Tempting Fate Part 4 (Fetish)


Current mood:waiting for Santa…or a nice bad girl to come by
Category: Writing and Poetry

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So here it is a long journey and build up of our story finally pays off. You can read the first three parts if you missed them.

Part 1
Part 2

Part 3

Or join the story already in progress.

I don’t remember Sir” Ann said correcting herself almost expecting another stinging smack on her backside. Instead she was greeted with cruel laughter from him and mischievous giggles from the two thigh high boot and corset wearing sultry temptresses who had stripped her naked and tied her in place.

For the first time she tried those restraints, pulling against them slightly, testing her tethers. The strands of hemp that adorned her wrists tightened, she could feel the lines they were making on her delicate skin as she pulled ever so slightly. Her surrender had began as she looked out at a filled room that was watching even more intently than before. The sound of his had smacking her ass so soundly drew their attention, signaled the start they had all been anticipating, waiting for, and hoping to see with voyeuristic intensity in the past few fleeting moments.

As the laughter faded he leaned forward his face brushing against her pony tail ad his lips reached her ear. “Here’s a little clue” his voice soft, deep and breathy “oh you’ve never taken me close to my limit” he paused, her mind raced and she remember all too well telling him that on more than one occasion. Its not that she was complaining but simply her own way of stating the fact that his tastes were mild compared to what she was capable of enjoying.

I guess we’ll see about that” and with that he stepped back the women stepped forward caressing her chest, touching teasing, and pinching her stomach working their way skillfully across her rib cage to her full round breasts. Grazing her nipples, a squeeze a touch a gentle pinch. She savored every sensation she had never been at the whim of two women before but this was certainly she could get use to.

The crowd still looked on and the only edge Sir was leading her toward was a wonderful body shaking orgasm off somewhere in the distance. She shifted slightly toward the woman on the right, moaning lustfully tugging against the ropes that etched into her skin a little more with each tug, and held her a little tighter in its caress with each shift, movement and pull. Her helplessness, the restraint, the inability to control the situation aroused her even more as the hands groping, touching, pinching and caresses continued. Again Ann looked out into the room and drank in all the people who were gazing at her, drinking in the divine and erotic vision of her before them.

Are you enjoying yourself?” Sir’s voice slipped into her ear like a thief in the night. She murmured in sheer delight, “mmmm, Yes sir I certainly am”

Good” he whispered before stepping back and announcing to the room “its time for the real fun to begin.” A deafening chorus of howls erupted and the room closed in on them people pressing toward them.

The soft caresses and sensual touching had given way to each of the temptresses cruel hard long pinch of her nipples. The crushing sensation coursed through her breasts. As one let go the other stepped in front of her taking the free nipple in her other hand, looked her in the eye. “Now its time to suffer bitch.”

Ann played along “yes Mistress” not looking away. Her temptress didn’t waver “good because we’re going to start by whipping those pretty little tits of yours.” So far it was ll new, the being put on public display, having Sir share her with not one but two beautiful and dominate women. While a little chest play, some nice long hard pinches and the occasional set of clamps was nothing new having them flogged was virgin territory.

She felt her hair being pulled back, Sir laughed “keep your head up” he said pulling harder. The first approached and the flogger kissed her skin gently as the other landed a slightly crisper blow. They pair alternated strikes and she watched able to see the start of each stroke but had to guess as to which side it would land on and how hard it would be.

The Dominatrices reveled in their task increasing the speed and intensity taking her from pink to red to well marked. Ann went from a state of bliss with a tempting orgasm drawing closer to having her chest throughly punished, still she enjoyed it and settled in to the rhythm of the event, saving each and every stinging fall, stealing glances at the on lookers and their growing state of interest as the drew even closer.

A lull, a pause, a brief reprieve as Sir let go of her hair he scalp stung and she looked down to see her beautifully colored chest. “No where near my limit” she thought to herself, thinking of pointing out that very fact as a pair of hands grabbed each nipple firmly with a touch that lingered between the sheer delight of earlier with just touch of pain. She was even more turned on as they were lifted by the nipple…this was a favorite of hers and Sir new it. The the other woman joined back in vigorously whipping the untouched delicate underside of her breasts with a small latex flogger. And its short biting tails.

