has a life outside of that, that she has to live. Usually, personal life is not addressed in such matters unless it directly affects what happens behind closed doors, as they say. In this case, it doesn't, but she allows Moe into her home and life on a regular basis, as if she perceives him as a boyfriend. That is not unsual either and, in most cases, perfectly normal. For many, the intimate act of having sex or sexual relations begets relationships. For others, they are able to keep personal feelings out of the equation altogether. I found myself to be such a person, until I met Honey less than a week ago. I thrived on the control of a submissive, with no serious emotions. Now I can't wait to include my feelings in a relationship. We ge
Brandt I arrived at Honey's right on time. I was so eager to see her that I forgot to stop to get her a gift. She was killing me in another pair of short shorts that hugged her tight ass. I know she did it for me. Her T-shirt hung loose around her but went into a deep V, showing me the tops of her ripe breasts. She was ready for me. She was inviting me, practically begging me to touch her just with her actions alone. I wasn't going to disappoint her. First, I needed to ask about Brody. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him, but I know he is important to Honey. "How's Brody's arm? What did the doctor say yesterday?" I bombarded her with questions so she wouldn't think too much about what would be happening later. I heaved a sigh of relief to be back in her presence. "I can't remember if I told you that the doctor was waiting for the swelling to go down. Yesterday, he did another x-ray. He has decided not to do surgery as Brody is healing very fast, probably because of his youn
Honey"Thank you, Master." I said to Brandt almost breathlessly. Oh my god. I just thanked him for pleasuring me. "Yes, yes, such a good girl, thanking me for your orgasm." He had watched me the whole time, just like he said he would. "I want to try one of your soft limits now, Honey." Brandt said softly. I eyed him in confusion, but he continued. "You spread your legs for me, so fucking good, you little fucking slut." He pulled several fingers through my wetness and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Lick my fingers," I stuck out my tongue hesitantly. "Now suck them." He commanded me, but he wasn't done. "I can't wait to have your aching pussy riding my cock, while I turn you into my cum dumpster." He watched my face carefully. Why was that so fucking hot? Why did I enjoy being degraded? We had talked about it but I wasn't sure I would like it. We both knew I wasn't any of those things but I liked it. I wanted more, as always with him. I writhed and whimpered, and watche
Honey Thursday passed. It was a long day for me because I had school and work. I called Brandt just before I got to work as usual but, very unusually, he didn't answer. I dived right into my job and didn't have time to think too much about it. After work, I called him again. That time he did answer but he blew me off. At least that's how it felt. He was very short, explaining that he couldn't talk. After all the attention he had lavished upon me up to this point, I had a hard time not feeling hurt. When he texted later that night, around 11 p.m, I feigned sleep, if only to myself. Yes, it was petty, but I followed his rules and was still being ignored? Nope, I would ignore him too. The next day being Friday, I got up early, made my lunch, then left for my early shift. If I half expected Brandt to be outside leaning on my car, waiting for me like he was last week, I was sorely disappointed, again. After work, I considered going to the club, to shake things up a bit. It was now going o
BrandtAs I drove to Honey's, I was still trying to figure out how much to tell her. This was the first drama in our relationship. As her Dom, I normally wouldn't bother telling her anything. My private life, outside of the playroom, wouldn't be her business. But this was Honey. For one, I don't want to hide things. Two, she may be submissive, but I don't believe she was one to slough things off. And three? I have a bad feeling she is pissed at not hearing from me yesterday. She has a right to be. Again, if I just wanted a submissive, this would be an entirely different situation. Instead, I brooded. I handled that wrong. In the drama of it all, I decided not to contact her mostly because I didn't know what to say. I know I should have checked in with her. She hasn't tried to contact me at all, so I know something is up. I just have to fix it, fast. I need her to settle me down, calm my nerves. Somehow, I know that she can do that for me. It's just that I may have to soothe her first.
Brandt I had gotten sidetracked on Friday, trying to make it up to Honey. I didn't finish telling her that Quinn had recovered. She would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. I spoke with the sister and explained everything. Well, maybe not in explicit detail, but I think she got the gist of things. Quinn's sister, Natalia, flew in from out of town yesterday, which is why I was able to go see Honey in the afternoon. I didn't stay to meet up with her after our in-depth telephone conversation. Our plan was to meet today at the club. She wanted to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. She felt she would be able to help Quinn better if she understood where she was coming from. I thought that was a great idea, so I alloted some time with her. Then I was going to have Daniel take over. I had plans with Honey that I didn't want to break. The man at the door notified me when she arrived. I entered the lobby to find a stunning
Brandt I had plans. Then I remade those plans. Second guessed myself. Is there such a thing as third guessing one's self? Just because I'm a dominant doesn't mean I have all the answers. Especially not when it comes to Honey. She's not only new to BDSM, but to sex altogether. I totally wanted to rush into things with her. I wanted to feel her under me. I wanted between her legs in the worst way, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wanted Honey so badly but I made promises to her and myself. We both needed for her first time to be special. I was going to make popping her cherry one of the best memories of her life. I was a master at the build-up. Layering sexual tension with arousal, with desire. I'd had some practice, sure, except this time I was way too good at it. So good, I got caught up with it myself. I was so far gone over this girl that I was afraid of being alone with her. No, seriously. I was either going to embarrass myself by blowing my load like it was my first time or I'd ruin
