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Marks, Lines, Bruises, and the locker room

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The Audio features my friend Victoria  and can be heard by visiting the podcast “Exercising My Demons”

or on the pickle player above

Now not that I have anything against nudity, usually some of the most fun things involve varying states of nakedness. Play clothes can be part of a very fun filled life, what’s better than dressing up and pretending to be something you usually aren’t. After all how many times can a girl really act like an angel, I tell you this its far more often than most of us get to act like the devil…in public anyway. You have to keep up appearances you know!

Unlike a fishnet cat suit and dangerously high heels that lacks any modesty at all or a sexy police officer out fit equipped with real cold shiny steel hand cuffs that get put to good use there all those other lovely little things that go along with a little rough sex.

Just like the clothes those delightfully wicked little thing can be put away, carried from here and there discreetly in a bag so other than the TSA on occasion most people have no idea they’re even there…let alone what to do with them. Though I believe a lot more people know than would ever let on!

Well every so often after a particularly fun weekend the after effects get worn for a few days. It is part of the fun, the subtle reminders, after all you earned those stripes right. If you didn’t struggle against the ropes why even use them to tie up your hands…or other things.

So a line here, a splotch there, marks are just another way to savor play that has passed and gives a little something delicious to look forward to next time.

So unless you happen to live at a nudist colony or like getting frisked by larger burly public servants before taking a ride down town and risking getting your picture in the local paper for being a deviant chances are none of use are seen naked by strangers all that often.

Well except for the locker room, oh sure there are curtains and a dressing area’s just outside the showers which are great if you don’t mind a puddle of questionable water around your feet as you get dressed.

Or remember to use them.

On one day in particular you can feel the eyes looking you with out even turning, gawking at your legs, or more so a little higher on your back side as you slip into your jeans.

You begin to wonder nervously if there are symmetrical lines across the middle of your back or where they were all fastened together. Your mind races as to what else they might be seeing that you had forgotten about and as you finish dressing the red rings around your wrists from where you pulled you little heart out screaming in delight are all too obvious. Glowing like Rudolf’s nose of a foggy Christmas eve.

So what’s a girl to do as she turns to find Susie home maker there looking on in horror? Try to explain? Like she’d believe you! Stop going to the Gym on Monday’s? Not a chance. Try to make her understand, well that seems to be the answer.

As I smiled devilishly, rubbed my wrists, and offered a polite ” have a good night.”

To which she awkwardly said “you too”

Coyly playing back “oh honey you have no idea how good really will be.” She blushed as my deep blue eyes met hers one last time before rounding the corner.

The Release

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The audio portion will be up a little later this evening (around 9:30 central or as soon as the lighting storm passes I have this thing about electronics and head phones during electrical storms) to accompany the written post. It features my other English Vice “the Key Limey” and her lovely voice making her second kink week appearance.

Have a good bed time and a long fun filled sleepless night.

Some things no one knows. Not even you. Some words can not be said not ever, not even once because the story they tell can never be untold.

Dancing so precariously close to the edge, that a single misstep could end it all, I delight in that danger…it excites me. It is what I crave yet you tease, so very slowly, nothing hurried, everything in due time, taking its time to get to what ever place you so long ago determined you would take me. Unlike you I am not in control and never know where this road will lead. It could be heaven and all that it has to offer or it could be hell.

Melting into each sensation, posed like a doll. A doll subject to your whims, your desires and your mercy, and like a doll I feel cherished, the undivided attention of these modest, even though silent and speechless moments creates emotions that I can’t explain much like those words that can never be spoken. Feelings and desires that I could not ever dare express provide not a hint or indication in the least that what is happening is some much more than it seems.

That edge precarious and alluring edge is coming up on me, I stand poised so close to it that a heavy breath or slight breeze might cast me in to the abyss. Into a sea of things that once they’ve begun can not be stopped.

Stoic, I wait savoring each touch as the rope moves across my skin wrapping me tightly in their caresses. Holding me just so, every pass and each sensation building upon the last. Inside I want to scream. Outside I want to treble and shake but I remain as still as the dead of night and peer into your eyes, endlessly.

I do as is expected trying not to inch closer or tell you what I’m feeling is a ravenous hell, fighting back the urges to be there, against you. No longer just a doll posed for her own good or your amusement, no longer a play thing to be cast aside to wait in the darkness until a need arises, no longer something insignificant but a living breathing passionate soul who will become so very real in an instant.

Somewhere in those moments of indecision and misdirection my mind wondered into the depths of my own darkest depraved desires. It contemplated the things that were and the things that should not be. I swam in the lust of all things spoken and the unspoken desires that I dared not even dream of until then.