The stokes would explore her stomach, the inside of her thighs, and then back to her tits until she danced in place pulling against her ropes in earnest for the first time. A crop was added in to the mix, a crisp smack on the tits, a squeeze that intensified. To the thighs and back again until she danced in the pain, pulling on her restrains and purring along with the wicked little game she was playing.

There is only one rule” his voice again sneaking up behind her. Ann purred at him in her sultriest voice “and what is that rule sir?”

He laughed again in that cruel tone from earlier a tone she had never heard before “Don’t come or we start all over again” She scoffed in her mind, she was a woman who had been around the block more than a few times and even though was a new side street in her sexual history but she was not some foolish little school boy who couldn’t help himself.

Four more women ascended the stairs joining them on the stage, each giving her a pinch or a smack and in some cases both as they passed. “The more the merrier” Ann thought, not knowing what was coming next but fairly certain based on the crowd around her it wasn’t going to involve a single tail.

Now seven people lurked behind her, she focused on the shuffling and the whispers. She could hear the occasional giggle and once again the room erupted. The two women that had whipped her took her breasts in their mouths tongues caressing her nipples, biting playfully as they hardened, unlike their hands each one used their mouths on her in their own unique way. The way she imagined they liked to be touched and kissed.

The crowd erupted and all but took the stage as they became a lustful huddled mass undulating in a bizarre obsessive rhythm. She swayed with them, the yelled and she called out in delight as more hands found their way onto her legs, hips and back. One mouth broke its hungry feast and then in an instant that warm, soft, delicious, mouth gave way to a cold metal nipple clamp. As the pain coursed through her veins mixing with the other pleasure the other side was attended to in the same manner, the warm biting nibble gave way to a cold unwavering clamp. The clamps were tapped and wiggled, tightened and smacked all the while the others explored her body with caresses and slaps. Clothes pins lined her thighs. She her back was whipped with a light flogger by all of the women. She pulled on the ropes, she hung in the balance between being suspended and standing, dizzied by everything that was happening to her. The hands slowly subsided, the crowd before Ann still looked on with as much interest as they had before.

Remember the rule” The taller of the two original dominatrix, Smack a riding crop landed between her legs firmly. A few of the clothes pins were removed and then another with the crop on her pussy, and another continuing until her splotched red skin was free from the waist down.

Her back was flogged again as her pussy continued to be whipped, she felt the orgasm rising, she fought to hold it on to hold back with each measured and well placed stroke. Finally her nipple clamps were removed which was almost enough change in sensation to cause her to break the rule. She bit her lip, she though about anything but what might drive her to release. She endured and found herself standing there the four that joined in kissed her cheek and headed back into the crowd. The original two women and Sir remained. He stood on the stair in front of her. A deafening series of howls erupted as he approached them and then turned to face Ann. The women took the candles they had carried. Candles that had been burning away the entire time, creating huge pools of wax that would be poured from on high onto her chest, her back and her thighs. She was bathed in its scaling heat that coated her well abused body.

Sir Just watched and smiled. The pair pissed her lips and petted her kitty as the bid their farewells in one last fleeting attempt to make her come so it could all start again.

She stood there relishing it all waiting to be untied. Sir looked on letting her savor the experience. She rubbed her wrists admiring the lines from the ropes and the were loosened and unwrapped. She touched her chest, her thighs, and was delighted with the events of the evening. What she really needed now was a little release. “Sir what is next?” she asked in her best slut voice and flashing the deepest darkest bedroom eyes in her direction hoping for some amazing private time and after care.

He stood there, took out a black leather collar and watched her face “Oh we’re just getting started, Your ass is mine” left his lips as he fastened it around her delicate neck. Ann realized no one had come anywhere near her backside since he first swatted it. Nearly every inch of her body had been touched, teased, and tormented but not a errant swat, a single touch or playful swat caught her there.