UnknownI couldn't just watch anymore. I had to act. Brandt brought that girl to his house again and I knew it was serious. I decided to scare her off. If she felt threatened, she would choose not to see him any longer, right? I mean what had it been, a week or two? How emotionally invested could they be? Anyway, it makes no difference. I had to make Brandt notice me. I wouldn't be able to do that with her in the picture. It was broad daylight and I was dressed like I belonged in this neighborhood. I just had to make my way around to the unlocked window, which took some finesse. I had subtly moved a couple of the cameras a few days ago so that even if I was caught on film going in the house, they wouldn't be able to get a good look.I found some fresh roadkill earlier that I put in a heavy duty trash bag. I'm not usually such a creep, but I need to make a statement. Dead things make really impactful statements. I had gloves on my hands as I pushed open the window. I was strong and a
AnalieseI could have squealed when Oscar told Ariana to bring Manuel over. That little boy has been in my thoughts a lot lately. He was such a happy baby. I was super excited, and I gave some thought to what we would do while we had him, which would be a few hours at the least. I got out the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the living room floor. Then I used a dry mop on the tile. I was thinking that now we had Coco and Mystic, there was probably unseen animal hair everywhere. I wanted Manuel to be free to crawl around anywhere he wanted. We didn't have any glass furniture or knick-knacks he could break, so we were good on that front.Oscar laughed at me as I scrambled to clean up the floor. He had made himself a post-workout smoothie while I rushed around. I was just putting things away when we heard the knock on the door. Oscar quickly strode to the living room and let Ariana and the baby inside. They hugged, and I stood off to the side with my hands behind my back. I was trying to conc
AnalieseWhen I woke, Oscar was gone from bed. I looked at my phone and saw it was late morning. I needed to pee in the worst way, so I did that first. Oh, my as8s ached. I saw a tube of ointment on the bathroom counter. I know he left that out for me, so I applied it and washed my hands thoroughly. I should jump in the shower, but I wanted to find Oscar.I moseyed into the living room, and then into the kitchen. He wasn't in the apartment. I was very surprised. He hadn't left me alone like this before, except that one night, but he'd really been here all the time, so I didn't think that counted.I found a note on the counter. He went to the gym. That made sense. He hadn't gone in the last two weeks, and today he was going back to work. He probably wanted to get back on his regular schedule. Since he was obsessed about Dylan, I had to assume that Oscar knew the guy was still in jail. I wasn't worried. I had my Coco. And he'd installed the cameras. I'm sure he was keeping an eye on me
OscarAna looked fuc8king gorgeous in my namesake pose, waiting. So submissive. So curvy. Her creamy skin, marred with marks I put on her. I was rock hard. I stalked closer. The room was so quiet, I could hear the whisper of my jeans rubbing together as I walked. I found the lube in the nightstand drawer and picked up the plug."Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, Fu8ck Toy," I ordered.I'd been thinking of this all night. The plug was made of glass, and it winked in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I was looking forward to seeing it in her, as much as I was about seeing her pretty pus8sy bared to me. I watched her tit8s bounce as she crawled on the bed. I loved those fat jugs. I wanted to give them some attention too, but soon they were out of my sight.I stared at her slit. It was glistening, ready for my co8ck. But not yet. I knelt down behind her and pulled her back to the edge of the bed a little, then I buried my face in her sweet cu8nt. I wanted to taste her, and she nee
AnalieseHaving dinner with my parents was nice. I enjoyed them and their banter. My mom was probably submissive like me, but in the bedroom, which eww, I didn't really want to think about. But outside of the bedroom she had a mind of her own and she gave as good as she got. Which a lot of the time, made for some hilarious conversations.It made me think of what I told Oscar earlier when I caught him on the phone with Mindy. I understood why he called her, and I wasn't threatened by it. I did, however, mean what I said. I'd fu8ck him up if he talked with her again. She couldn't be trusted, and I didn't want her anywhere near him, even it was in his ear. I know she must have said something provacative to him. I would ask another day, when I wasn't a Toy for his pleasure.Oscar was calmer now, back to his old self. He had needed to discipline me and strangely, though I had never known it, I needed said discipline. I very much enjoyed our dynamic. I hoped one day soon he would take me to
OscarI watched Ana sit down gingerly. Satisfaction, pride, and lust, roared within me. She took the plug like a champ. Watching her stretch wide made me feel like an animal. A ravenous beast. Knowing it was inside her now, my di8ck twitched. I willed it not to get hard right now. She needed a rest. My d8ck needed a rest, but it was fired up, knowing she was full of my cu8m in her pretty pus8sy and the plug in her as8s. Divine.Her punishment was done, and I was so fu8cking proud of her. I had spent years imagining all the things I would do to her if I ever got the chance. I had a running tally in my head and I ticked off some of the boxes. I had waited patiently for the day I could punish her for some infraction. Today was my lucky day. I grabbed my junk and squeezed. Ana looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just grinned at her. I made sure she drank some water and had a few Asprin to help with the pain she must be feeling.I'd leave her alone until after dinner at her parent's hous
AnalieseOscar's hands on me ignited a different kind of fire in me. After a few minutes, I started to whine and moan. He was in no hurry though, he just continued to run his hands all over me. My breasts especially. He began to pluck my sore nip8ples, each in turn. I arched in his arms to give him better access. I was enjoying the pain, my pus8sy leaking. He'd gotten naked to swat me and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I'm sure he could also feel me soaking his thigh, but he continued the slow torture.I was impatient, I dared to rub my wetness against him, spreading it on his thigh. Finally, his hand made it down where I needed the most friction. He spread my lips open and easily slid two fingers into my slick, then pushed inside. I started shaking again, for a different reason. I was so close, it would only take a moment and I would climax, but he was still teasing me, ignoring my cl8it.I whined. A low mewling sound erupted from deep in my throat, as I tried to move my lowe
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He