I pulled, but could not move. I opened my eyes but could not see. Breathing deeply I barely filled my lungs as the ropes caressed me tightly. Their embrace now excited me as I waited for your touch to join theirs. The feel of them against my entire being while waiting for your hands on my body, your lips against mine and all the other sinful possibilities.

It was in those dark lonely moments for the first time ever I let it all go every worry, every hang up, and needless concern. And there still on display, not knowing what was happening around me, as you made me wait for what felt like 3 eternities…I surrendered to you so very completely in every way.

Waiting for the unimaginable intensity.

Waiting for my reward, waiting for my release.

Discussing a lifestyle event with strangers

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This is a repost after the crash and loss of the previous site.  Hopefully the perma links match

Look by day I may have an edge but I don’t exactly take the tools of my wicked little trade in my carry on luggage as I head out to the airport every week. Which reminds me of a story about a weekend trip to Mexico and a suitcase filled with toys…I’ll save that one for another time but the moral of the story was the woman in Mexican custom’s was very embarrassed and it was my suit case.

Even if I did walk around with an assortment of sadistic little things there’s a chance I could be a sales manager and the numbers are down but no where near as low as you’re going to be when I’m finished. Sorry got distracted back on topic.

Recently on a flight I fell into a conversation with a nice average looking couple who asked where I was headed and why. My mother told me never talk to strangers but sitting there I ignored that advice and told them Business and blah, blah, blah so I asked them the same question. “We’re coming from a lifestyle event” she eagerly offered.

Well if you’re like me the minute you hear lifestyle event only one or two things come to mind. So immediately I’m interested, I start to file through my brain for events that I know of that are big enough to travel to that might be going on.

Shibaricon – no can’t be it not until May (ironically it starts the same day as my kink week posts start which is pure coincidence)

Beat me in St. Louis…nope not currently going on.

Perhaps an Austin Rope event…Nothing comes to mind. Maybe they’re swingers might be something who knows how many events they have.

Nice people but I start to notice in those few seconds that passed that they aren’t giving off the sexy we like to fuck swingers vibe at all. No I’m not stereo typing but the lady wasn’t eyeing the pretty brunette walking down the aisle and yes I know for a fact that all swingers aren’t Bi. But let’s face it any swinger straight or Bi that I know would have been eyeing her. Hell most of the people on the plane noticed her she was that pretty.

“Oh a lifestyle event” my voice somewhat dismayed as to where to go from here…after all we’re three sentences in to a conversation before a 4 hour flight I don’t want to freak the nice people out by coming right out and asking too many questions like “Oh what’s your Kink?”, “Straight, Bi?” “Top, Bottom, or Switch?” “Rope, Pain, or both?” “Full swap, Soft swap?” you get the picture.

The wife spoke (She was wearing a ring but it is at this point just an assumption) “It was the most amazing weekend, we had so much fun”

A generic enough answer so I inquire “what made it so much fun?”

“We’ve never been to anything like this before.” She pauses, blushes a little and fumbles for words. I think it’s about to get good. Now I know how I’d answer the question in the situation, generically.

“It was a couple’s only event.” She finally admits. Now unless I’m wrong couples Vanilla and Kinky do on occasion go away for the week end. A few nights in a hotel, new places, old and new friends, too much wine, a few clubs, perhaps a couple of games of chance, or other games. I’ve also been told there are museums, fairs, antique road shows or what ever it is that all the couples do who aren’t out getting liquored up and partying when they go away.

Needless to say there was nothing wrong with a couple’s weekend event. So I Pushed a little…”You said it was a lifestyle event.” I should have stopped “what kind of life style?”

What are the odds that I’ve met a kinky couple on the plane…low right? But I had to know. “Well” she said her husband by now staring mindlessly out the window, which is never a good sign.

“It was to reenergize our relationship and bring back the romance by including the lord in our marriage.” From there she just went on and on. I’m all for threesomes, foursomes, and all out orgies but that was one Ménage trios I wasn’t expecting. I was dying to ask if she now considered her relation ship to be Poly…but figured I’d have to explain it. And then spend the next three hours and forty five minutes with her saving my soul.

Isn’t there a law about people using the term lifestyle event? No? Well there damn well should be. So I sat and listened to her and how much fun it was, the spouse lacked the same enthusiasm…bet it also was a three way he never dreamed of. Odd are he’d have rather spiced things up with the little brunette I mentioned earlier who was still walking up and down the aisle.

Is there a secret hand shake or special way of lacing up ones shoes so I know other like minded people when I see them…you know like guys with rainbow stickers on the back of their cars. I know what that means what do they kinky people have other than lords of acid t shirts, the occasional otk bumper sticker that makes it look like you dig the beach? It might have been better if I listened to my mother and didn’t talk to strangers.