He tied one of the ropes to the metal ring on the collar and she followed him across the stage, down the stairs and through the crowd to a small private room. There she found that edge she had been looking for, was taken near her limits again and again. A few times she was taken just beyond them. In the end not just her ass was his but every inch of her, although that part of her anatomy got some very special attention. At the end of a night that was now bordering on the beginning of morning she found herself in the car sitting rather uncomfortably and still intensely aroused. While stopped at a red light he looked over grinned that wicked grin of his she had come to know that night and told her “Now you can come”.

His hand drifted between her thighs to help her along, not that she needed much help.

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A Kinkster's Christmas List

Well ladies and Gentlemen it’s the time of year where wish lists are filled out, items are hoped for and good little boys and girls wait in gleeful anticipation. Being of a some what twisted mindset and sick of all the Nilla stuff floating through the air I’ve decided to produce my own little Kinky holiday shopping promotion. As my standard disclaimer I’m not associated with any of these sites or companies and don’t get a dime but have done business with them, have used their products or had friend raving about their stuff some where along the way.

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Are you a Bad girl or good girl who wants to be treated like bad girl? Then feel welcome to line up right here. I’ll be more than happy to help you out in just a few minutes. With all the great things and lists what do you get a favorite Kinkster who seemingly has everything and is asking for nothing? Well nothing in the you gan go buy it a mall sense of the word. Here’s a few of my favorites, just keep in mind some of these presents may be put to good use on you depending on the side of the equation you participate in.

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Starting off with a classic in a color that I just love to say! Nothing says ties me up and do all those wonderful wicked things to me like Hemp rope in Statutory Grape from Twisted Monk. For the socially conscious it is fair trade, organic and treated with allergen and animal free oils.

I like the 6mm but it comes in 4mm and 8mm. Also the site offers great free online videos to get you started.

Speaking of classic nothing is more classic than a good old fashioned spanking! So if you’re tired of perving up house hold items, have bought all the decent wood out of the local dom depot, had every wooden spoon in the neighborhood including those nice thick ones from pampered chef broken while being vigorously applied or were saddened by the fact Cracker Barrel isn’t offering the same paddle that it use to then here are a few options.

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For devotees of sting try the London Tanners Junior Spanking Paddle 15 Inches Long (yeah I know ladies you’ve heard that line before haven’t you?) in this case there’s real nine inches left for you after the 6 for the handle. At 3 inches wide it will provide enough bite and coverage. The holes always add to the the visual intimidation factor. One Subbie friend loves to find herself squirming and stinging at the end of a long OTK session. Sadly most of us never quite believe she’s going to be a good girl and decide to finish her off with a little wood.

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You can find this wicked tool of the trade at paddleyourdrawers.com under smackers. I’ve been told the paddle lives up to its billing as stingy thud. Three colors to choose from, 1/2” thick, 2.5” wide and 18” long and perfect for the naughty school girl scene. I Forgot to mention its only $15.00
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So speaking of school girls. Oh Sure you can ditch the kids, get in the minivan, trot down to the the local catholic uniform supply store and buy the real thing in a variety of colors and style but keep in mind to show off that sexy ass you’ll need to tailor the hell out of it and the old lady working behind the counter will be nervously fondling her rosary as you strut through the store in those dangerously high stripper heels deciding which plaid looks best on you or you can go to all places Ebay and find this little number brand new in a variety of sizes for under $20.00 and it includes free shipping and no sales tax in most cases.

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Since you’re playing those school scenes out why not work on a little new knowledge or at least a few new Ideas the Two Knotty Boys first book “Showing You the Ropes”. Oh so you own that one already. Most good rope folks do but the a nice IOU for their second book “Back on the Ropes”

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Speaking of rope do you still need a few more ideas. Lately I’ve been seeing and hearing more about Rainbow Rope and admittedly a large percentage of my MFP is from them. I really dig the flat MFP for corsets and gauntlet work although a little chair bondage thrown in for good measure isn’t so bad either. They will cut to order the length (at no extra charge last time I ordered from them) My only other advice on this one is that if you’re the type of person who can’t decide which color shirt to wear or buy then their color selection might be a bit over whelming.  (12/8/08 Note that since I posted this originally there have been a few threads on fetlife.com with several folks talking about shipping and customer service issues dating back to early fall.   While its not been my experience them there has been enough noise that I felt this additional caution necessary)

