Friday, March 17, 2017

Fetish

"Hidden Truth" will be back Next Week. For now, here is a story I blogged before. 

Fetish


He walked circles around me trying to decide what he wanted to do with me. I sat there silently waiting for him to make up his mind. I had my preference but it was his decision.
To the right there was a small table that held elements of a punishment and he was deciding on one. I tried not to stare too hard at the one I wanted.
 It was not my decision.
I was afraid he would spite me and choose a different one.
Finally he stopped circling me and approached the small wooden table. I watched as his fingers grazed each object and wondered what it would be.
Suddenly he grabbed the handcuffs and an object that made me shiver. Nipple clamps. Though I loathed nipple clamps, he always found some way to give me intense pleasure while he used them.
He approached me then slowly disappeared behind me. My heart began to race with anticipation. He forcefully grabbed my arms and he pinned them behind me. My skin pressed into the back of the wooden chair.
My wrist stung as he slapped handcuffs on me securing me to the chair. To make me feel safe he kissed me softly on my shoulder. He walked around the chair to face me. Then he was on his knees in front of me. With a kiss on my lips he calmed me but to show me he still had the power he squeezed my nipples while his lips still held onto mine.
I cried out but my cries were muffled by his kiss. His tongue probed my mouth searching for something he would never fine.
He moved back and reached down on the floor beside him and grabbed the nipple clamps. One by one he placed them on my nipples. The pain was excruciating but I just took deep breaths waiting for the pleasure to begin. With the nipple clamps on, he stood and moved back to the table. He reached for the wooden paddle and smacked it against his hand. The sound it made brought me back to my memories and my pussy began to leak as I continued to reminisce. One more smack and I was slapped back into reality.
He approached me and fell back to his knees in front of me. He began to slowly drag the paddle across my thighs. The wood of the paddle was cold and caused me to shudder. He only smiled about that. His goal was to punish and that is what he intended to do. I watched as his hands swung back the paddle make contact with my inner thigh. The pain rippled throughout my body and I cried out trying to cover myself and realizing my hands were still cuffed.
He swung again and made contact with the other thigh stinging the sensitive skin. My nipples were throbbing and now my thighs were feeling the intense pain. I struggled a bit trying to free myself from the chair. He laughed and told me I wasn’t going anywhere. He continued to spank and mercilessly beat my thighs until tears roll down my face and I was begging him to stop.
Begging was the key.
He liked it when I begged.
He dropped the paddle and leaned into me. His head dropped down and he brought his mouth between my legs. I watched as his tongue made contact with my inner thighs. His wet tongue soothes the burning and left my pussy so wet the throbbing in my vagina was much more painful than my thighs or my nipples.
After soothing my thighs, his focus went back to my nipples and his mouth  enclosed one over the small clamps. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he followed suit with the other nipple. His tongue draw circles around the throbbing bud.
Suddenly he moved away and the air hit the wetness he left on my nipples and I shivered. He stood and walked back over to the table. He grabbed a very large black dildo and came back over to me.
He got on his knees in front of me.
He parted my thighs wider to give him more access.
I waited for what he had in store for me. He dipped his head down and my body reacted violently to the first contact of his tongue to my clit. He lapped at my juices and the loud moans that hit my ears sounded like they were coming from somewhere else. He didn’t stop. His tongue drew circles on my clit and then he plunged it deep into my wet hole.
I was tortured by the fact that I couldn’t reach out and touch him. Then he was pleasuring me with the dildo. He pushed it in deep as his tongue finished the pressure on my clit. I could fill a massive orgasm building and it shook my body to the core
He knew my body and what was to come. He continued to fuck me with the dildo until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I exploded on him covering him, the chair and the floor with my cum. He didn’t seem fazed. He was used to it. He stood and walked to the other side of the room for a towel.
He was prepared.
He cleaned himself off and then gently cleaned me off wiping down my legs. Still recovering from a massive orgasm, I felt him unlocking my handcuffs and releasing my wrists. I pulled my arms around and hugged myself and continued to sit while my legs recovered. He released my nipples as well and placed all his tools of pain and pleasure back on the table.
I stood and without a word walked over to my clothes and redressed. Once done, I reached into my purse and pulled out a neatly folded bulk of bills. I handed the money to him and he smiled.
“Same time next week?”