Tiny Little Lines

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It’s so hard to capture that first feeling as every last stitch is removed. Then again that delightfully arousing nervousness is only the beginning. Soon with any luck you will become a living work of art, a muse, an inspiration…perhaps for something that isn’t quite so pure but will take you as close to being divine and make you feel alive in ways that words could never explain.

Your now naked flesh is waiting to become a canvas, and the anticipation is killing you as you see the rope sliding through their hands their eyes looking deeply into yours. There will be no surprise everything they intend to do to you is in plain sight. You go along willingly wishing they would just begin and stop taunting you the anticipation melts as the first wraps go around your wrists; and then another, and another until they are secured.

Snug but not to tight, your eyes meet and the intensity grows instantly as you are led across the room, to be put on display. Pulling to test what can and can’t be done, the pressure on your wrists intensifies. They look at you and laugh softly as you realize now that you are at their mercy.

You watch as the long ropes are un curled, straightened, and connected with as they run through their hands. A connection that soon enough will be felt by you as you are wrapped from under your aroused chest, breasts resting on the first few ropes, all the way down below your navel.

Each pass gripping you tightly, every line lying smoothly across your stomach next to the previous one. The ropes are drawing you in, restricting your breath…just a little, accentuating you shape. They stand behind you, their hands brushing over your skin gently, slowly working their wonderful magic. Finally the ropes reach the top of your hips and are tied off beautifully.

You wish you could see yourself, from the front and from behind. While you were feeling each pass against your skin and the sensations they cause as you breathe and twist to make them rub against each other, and against you.

Their hands linger like a knowing masseuse, keeping the connection between the two of you and the fibers you share. Standing back they admire their work on your form, you pull against your restraints…to no avail. They smile wickedly back at you knowing the peril they’ve placed you in. Breathing in deeply every inch of rope around your waist moves with you, caressing your skin, heightening your desire.

You wonder if this is the end, but it is only the beginning as they bind your swelling breasts with tight thin ropes that form perfectly round balls and then they tease your nipples…cruelly as you moan in delight from their kisses and their nibbles.

You moan again longingly as you writhe in the cruelty of a hard merciless pinch to this all too sensitive and aroused. An otherwise gentle slap sends you reeling deep inside the sensations of everything that is touching you as they continue to tease, and torment you at will.

Leading you to the edge of orgasm and then denying you that pleasure. Taking you there again and again denying you the release over and over. You struggle and pull against your cuffs in frustration, the ropes bite into your wrists firmly. You wiggle and move against your lover pleading for their touch, to return and your breasts cry out from the tightness and your torso to your hips shudders from the friction…you melt into each of these…begging to come.

Pleading for your release. As your hands are untied and soon after you’re led to the edge of a heavy oak chair. Your lovers hands circle your thighs with the first pass of rope, and then the second and on and on until a wide cuff caresses both of your legs. Now for your wrists and they draw on your skin with even more beautifully colored rope slowly wrapping and tying and fixing until a gauntlet up each appears from just above the writs to just below the elbow. Now those new ropes that are adorning your body sit there waiting to be put to use as your lover caresses you, teases you to the edge and just in the very second you thought that the tease would end in delight it stopped. Leaving you more aroused and desperate than moments before.

They guide you gently forward. And you kneel on the thick padded seat, Thighs tied to the old ornate wooden legs, the gauntlets securing you arms to the arms of the chairs and nor your are on display with your ass pushed backwards and waiting for your lovers every little whim.

They enter you, slowly and you delight in the sensation. Filling you fully, each deep thrust and the building frantic pace sending you into the sensation of their long fat cock sliding through you, the ropes dancing across your body with each breath, even the slightest move causes an entirely new symphony of friction and ecstasy. You cried out into the night and all the waiting for orgasm seems suddenly worth it.

Reaching a point of being thoroughly used and finally well satisfied. Yours arms are untied. And then your legs. You find yourself with unsteady feet with quivering legs. As each knot is lovingly undone as your lover kisses and pets you. Drowning you in gentle affection, admiration and worship. You are still swimming in the sensations, once again in a place without words.

Your breasts are unwound and with each undone pass their sensations change and morph into it’s own kind of pleasure. Your hips, waist and torso are set free and as the last rope fall to the floor you have never been so naked. So empty, so un-stimulated as you are in the moment. You are fragile, and tittering on the brink of exhaustion.

You are more naked than when you stood there fully exposed. Walking across the room on shaky legs, and with a tired soul you catch your reflection…it is you in all your glory, with a looked on your face of a sexual goddess. Suddenly you realize that you aren’t really naked the ropes have just given way to all those wonderful tiny little lines that circle your skin, that serve no other purpose than as a reminder to what you just felt for a few fleeting seconds…those marks that are decorating your flesh are real and tactile. Your finger caress them. They will fade long after you are dressed and gone but until they do they are a reminder of those few fleeting seconds of quivering flesh, intense surrender and your own fleeting divinity.