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So Let’s see Rope, Implements, Books, Play Clothes, and a little more rope. What else is there Shibaricon that’s what. The perfect gift for every experienced and budding rigger. I’m not sure if its new this year or not but you can buy another persons registration as a gift! The early reg fee is only $155 (accommodations is not included but the block room rate is $109 a night and its a great hotel…I’ve stayed there a lot over the years)

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He did show me the Dragon’s tail and snapped it on his own arm leaving an impressive welt. In addition to it all he’s a really cool guy who loves what he’s doing.

Well that concludes my Kinkster Christmas list for this year. Now where in the world are are the naughty ladies?

Tempting Fate Part 2 (fetish)


Current mood:dark, twisted and up to absolutely no good
Category: Writing and Poetry

First a little mood music to enhance your reading pleasure. After all I’m all about your pleasure. (insert devilish Grins as appropriate)

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So Happy Video

So as Ann sat there on the cold stone bench waiting nervously, sipping her drink and taking in the surreal environment before her. The skin she had grown so comfortable living in was suddenly alive and tingling, moist with anticipation and nervousness. The sounds alone were enough to take her to the very edge of things she would never be able to put into words. The sites took her to a state that bordered on a controlled motionless emotional frenzy. Her own time was coming but as she watched the uninhibited display of pleasure and pain, the mix of hellish torture that seeming might never end and the deranged orgasmic cries it was producing as bodied writhed away from their tormentors one second and melted in to them the very next.

Surrender was seeming inevitable. Surrender though had so many different meanings each a personal as the person who offered or took such a thing from another. One large bare chest woman pleaded in desperate and ravenous guttural tones not for mercy but for an orgasm as another woman fiercely pincher her already bruised nipples with delightful abandon while a short stocky man in black jeans painted her back a deeper shade of crimson with a mixture of long purple and black flails affixed to a polished cherry handle. Their playmate continued on in a dreadful tone begging to be allowed come which obviously only prolonged her state of denial.

She couldn’t look away as the couple continued their torment of of the woman, stopping and leaving her unstimulated, untouched, for even mere seconds put her through more hell than any of the wicked devices applied to her. Finally the man looked at her as the woman began again pinching at her well marked chest. Caressing and then squeezing, brushing her hands over her and then back to the cruel grip she had known earlier. The man placed a hand on her stomach, looked her deeply in the eyes. Ann grew more excited watching as she imagined the man sliding his massive paw into her partners panties. She watched, eyes glued on the trio as he knelt slowly before the restrained woman whose head was now thrown backward. Kneeling there slowly touching a knee, and then the other. His hands barely dancing up the flush flesh of her round thighs. She shuddered at his touch, and moaned now the seemingly inevitable. She gasped…”Yes mistress…please” the woman in front of her took a nipples between her thumb and fore finger, clasped down tightly. So tight in fact you could see her hands and wrists quivering from the exertion. Pulling her ample chest away from her sending her entire body, skin straining from the pressure, marks on full display and pain coursing through her body. And just when she was on the brink of existence where hell seemed endlessly deep and dark, heaven arrived. The man placed a hand firmly on each hip his face in front of her smooth shaved see through mesh clad pussy. Took a long deep breath, spread her lips without ever really touching them and then blew on her clit like a gentle breeze. Immediately into spasms that hurt to watch even from a distance. Her cries of delight all that could be heard.

Ann shifted nervously in her place on that cold stone bench, so turned on by everything before that she didn’t dare look away but was torn not knowing what else she might be missing in the other areas and all around her. Over stimulated would have been an understatement.

The orgasmic woman now hung limply against her restraints completely spent. Thoroughly marked, totally ravaged and completely fulfilled…for now.