I nodded and rushed out the door without a word trying to get home to my husband and kids.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Hidden Truths: Part 6 - Encounters

“WHAT?” I yelled over the loud music.
“CAN I BUY YOU A DRINK?” he screamed back.
I shook my head.
I had enough to drink for the evening. Plus I could tell this guy wanted more than just to buy me a drink.
He was tall, with dark skin and bald with muscles to spare. His smile would probably send shivers down any woman’s spine. He had been eyeing me from across the club for awhile. My friend Melinda encouraged me to go over and check him out. I declined. She left me to for the dance floor while I stayed behind drinking myself into oblivion.
That’s when apparently chocolate muscles guy decided to approach me.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked moving closer so I could hear him better.
I just shook my head again. He moved uncomfortably closer.
“C’mon, just one dance.”
“No, thank you,” I replied turning back around in my seat taking a sip of my drink.
“Fine then, BITCH! I was doing you a favor,” he said storming off onto the crowded dance floor.
I laughed.
That rude son of a bitch was one reason why I hated dating. I politely turned him down and I get called a bitch! Unbelievable! I finished my Jack Daniels and coke and headed for the dance floor. I needed to find Melinda and Taylor and let them know I was out of here. Chocolate muscle-head guy was the last straw. I didn’t want to be here anyway. I only came because Melinda and Taylor were right. I needed to get over Rocco and quick.
Every since he called it quits or rather asked for some space, I’ve been pretty down. I didn’t completely understand how much I cared about him until he was gone. It didn’t’ t do me any good to mope around pining for him. He didn’t want me so I needed to move on.
Because of that, I let my friends talk me into going out to the club with them tonight. I found out quickly how big of a mistake that was. I spent most of the time turning down desperate men and knocking back drinks.
I stumbled through the crowd of people until I found Melinda. She was grinding on some tall white boy whose hands seemed to travel all over her body. Her bright red hair was matted to her face from the sweat.
“Melinda!” I yelled.
She didn’t hear me. She continued to dance swinging her hair smacking the poor guy in the face. I moved closer and grabbed her arm.
“Melinda!”
She turned to look at me. Her eyes were bloodshot and pale skin was almost translucent.
“Anna,” she began. “Let’s dance!” She grabbed my hands and began to lead me.
“Melinda, no,” I said snatching my hands from hers. “I’m ready to go home. Where is Taylor?”
“She and Jake are in the VIP area,” she said pointing toward the back of the room. I could barely see where she was pointing through the throngs of people.
“Anna, you should stay. Next round is on me.”
I shook my head and waved goodbye to her. The last thing I needed was more drinks. I needed to get out of this club before I vomited all over their nice floor. I weaved through the crowd in the direction Melinda pointed searching for the VIP area.
I broke through the mesh of people to find a few roped off areas that were shaded by closed curtains. I interrupted a lot of people pulling open curtains looking for Taylor and Jake. I was hoping that one of them would be sober enough to drive me home. We would have to just drag Melinda out with us. Can’t leave a man behind.
I pulled back a curtain and found Taylor and her boyfriend Jake making out. Taylor’s tube top was pulled down to her waist and Jake was pleasuring himself while he sucked on her breasts.
“I didn’t know this was a sex club,” I commented.
They both jumped up. Taylor pulled up her top and Jake stuffed himself back into his pants. I was too drunk to even appreciate what I had seen.
“Anna,” she said. “You scared us shitless.”
I laughed as I walked over and plopped down on the leather couch. Taylor sat down next to me.
“Dude, you are so wasted,” she said.
I laughed and settled into the cushions.
“Please tell me one of you is sober enough to drive me home,” I said.
They looked at each other, and then they burst into laughter.
“Why don’t you call a Lyft car?” Jake asked me.
“Because I hate being plastered in a car with a stranger. I’m paranoid about that.”
Jake grabbed his phone.
“Look, I have a friend I know and trust that can give you a ride home. I was going to call him if I
needed a ride. He can take you home.”
I saw him put the phone to his ear then walk out of between the curtains. I assumed he was going outside because he wouldn’t be able to hear anything in this place.
I lay back on the couch and listened to the music. Before long I was sound asleep.