Well that and really good sex.

Discussing a lifestyle event with strangers

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This the first of the 24 kink week posts that will run from May 23rd until May 30th. The audio that goes with this story can be found at http://malflic.libsyn.comDiscussing a lifestyle event with a strangers

Look by day I may have an edge but I don’t exactly take the tools of my wicked little trade in my carry on luggage as I head out to the airport every week. Which reminds me of a story about a weekend trip to Mexico and a suitcase filled with toys…I’ll save that one for another time but the moral of the story was the woman in Mexican custom’s was very embarrassed and it was my suit case.

Even if I did walk around with an assortment of sadistic little things there’s a chance I could be a sales manager and the numbers are down but no where near as low as you’re going to be when I’m finished. Sorry got distracted back on topic.

Recently on a flight I fell into a conversation with a nice average looking couple who asked where I was headed and why. My mother told me never talk to strangers but sitting there I ignored that advice and told them Business and blah, blah, blah so I asked them the same question. “We’re coming from a lifestyle event” she eagerly offered.

Well if you’re like me the minute you hear lifestyle event only one or two things come to mind. So immediately I’m interested, I start to file through my brain for events that I know of that are big enough to travel to that might be going on.

Shibaricon – no can’t be it not until May (ironically it starts the same day as my kink week posts start which is pure coincidence)

Beat me in St. Louis…nope not currently going on.

Perhaps an Austin Rope event…Nothing comes to mind. Maybe they’re swingers might be something who knows how many events they have.

Nice people but I start to notice in those few seconds that passed that they aren’t giving off the sexy we like to fuck swingers vibe at all. No I’m not stereo typing but the lady wasn’t eyeing the pretty brunette walking down the aisle and yes I know for a fact that all swingers aren’t Bi. But let’s face it any swinger straight or Bi that I know would have been eyeing her. Hell most of the people on the plane noticed her she was that pretty.

“Oh a lifestyle event” my voice somewhat dismayed as to where to go from here…after all we’re three sentences in to a conversation before a 4 hour flight I don’t want to freak the nice people out by coming right out and asking too many questions like “Oh what’s your Kink?”, “Straight, Bi?” “Top, Bottom, or Switch?” “Rope, Pain, or both?” “Full swap, Soft swap?” you get the picture.

The wife spoke (She was wearing a ring but it is at this point just an assumption) “It was the most amazing weekend, we had so much fun”

A generic enough answer so I inquire “what made it so much fun?”

“We’ve never been to anything like this before.” She pauses, blushes a little and fumbles for words. I think it’s about to get good. Now I know how I’d answer the question in the situation, generically.

“It was a couple’s only event.” She finally admits. Now unless I’m wrong couples Vanilla and Kinky do on occasion go away for the week end. A few nights in a hotel, new places, old and new friends, too much wine, a few clubs, perhaps a couple of games of chance, or other games. I’ve also been told there are museums, fairs, antique road shows or what ever it is that all the couples do who aren’t out getting liquored up and partying when they go away.

Needless to say there was nothing wrong with a couple’s weekend event. So I Pushed a little…”You said it was a lifestyle event.” I should have stopped “what kind of life style?”

What are the odds that I’ve met a kinky couple on the plane…low right? But I had to know. “Well” she said her husband by now staring mindlessly out the window, which is never a good sign.

“It was to reenergize our relationship and bring back the romance by including the lord in our marriage.” From there she just went on and on. I’m all for threesomes, foursomes, and all out orgies but that was one Ménage trios I wasn’t expecting. I was dying to ask if she now considered her relation ship to be Poly…but figured I’d have to explain it. And then spend the next three hours and forty five minutes with her saving my soul.

Isn’t there a law about people using the term lifestyle event? No? Well there damn well should be. So I sat and listened to her and how much fun it was, the spouse lacked the same enthusiasm…bet it also was a three way he never dreamed of. Odd are he’d have rather spiced things up with the little brunette I mentioned earlier who was still walking up and down the aisle.

Is there a secret hand shake or special way of lacing up ones shoes so I know other like minded people when I see them…you know like guys with rainbow stickers on the back of their cars. I know what that means what do they kinky people have other than lords of acid t shirts, the occasional otk bumper sticker that makes it look like you dig the beach? It might have been better if I listened to my mother and didn’t talk to strangers

The Final Tease

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The Final Tease

Well it’s Monday May 19th. So Fucking what you ask?

Well I’ve been tempting, promising and teasing many of my sexually aware and Kinky friends with the upcoming second installment of Kink Week. Well here’s a little audio to get you ready for this Friday when the real event begins. Nearly six months of writing, pondering and perfecting really hot stories. This time we will not only be going on a little Bondage, spanko, and BDSM adventure but will walk into the arena of multiple partners, chest play, and Sex in public places with a good dose of humor thrown in every morning.