Tempting Fate Part 1 (fetish)


Current mood:in my own sick litte world

I’ve decided to set another story in DC since I love it there and that’s where I was roaming the streets a few days last week. Besides it has a bit of a sexy edge which is something my writing of late hasn’t had much of lately which is a completely different post that’s coming soon.

On a similar note I came across this photographer (in case the link doesn’t work http://alternative-images.streamlinenettrial.co.uk/skin/ and some are duplicated on suffering4art.com)on a thread on fetlife and I thought his pictures were stunning and quite original in a way a lot of Fetish works aren’t.

I haven’t corresponded with him and don’t know him personally but there is something genuinely dark and erotic in these that is so often lost in the typical fetish pictures. Well that and I’m a sucker for great black and whites. For the record my two favorites are these two image numbers !0001–DSCF5498MOD-cropped600.jpg and !0003–DSCF6633Selenium600.jpg

Now on to the story.

Part 1

She was so comfortable in her own skin. She knew everything and was in total control is what she told herself as her heels clicked up the dark side walk in the cool air of a fall evening. The breeze blew past the buildings and through her clothes, touching her soft white skin with its tepid moist caress as it danced all over her.

She knew what she wanted she had fantasized about it a million times, lurked on web sites and forums for years. She had played it all out in her head. It was old hat, same old game on a brand new field but the rules certainly wouldn’t have changed. The game was always exciting but it was the new ball field or more so the audience that added to the excitement.

Cool as could be as she stepped through the door way and into the room. It was filled with an array of colorful character each symbolizing their own unique proclivities or combinations of them. One particular assortment felt no need to wait for a more secluded space for their wicked little game. Making her way to the bar her heart raced, ever so slightly. Ordering her drink her stomach began to

flutter and swallowing hard as she saw his unassuming form in the distance she questioned whether or not tis is what she really wanted, but only for a second.

Unassuming as he was lurking in shadows some how made him all the more becoming. Moving toward her his eyes unwavering as hers met his and then looked down. She missed his smile, the wicked little smile that said more than words ever could.

Good evening” she said nervously

He simply took her by the hand as she gulped down the last of her drink before being led across them room, down a hallway and into a large open space filled with images most would equate with a hellish mid evil torture chamber as sound of whooshing, cracks of cruel little devices against completely bared flesh and the accompanying screams and moans to match. Her heart was now pounding, her skin wet with nervous anticipation as she watched the people before her total engulfed in their own little worlds oblivious to the voyeurs taking delight in their actions.

She wondered what does one say to some one say to these people after they’ve finished. Is it polite to clap, to tell them you enjoyed their display of intimacy and surrender through a polite comment after the fact or was it best to just share a knowing smile.

She wondered because something told her soon enough it would be her on display.

118 Seconds of Bliss

Sexy Woman on the train tracksIt was a warm spring day when after a nice long weekend, in a home that wasn’t ours. Quarters that had been a bit to close for comfort or more accurately over run and cramped and some usually well cared for needs that I needed met in the worst way went unattended.

The first time were had been alone, truly alone in 5 days was as we hit the Garden State Parkway heading toward the airport.Sure there the normal amounts of traffic surrounded us but my hand wondered.At first just a little and then a little more until I knew I was tempting fate moving beyond playful and teasing him mercilessly as we made our way on to the interstate toward the rental care return.

Ok I was just being a bitch, a tease, and the look of frustration on his face made me even naughtier as I reached over more often and didn’t waste even a second being coy but rather got right back to business.I wanted to make sure that a million hours later that day when we did finally get home no matter how tired we were there would be a few moments of unbridled passion.A good hard quick lust filled pent up fuck is better than a good night’s sleep with no fuck at all.It sort of had an appeal all its own and up against the wall as soon as the door closed possibility turned me on just little more.My mind began really racing.

Honestly as I kept reaching across and rubbing him I wondered about on the air plane.Could we steal away to the restroom for a few minutes some where along the 4 hours flight.A cramped quarters release with a line outside was the stuff of sexual conquests and air travel legends.Do they give a merit badge to members of the mile high club?