Sunlight pierced through the deep blue drapes covering the windows. I moved to sit up but was stopped by a striking pain. My head hurt way too much for any sudden movements. My stomach felt raw as well.  I rolled over in the bed and tried to escape the sunlight when it hit me.
My bedroom does not have blue drapes.
I tried to sit up but was hit with another jolt of pain and the realization…I was not in my own bed!
I squinted my eyes and let them dart around the room as best as they could. I tried to determine where I was and how much danger I was in. After a thorough scan I realized I had been in this bedroom before. I felt relief and confusion.
Suddenly the door swung open and in walked Rocco carrying a glass of water. He approached the bed with a smile on his face.
“Good morning my hung-over beauty. How did you sleep?”
I had way too many questions to ask. I couldn’t worry about how well I slept. Like, how the fuck did I end up in Rocco’s bed?
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked placing my hand over my eyes shielding them from the stream of light.
“Well, Jake called me and asked me to come and pick you up. He and Taylor were hammered but they still wanted to stay and party with Melinda.”
I had no memory of that. The last thing I could recall was sitting on the couch in the VIP room and then…nothing.
“That still doesn’t explain why I am here.” I said.
He chuckled.
“I came into the club, after I had to pay their stupid cover charge, and found you passed out on a couch in the back. I carried you to my car and then here to my place.
“Why not take me home?”
He shook his head.
“I didn’t want to leave you there alone. You might have died or something.”
“Well, that’s optimistic,” I said still covering my eyes.
He sat down on the bed next to me.
“You didn’t see how drunk you were or remember how much you vomited. I almost took you to the hospital.”
I felt terrible all around. My head ached, my body hurt and I was embarrassed. I hated that Rocco had to see me that drunk. It was partially his fault. He just cut me off. He couldn’t take that I had feelings for him. Now he was here watching over me like he cared about my well-being.
“Why did you come? You made it clear you were done with me.”
He reached out and placed his hand on my leg.
“I made it clear that we needed some time apart. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t help you when you needed me.”
I sighed.
I didn’t want to admit I drank because I thought I had completely lost him.
“Here,” he said grabbing the glass off the table. “ drink this water. You’re going to need it.”
I drank the water then lay down on the bed. Before long I was fast asleep.

I awoke to find Rocco laying in bed next to me. He was laying on his side facing me eyes closed. I had to take note of how gorgeous he was. Not only that, he was smart, funny and very sexy. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at him wishing he felt about me the way I feel about him.
My head was feeling better yet my stomach felt raw and empty. I needed food and something else to drink. Yet, I didn’t want to wake him with my movements so I just laid there and watched him. I realized it was now dark in the room. There was no more sunlight. I sat up slowly and looked at the clock on his side table.
7:25pm.
Wow, I had slept the entire day away.
I lay back down and continued to watch him. He looked so peaceful. I had an immense urge to kiss him. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I pulled back and watched as a smile crossed his face.
“Sneaking a kiss?” he asked opening his eyes.
I didn’t say a word. I just leaned over again to kiss him again. This time he kissed me back. We kissed for awhile our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I was still fully clothed in my black backless dress. Rocco helped me undress kisses and licking exposed skin as he did. When he was done he undressed himself while I watched with my mouth watering.
I still wasn’t feeling all that great. It didn’t matter, however. I wanted to make love to him no matter what. He wanted me at that moment as much as I wanted him. He hungrily kissed me and I slipped my fingers into his hair. His kisses were full of unbridled desire.
He climbed between my legs as we continued to kiss. Then his lips left my mouth and made a trail down my body stopping when it reached my breast taking a nipple inside.
“Ohhh…,” I moaned as his tongue circled one nipple while his fingers teased and pinched the other. Through the pleasure, I couldn’t help but to think about my feelings and whether I was just falling back into the trap of just being his booty-call and nothing more. Was I leading myself right into the arms of heartache?
He slipped his fingers between my legs and those thoughts, for the moment, washed away. He moved them in and out of me driving me crazy. His tongue continued to lap at my nipples and taking as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. I couldn’t take much more. His fingers were playing dangerously close to my g-spot and I could feel my orgasm rising.
He suddenly stopped his exploration inside of me. He slid down until his head was between my legs. His tongue made contact with my clit and I came hard feeling the vibrations from my head to my toes.
He took his time to put on a condom before he entered me. His movements weren’t rushed or hurried. He wanted to take his time slowly pulling out then sliding back in deep.
“Ohh…” we moaned in unison.
He made loved to me slowly grinding while we kissed. When he came he groaned burying his face into my neck. I held him tight as I came again. It wasn’t as powerful as the first but my legs were shaking after it.
We lay that way, him on top of me and my legs and arms wrapped around his waist, for awhile.
Finally, I spoke.
“Does this mean you no longer need space?” I asked.
I needed to know where I stood with him. I knew he wasn’t ready or willing to make a commitment despite my desire to be his one and only. I was in deep and wondered is at least he still wanted to be around. He sat up moving his face from my neck.
“Shhh…,” he said. “I’m starving.” He added.
He climbed off me and made sure he didn’t drop the condom as he made his way to the bathroom.
I sighed and sat up. With my head starting to pound again, I leaned against the pillows and folded my arms across my chest.