Since Audio is my new obsession I’ve added a few guest voices.

Some of them you probably know like my very own Chesty Blonde. Not surprising right?

OK Good Point What about having the talented and so very sexy Naked Nurse join in the fun to read you a bedtime story. If you don’t know her you should!

Then add a not so submissive type and good friend of ours Victoria Christiansen. Domme, Bottom, or Switch. I’ve known her for years now and still can’t define but she is a damn fun and sultry girl.

Finally to bring a little authentic English Flavor to the entire event we’ve convinced our good friend “the Key Limey” to play along as well for your listening pleasure.

What do you need to do?

Not much for the written pieces subscribe to the blog so you won’t miss a single installment.

Wanna hear the ladies? Who can Blame you after all that’s why they are all here the audio will be included in the written posts but you can also subscribe to them for free in your favorite pod catcher or iTunes.

One More thing if you haven’t added my backup account on myspace now might be a really good time to do that just incase the thought police drop by. And if I disappear into the night you can find ma and everything that went away on Malflic.com

And Finally how can you help?

Spread the word, tell your sexy and kinky friends where to find us,

Subscribe and dig when you see fit

And last but not least start thinking about how you’re going to join the readers play along midday

Corporate Outings, Sex Rooms, & finding out how Vanilla your boss is

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The names have been changed to protect the innocent (and me)

So I work and make my living as a fairly visible part of a large corporate machine with traditionally conservative leadership. Hard to believe but writing smut is just a hobby and doesn’t pay the bills. It’s something only a few close friends at work know about. Then again you won’t catch me parading around in fetish attire and I don’t publicize my other adult oriented activities. I had a boss who was quite the swinger once at another company but that is a different story.

A few weeks back we had an annual all hands on deck type meeting over the weekend. Of course we moved what city it would be in about 6 weeks before the actual event for around 500 people which might as well have been the last minute. The new location was fine, back on some of my old home turf which is always nice. The accommodations were less than luxurious and the hotel was over booked with Doctors at some convention when we started to arrive. I walk into lunch on that first day and a friend whispers in ear.

“This place has sex rooms.” I of course ignore him.

He continues on “ no really they have 16 different themed sex rooms” ok now I’m curious I was thinking it was just rooms with a big hot tub but theme rooms well that was a different story.

I assured him it was a pretty wild city so no big surprise. As they say write what you know and out of a dozen or so people from that city I had kept the company of in the past most of them were very, very, very, kinky.

He went on “Paul has one called the Cave, it has fur and hieroglyphics on the walls, and a giant round orgy bed!” My friend’s voice turned from a whisper to nearly inaudible when he said orgy. The only thing missing was a hushed gasp coming from his mouth. I laughed like a lunatic since Paul was the head of HR. There was a certain irony that he had a “sex room”.

The group of well heeled and devoted professionals had been turned into a bunch of high school kids sneaking a peek at an older brother’s nudie mag. So and so had a room with mirrors on all the walls and ceilings, blah, blah, blah had a room with a Gilligan’s island theme.

The list went on there were about seven of us who had theme rooms.

The room holders gave tours after a few pints at the hotel pub each evening, groups flocked to the “guides” as if they were going to get a look at the secret of the entire universe. Are people really that sexually repressed? It scares the hell out of me that most people have as unimaginative sex life as they do a day job.

One room in particular was the called leather and lace. It was the one people talked about most since it had as people described it “Prison bars with those hand cuff things and chains all over it.” People are really interesting to watch as they talk about what they think is wild and taboo. Isn’t bondage, even causal bondage a fairly main stream fantasy? This coming from a guy who can tie more knots than an eagle scout and owns enough rope to dock the pacific fleet.

(When we visited it was a little less Vanilla the bars were loaded with chains and cuffs)

One Tall leggy blonde VP on a tour cuffed a finance executive to the bars and took a few pictures and then left him there helpless for a few minutes. I have a new found respect for her and the only thing that would have been better was if she would have added “how does that feel? you like don’t you? You little whiny bitch!” Nothing like a guy in a Brooks Brothers suit chained to a wall, even if it was only for a few minutes. Then again that might not be so unusual either.

The next morning I’m having breakfast with Marci who is a peer. She’s s a tiny little thing, a Southern Belle and has a daytime wardrobe that is so stylish and it could go right to a club after long day. I know her a little, she likes to go out, have a good time dance and party. Our boss comes up. He’s a great guy and was a friend long before I ended up working for him. We’re talking about the room tours of the previous night and telling how popular the leather and lace room was.

“ I don’t get it” he states Marci tries again to explain in a non offensive way what the leather and lace room was. He stares blankly, this is a man who gets everything I’ve ever told him on the first pass and at that moment he really has no fucking clue what we’re talking about. She looks at me and shrugs and at the same time we both blurt out “it’s a bondage room” she adds “you know S&M”.