As those thoughts danced through my increasingly horny little mind I wondered if perhaps a few salacious whispers and a couple blankets could provide a suitable alternative release.His hands were so magical, all the time in the world with no where to be, touching lightly, teasing me to the edge and back again.The knowledge that chances were he would tease me mercilessly as payback.When or if he did finally let get off I’d have to sit still, pressed into the seat. Holding back the overwhelming cries of delight being nearly silent surrounded by strangers with more than my legs quivering as I glimpsed the paradise that such a build up to orgasm could provide.

“Would you stop it!” he finally said sounding less than happy and shooting me a look that was anything but pleased. So what’s a girl to do? Grab a hold through the boy’s jeans and rub that hard little head with the heel of her hand a little more while her fingers tease his denim clad balls that’s what.

It didn’t help his mood any but it certainly got his attention, since we almost missed out exit.Despite growing up here it is an exit I’ve never missed and well one that from what I’ve heard you don’t want to miss since the part of town you have to turn around in isn’t so nice or even worse you end up heading to close to the city.

So I behaved and kept to myself, a relative term, for a few minutes.No sense in pissing him off completely. Sometimes he gets so uptight about getting where he’s going.Instead once again I found myself thinking about how long it would be before we got home, might as well be forever.No reason to have to wait that long.

We did have an SUV with tinted windows.Hmm wonder if there is a cell phone waiting lot near by we could put the seat down and crawl in the back for just a few minutes.Hell even if we had to pay for an hour’s time in some remote airport parking lot it would be very well worth it.There was plenty of time before the flight; for an appetizer.Just when you think the sex in a car years are behind you find yourself at Liberty worrying about how to put the back seat down in a rented SUV and finding a desolate parking spot.

I must have been lost in those thoughts for a few minutes too long, crying out “no” as I realized we were about to turn into the return lot.He ignored me somewhat frazzled by the signs and maze of roads leading to that point, finally asking as we pulled over the metal spikes to keep you from ever leaving the lot again.”No what?”

That was it my fantasy had been stolen.We exited the car and a breeze danced over my legs forcing my colorful wispy spring skirt to hug my hips as I walked, hair blowing in the breeze. Well at least I’d look like I’d just been fucked with all the wind.

Sometimes if you are just horny enough, a little too aroused and on the edge of becoming truly frustrated you hit a point of no return. It might be a fantasy, it might be a diversion or as it was on that sunny afternoon it might be that you get need to get some, just a taste, no matter how little to take a little of the edge off.

I had hit that point of no return.The return center was dead, at the start of the week everyone was coming into town as we were leaving.He dutifully dragged our bag toward the down escalator.

Sauntering along alluringly in front of him, of course knowing he was watching each swaying stride.

Finally inside and taking the ride down the escalator, still at that point of no return.The look in his eyes all but declared there was no chance in hell.He was too wrapped up in the hassles and minutia of travel so I excused myself to the restroom to take care of a few things and matters into my own hands before getting on the air train to head to the terminal. After all why should I suffer?

Alone with the door locked behind me, as good as the first instant and playful touch felt I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted. Sure it could hold me over.Now more than my mind was truly purring and primed it was time to tempt fate as I weighed my options. There was no need to stop yet was there? After all I was already edging on a frantic wreck and in a moment of clarity I decide to rejoin him.It was his touch I really wanted, well not exactly his touch but that would do in a pinch.

I tucked my thong in my purse, just to make things a little more accessible later.Besides they had sequins on the front triangle and the top of the back and god knows if they’d set off the metal detector.All I needed was the tactile sensation of a pat down by a stranger to make things worse.

He waited patiently by the door and now making our way up to the train I wished I hadn’t stopped.Too late to turn back now.It was empty as we made out way toward the platform…”the next train will arrive in4 minutes”the annoying red letters called out.I don’t know why but I made my way past the security person, past the benches and billboard to the far end of the station.As a few people milled about I stood shielded from their view, threw my arms around his neck and pressed against him.Perhaps the situation had been underestimated, my hand slipping between us to find a growing interest.