I wasn’t satisfied with his reply.

Friday, February 24, 2017

The Dominant Teacher: The Hired Submissive's story

"Hidden Truth" will be back Next Week. For now, here is a story I blogged before. 

The Dominant Teacher: The Hired Submissive's story



Joshua Jasper dipped his head and brought his lips down to meet mine. It was obvious how hesitant he was to let himself kiss me. He didn’t want to be the aggressor. He was raised this way. Some women in his life pushed him around so much that he feared what would happen if he demanded what he wanted from them. He was frightened of being a dominant figure in the bedroom.
That’s where I come in.
It was a new experience for him so I let it slide. It was only the first time. I had to let him know that women weren’t fragile creatures. We could handle the punishment and then beg for more. I want him to take control and I knew that with my coaching he would have me kneeling before him as the good little submissive that I needed to be.
We kissed and I let him lead. His tongue gently swirled around mine. I let him do what he pleased until I became inpatient and showed him what needed to be done. My lust overtook me and I pulled him to me and unleashed a tirade of hungry kisses claiming his mouth for my own.
I had no fear of frightening him or scaring him away. If this was too much for him, then I need not waste anymore of my time.  He didn’t back down. He matched my hunger with a burning passion of his own. He buried the fingers of his left hand in my hair while his right hand ever so slightly slid up my thigh until he reached the wetness between my thighs.
He began to gently caress my pussy through my lace panties. I stopped him by breaking our kiss and stepped back.
“Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” I said to him.
He looked taken aback. He just stood there. The wheel in his head was turning just not fast enough for me.
“Give me a command. Treat me like a good little whore and tell me what you want me to do.”
He shook his head.
“I can’t do that.”
“If you don’t demand what you want you will never have it.”
I could see he was considering my statement.
I sighed.
“Tonight I belong to you. You own me and I will not refuse any command you give me. What do you want me to do?”
He swallowed and scratched his head.
“I…I want you to,” He hesitated. “I want you to suck my cock?”
“Is that a question or a demand?” I asked sliding my hands into my panties and using my fingers to play with my clit.
His eyes followed and he licked his lips.
“Suck my cock.” He ordered.
Good Boy, I thought.


“Yes sir,” I said.
I kneeled down in front of him coming face to face with his cock. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I pulled his pants down is legs until they reached his ankle. I did the same with is boxers and then I honored his demand.
I licked and sucked on his cock using every skill I had to make him feel pleasure he had never felt before. I stroked his shaft as I licked the head of his hard dick. His moans filled the room. I added my own knowing how much a man loves to hear you are enjoying yourself as much as he does when you are servicing him.
“Oh Shit!” he exclaimed.
I took so much of him in my mouth that I gagged a little which turned him on more.
“More tongue.” He said.
I obliged and swirled my tongue around his shaft while continue to stroke him. I pulled my mouth momentarily from his dick to gently lick his ball. I enjoyed hearing how satisfied he sounded. However, did he tell me to stop sucking his cock?
I stopped suddenly. I pulled back and sat on my heels. He looked upset, confused and lost all at the same time.
“What…why did you stop?”
“I did something you didn’t tell me to do?” I simply stated.
“I don’t understand.” He said running his fingers through his hair.
“I was sucking your cock and then I stopped to suck your balls. You said nothing.”