The boss’ face turns red, I mean really bright fire engine red. “Oh” he stares at his eggs uncomfortably for the next five minutes as we continue to talk. Marci shoots me a glance and as he walks away adds “he’s so vanilla”. I think it was a test since she looked even more shocked when I got what she meant. Later she confided that I’m one of the last guys in the world she would have thought had a dark side. She had pegged me as even more uptight than the rest of the crowd. “Good my disguise is working” I said with a devilish little smirk.

The rest of the event was spent with her telling me racy jokes and making suggestively laden dirty comments. It is quite possible that her mind is far dirtier than mine.

Getting to Know Your Temptress

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Getting to Know Your Temptress by Malflic featuring the Chesty Blonde

With all the insanity and recording for kink week and finalizing the lay out for the updated malflic.com It’s been a while since I’ve posted and this little conversation is about two weeks over due. It is simply Malflic and the very sexy Chesty Blonde having a playful and harmless chat in a get to know session.

Ironically it is the first time that the two have recorded in the same room at the same time, well other than that video camera incident years ago. (just kidding don’t go looking for it on U tube)

As always the entire collection podcasts can be found at malflic.libsyn.com and is also listed in iTunes under podcasts and of course it’s free! (Not only am I easy but I’m also cheap)

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A Surrender, Part 3 – Mistress returns

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By request and due to their over all popularity part 3 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. Of course you can read the first 2 installments but just to bring you up to speed.

A very thoroughly spanked male sub waits naked and still in position from his last punishment for his Mistress to return and administer his next session of the evening. The promise of anything but another spanking on his red and bruised bottom would be a reprieve even if it includes more wicked little devices and cruel attention to his nether region.

Waiting his bared bottom still flushed and the dark shades of purple becoming more evident every few minutes he stood there. She had spanked him before but never as hard or as long as what he had just gotten. Two clamps on his balls left him some where between tortured and excited and the cold lube on the plug in his ass had warmed and only added to the sensations he was feeling.

 

The pain danced with pleasure as he took pride in how he had handled his punishment, but pride was a foolish thing for a slave, and especially foolish knowing that there was more to come.

 

Her foot steps on the stairs echoed. His throbbing bottom waiting for her in plain view as she entered the room, she drank it in and just couldn’t help herself. She walked over and patted it a few times, he tensed as even the slightest little smack sent new levels of pain coursing though his body.

 

“I see you stayed just like I left you.” Her mind still spinning in indecision, he waited for her hoping she wasn’t going to do what he was anticipating.

 

“But first we’ll start with just a little reminder, just so you don’t forget what you’ve already learned.” Her voice confirmed everything he feared and as the leather slapper met his bottom he fought through the sting “yes Mistress”. She spanked every so lightly but it didn’t feel that way on the receiving end. Her cruel little reminder left him dancing and struggling to stay in place as she swatted one cheek and then the other slowly and deliberately with a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction.

 

Soon her interest waned and she removed the plug and clamps all but unannounced. “Kneel, and lick my boots” he stood and turned around to see her waiting in shiny black boots, a latex corset and panties matching panties. Seconds later all but threw himself at her feet just relieved that she was moving onto something else.

 

“Oh you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you” she inquired

 

“No Mistress” he said pausing.

 

“Good now don’t miss a spot” as she danced a flogger across his back. Whipping him at will as he knelt at her feet. Every so often she was tempted to land it a little lower and as his back glowed a soft pink and red she reached further and place a hard stoke across his ass. He paused. She gave him another that sent him in to writhing misery. “who said you could stop pig.” She demanded, as she continued to abuse his bruised and tender bottom with her flogger.

 

“Please Mistress” he pleaded looking up at her. She was so arousing to him even now.

 

Knowing he was at his limit “Fine so maybe your poor little bottom has had enough for a while. Stand up”

 

He did so quickly. “I see you’re enjoying this so lets see how your hard little dick likes what you’ve just earned it.” She said grabbing him roughly by his manhood that was in fact was from small and instantly grew completely rigid with her touch.

 

“Trust me this won’t feel good for long” Stroking him, teasing him, and making certain he was enjoying it at least a little. Next she wrapped the thin rope over the base of his dick tightly, wrapping each of his balls until they were separated and bulging against each of the tight little loops of ropes making that made the restraints.

 

She then took a small leather strap in one hand and the base of his erection in the other. A soft slap across the top of his penis, and then another until she got to 10 each a little harder than the last. “now for the under side holding it up she whipped the underside of his dick’s head 10 times each strokes sending a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through his body.