He had to learn.
“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking my balls and you stopped.”
I smirked.
“Then tell me what to do.”
I stood from my kneeling position and brushed off my knees.
“Like I said, if you want something you need to demand it. Put me in my place. “
I turned away from him.
“I think I’m wasting my time.” I said walking over to the couch and began to collect my clothing, a flogger, a pair of handcuffs and other elements of torture and pleasure I had with me.
Suddenly I felt hands grab me from behind and jerk me backwards.
“I didn’t tell you to go anywhere. We are not done.”
I turned and looked at him.
“Oh yeah?”
He shoved me and I fell onto the couch.
“Take those fucking panties off.”
I didn’t say anything. I did as I was told.
“I’m going to eat your pussy. Open your legs.”
A little rocky but he demanded what he wanted.
I spread my legs.
He knelt down in front of me. He hesitated for a second and looked up at me. I slowly licked my lips.
He then leaned down and let his tongue slowly taste me by starting at my dripping wet hole and ending with his tongue on my clit. My body shuddered and I moaned. That gave him more confidence to keep going. It seemed he liked to fuck me with his tongue and lucky for me I loved it just as much if not more.
My eyes were locked on his as he licked my pussy so slowly taking his time. Suddenly he stopped and stood. I was caught off guard.
“Turn around and stick that ass into the air.
His demand made me giddy inside but I didn’t let that show. I just did like a good little submissive and did as I was told. I stood and turned. I climbed back on the couch and stuck my ass into the air. Without warning I felt a sharp pain on my ass. He slapped me again and I could feel my pussy getting wetter.
He stopped for a second I could tell he was putting on a condom. Then forcefully he entered me making me grip the edge of the couch. He pounded away. I didn’t think he had it in him. Apparently his wife didn’t think he did either.
He began to moan and slap my ass. I could feel myself getting so close. I didn’t want to come yet. My job was to focus on him. I concentrated on his commands. He pulled out and demanded me to lick my juices off his dick. Then he used his dick to slap me in the face.
He then ordered me to put my ass back in the air so he could slip into my wet hole.  He was

fucking me and I had to admit it felt so good. 
“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” He asked.
I moaned.
“Yes Sir.”
I was impressed.  He was a quick study. This was not the timid man that was afraid to move when he was in my presence. I still wasn’t convinced if he was moving in the right direction. I needed to test him.
“Ohfuck me harder,” I moaned.
My request was met with a hard slap on the ass.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No sir.” I answered.
“Then shut the fuck up.”
That was met with another slap on my ass.
Finally I could not take it anymore. I came hard as he continued to fuck me. It was an incredible orgasm and I thought for a second I stopped breathing. He was right behind me collapsing against me as he came.
We stayed in that position for a minute until finally he moved.
“You can use my shower if you like.”
Thank you but your time is up and I have to be home. Plus, your wife will be here shortly and I am sure you two have a lo o talk about.
I redressed myself and collected my things.  I didn’t need to use my tools on him today but this won’t be the last time I see him. We have more time to get further.
I left after I gave him another evening when we could get together.

***
About three months after my last night with Joshua, I was in my office when my assistant walked in.
“Jill, there is a Mrs. Jasper here to see you.”
I smiled.
“Send her in.”
A tall blonde entered my office with a large smile on her face. I walked around my desk and we embraced.
“Heather, I wasn’t expecting you. What brings you by?”
She sat in the chair and I leaned against my desk in front of her.
“I just came by to thank you.  Joshua is a new man. Not only is our sex life much more interesting, but he finally got the confidence and the courage to ask for that promotion.”
I was surprised.
“He did? Good for him. Did he get it?”
She laughed.
“Actually no, but that didn’t hold him back. He went to another firm and was given a job with a better title, an office and much more money.”
“Oh, “I said. “I am so happy for you.”
She stood and gave me another hug.
“I have to go, but I just had to tell you thanks for giving me a husband that demands what he wants.”
“No problem.”
I went back to sit at my desk as she turned to leave. Suddenly she turned back around and walked over to me.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a friend who I confided in about our little arrangement. She seems to be interested in a makeover for her nerdy gamer husband. Can I refer her?”
I smiled.
“Of course,” I answered. “I am always willing to help.”