 

“Now let’s add a little something to the fun” placing leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and fasting him tightly in place he stood waiting for her to begin again and she tortured his cock first the top side top and then bottom mercilessly whipping him with the strap paying particular attention to the fat mushroom shaped tip. Then a light but stinging beating with a wooden ruler covering the tip of his dick with extra care and precision that left him moaning and on the edge of an indescribable sensation, stopping ever so often to taunt him with long strokes of her hand, masturbating him to the point of pleasure but never too close to release and then inflicting more pain.

 

 

Clamping his nipples she added small weights drawing the pinch to a pulling bite, tugging and then letting them hang there pulling relentlessly against him. Reaching and squeezing and patting his still glowing bare ass and finally unbinding his cock and balls.

 

“Look your little balls feel neglected as she pulled out a latex flogger and began to address the neglect. He writhed in torment and she delighted not only in his suffering binding his still obvious erection to his torso to keep it stimulated and out of the way when she cupped his ball flogging first with a leather toy and then a wicked little latex implement with countless soft and thin strands stinging and going astray. He moaned and drew inside of himself as she continued.

 

Removing her black panties he watched as she revealed a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with her arousal. Then releasing him he followed he across the room and placed his head between her legs sending a shudder through her soaked pussy as his tongue danced over her lips and in and out of her.

 

Taking him in hand and positioning him between her legs she tapped his abused little cock against her clit over and over again to the edge of her own second release and well into to it as he stood and watched his mistress cum.

 

“ Do you want to fuck me” she asked.

 

“Yes Mistress” His answer almost too eager.

 

“In time but not before I finish fucking you” Now standing in front of him she helped him to his knees and he looked on while his mistress placed he harness around her small waist and long toned legs. Reaching into the toy chest she removed a pink dildo that he had never seen before, it was longer and thicker than any they had ever played. Astonished as she strapped it on her intention was now perfectly clear as she moved towards him the size and girth becoming even more worrisome as she drew closer.

 

She stopped in front of where he was kneeling. Eagerly and hoping to avoid the alternative took it into his mouth as his lips stretched to swallow it. “Nice try but you know exactly where it’s going” As she stepped back and now behind him his red and purple bottom in the air waiting she eased the heavily lubed massive toy into him and back out again until a nice rhythm of her hips bouncing off his beat red ass had been established, adding the occasional hard spank to his punished bottom for added effect.

 

 

After thoroughly and savagely fucking his ass she mounted him and his raw dick fucking roughly until she came again and again, finally giving him permission to do the same he did so almost instantly and forcefully from all the stimulation over the course of the evening.

 

“ left something outside the door could you get it for me?”

He answered and opened the door to find the switches she had cut earlier waiting for him. He carried them to her and bent back over the spanking bench. His heart sank again. “Oh I was just bringing those along for another time but if you really need another reminder I’d be happy to help.” The first one cut across his back side, every muscle in his body tensed and he fought to stay in position. She continued on with well placed strokes and long pauses, enjoying the sound of the implement swooshing through the air and then sending a crack out through the room as it landed. How he tensed and pleaded for it to be over yet he stayed in position and waited, waited for it to end, waited for her to apply another stinging swat . Hewaited to knowing that he would do anything else she wanted.

 

What she wanted was his fat sore cock inside of her…but that could wait just a few more minutes.

A Surrender, Part 2 – Later that night

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By request and due to their over all popularity part 2 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

After visiting for hours during what she considered to be a pleasant evening the time came to take their leave and quickly her role as guest and friend faded and once alone in the car she became his mistress instantly. But other than the change in her demeanor not much was said until after their garage door began to open and the car made its way into the drive way.

“Take care of any needs you’ll have since we’ll be there for a while and then meet me in “the room” Her voice matter of fact. As the garage door closed he scurried off quickly and relieved himself. After hurrying back through the house he descended the stairs to basement and found himself in the hallway that lead to as she matter of factly put it “the room” and no sooner than he entered it her gaze was waiting. He entered, stopped at her feet, kneeled down with his eyes cast to the floor and waited to be told what to do.

“Why are you here?” her inquiry directed at him.

“To serve you Mistress” his best submissive voice

“No to be punished and prove you’re not my worthless little slave” her voice harsh

“Yes Mistress” he looked up meekly with out lifting his head.

“We’ll begin again where we left off, with your pathetic little ass” Grabbing his arm and leading him to a bench that he knew all too well the meaning of. As he approached his already tender bottom reminded him of earlier when he had been whipped with a belt and then she finished spanking his bare bottom with freshly cut switches.

Waiting for instructions he stood where she left him in front of a spanking bench that it was only a matter of time before she bent him over.

“lets see what should I used first.” Now toying with him he watched her go through an extensive collection of paddles one by one looking at each and deciding whether or not it would have the right effect.

“I think this one to start” as she pulled out a very stingy thing round wooden number that she knew always got is attention on a lily white ass so it should work quickly tonight on one that had already been thoroughly punished and then a wide thick leather number to follow up with.

“Are you ready to begin” she asked walking toward him an implement in each hand.

“Yes Mistress”

“Then you know what to do, strip and then I’ll help you into position” She watched as he removed every stitch of clothed lastly his boxers that covered a well marked and still lightly colored bottom.

Standing in front of the bench waiting, slightly aroused by what was about to happen.

“Ask me” she insisted.

“Mistress will you please punish me” he said, he hated to ask yet she loved to humiliate him and to hear him ask.

“How would you like to be punished” playing back knowing that she could twist any answer to be right or wrong.

“As you see fit Mistress” He answered. She smiled a pleased but wicked little smile. It seemed that he had learned something along the way but that wasn’t going to spare him a single lick tonight.

Her hand swatted his bottom sharply and he winced. Then she proceeded to bend him over to begin his spanking. Positioning him just, bent at the waist, legs spread she patted him firmly a few more times to be certain he was set perfectly and admiring in detail her earlier handiwork. Tracing the welts, studying a few small bruises on his waiting bare bottom she had every intention of torturing far more before moving onto other things.

He waited patiently on display as her hands caressed and patted, it was a mixture of teasing pleasure that was exiting him despite what was yet to come, a remaindered of the earlier session and a seemingly eternal wait for her to begin again.

“Time for your paddling” she said stepping back and picking up the thin wooden ping pong paddle. Crack, the sound of it impacting his back side filled the room and the sting of the first swat alone brought back the sensations that had faded sine his earlier discipline. After two more in the exact same spot she switched sides swatting the same spot crisply three times and then launched an attacked on his all ready tomented ass that left his butt stinging like a swarm of bees and him dancing in place over the spanking bench, cheeks clenched to lessen the sting and hand clenched to hold himself in place.

She was relentless and after every inch of his bottom was covered in fresh spanks she began again until he was a glowing shade of crimson. Finally pausing.

“Now that you’re warmed up a little let’s make sure that you understand what I’m going to do to you” She said

“yes mistress” The leather paddle came down hard across his sit spot on both cheeks after he answered.

“I’m going to finish beating your naughty bottom” she paused

“Yes mistress” another swat harder than the last set his backside even more ablaze

“Yes Mistress what?” He saw where this was going, as the full effect of the last one settled in.

“Yes Mistress you’re going to finish beating my naughty bottom” Another crack filled the room.

“That’s right and how did you say that I should punish you” she asked paddling him again. He paused to collect his breath but it took too long in her mind and she swatted him again.

“ I asked you to punish me as you see fit. Mistress” he answered. She was bored and was done toying with him.

And swatted him again, as that one set in she gave him another, and then another until 10 hard swats each with an long drawn out pause. He heard he heels on the concrete as she walked away. The sound of the toy closet opening was unmistakable and moment latter she returned with a 4 in wide wooden paddle.

“Count them” She ordered as he tensed not knowing what was coming. The first one made it obvious.

He gasped, and called out “One Mistress”

“the number will be fine for this part but if you move we start over at one” She reassured him and before he could answer then next swat arrived on his bottom that had already been taken from tender to sore and was well on it’s way past red to a lasting deep shade of excruciating purple.

“Two” he called out after winging and shifting about ever so slightly

“Three” he said forcing the breath from his lungs and hoping it would stop soon

The fourth he called out after a short rest and it had landed on his sit spot yet again fulfilling her earlier promise that he would want to spend the next week trying to stand.

Five, six, seven, and eight each left him counting the number and on the edge of begging for her mercy, pleading with her not to stop but to move on to something else. He resisted and did his best as she finished his spanking with another harsh smack as he called out 12 nearly under his breath.

“now I’m almost done with your naughty ass but not with the rest of you” Her tone making it all to clear his ordeal was far from over.

At first it was cold, and wet but he resisted the urge to fight and held on as his butt was plugged without warning with a small toy and an inordinate amount of lube. Next still bent over his backside not only thoroughly abused but now filled she moved onto his balls placing two small clamps on them.

“There that should give you something to think about” she said her hand smacking his fiery hot bottom a few times for good measure. She delighted as how he struggled to obey and took all of the pain she inflicted o willingly but what pleased her most was feeling him surrender in those last few spanks to what ever she truly wanted as he collapsed on to the bench in earnest.

“now I know that you know no to move, those clamps and that plug had better still be in place when I return.” She said sitting the wooden paddle on his back as a reminder.

“Yes Mistress” his voice accepting that the night had only just begun

His Mistress took her leave her heels clicked across the concrete and up the stairs as he remained in position, raw, bruised and spread by her toy that filled him, and two new devices pinching his balls. He was left wondering what was next and how much more there was to come.