His eyes still said “no”, actually they looked more like they were saying “quit teasing me you cruel bitch, I will get even with you.”Not that his look in particular didn’t sound like fun either.

The train pulled up, the door opened and instead of entering the car right in front of us since there was some one in it I headed a few cars down to an empty one.Empty cars on the air train almost never happen let alone at 4:00 in the afternoon.He trudged along toting our bags.I sat on the open seats. He stood just inside the door.

Looking to be certain no one was too close before spreading my legs, lifting my skirt and flashing him.I just had to flaunt my silky smooth moist pussy.Sometimes I am such a shameless tease.It is amazing how a little kitty shot always gets his undivided attention.

“The doors are about to close and the train will be departing shortly” blared through the speakers.That’s when the most mischievous once in a life time opportunities came to me.Speed was of the essence.

I jumped to my feet, quite literally…we were still alone.

Pouncing not in his general direction but literally right at him our bodies collided as the doors began to close.We were all but guaranteed a few minutes of privacy.My hand on his zipper and the look on his face was so priceless as I lowered it.The train pulling away I whipped out a very erect member past his boxers and jeans just as we left the station.

“Fuck me” I pleaded with my most desperate of bedroom eyes and slutty tone as we cleared the station. Bending over to grab the silver railing in one hand and throwing my skirt onto my back with the other.

I almost came as he touched me there, entering not with a fevered desperate passion but with a slow, frustrating deliberate move.I drove myself onto him forcefully.”Harder” I cried out as he moved through me and back out again

Still playing slowly!Didn’t he know that the moment wouldn’t last as I looked up and out over the tarmack, the planes, the workers, all buzzing around in plain sight as he slid into and back out of me like we had all the time in the world.

As the Train began to slow I savored the view of the all the planes and people I could see and wondered if anyone had seen us.Not that I cared, as a matter of fact I hoped everyone we passed had caught a glimpse of what was going on.Being so daring excited me even more.All too soon I found myself tucking his fat cock back into his jeans and hoping for a few more seconds alone with him.This time we were joined by a host of people moving from one terminal to the next.Standing in front of him so we were touching but not obvious I waited and as the train pulled out I “fell into him” just a little.

I squirmed and wiggled catching my balance of course and brushed against him each time the train shifted.He leered and whispered into my ear “you’re going to pay for this”.I smiled and certainly hoped so.

One more stop and as the last person in the car with us left and the doors began to close he calm demeanor of before faded.No sooner than our car passed the station he attacked me.I was only too willing to welcome the not so subtle advance.A fevered fast and hard pace caused me to hold on for dear life as he fucked me savagely.I loved it.

Pounding away in those few moments I gasped, he only moved harder and faster.I moaned in delight at the sheer force he was exerting and panted from my own efforts.As we rounded the last turn not 30 seconds from the station I came so hard screaming in sheer delight.I didn’t care who heard or what they were wondering.I hope the heard and I hope they were wondering. He joined in the guttural sounds soon afterward exploding in a final series for hard deep thrusts to complete out little tryst.

We’ll have to look for this one on the internet he kidded as we headed down the escalator.Mumbling something about security cameras and that our little performance would make the best quickies of the year back in the TSA screening room.It could have mattered less the idea of being seen by people passing in cars and riding on planes was already a turn on but having it immortalized and watched over and over again made my blood boil with wonder and anticipation.

As we bordered the plane he grabbed a few blankets “Here you’re going to need these since I owe someone a little pay back”Grinning like the devil and I did he teased me mercilessly the entire flight home.

Why 118 seconds of bliss?Simple that is how long we had together alone on the train between terminal B & C,I wouldn’t trade those fleeting seconds for all the time in the world.

She Wants to Submit

Written as a script this fun little role play features a true brat as the female lead and me playing her foil in the audio portion (available above on the pickle player).   Have a fun night and sse you in the moring with the next episode.

M = the male part
V= equals the female part (Victoria more accurately)

V- My mind is racing and before he’s even said a word I know just by my posture standing there boldly, not giving and inch, looking him squarely in they eye that I am tempting fate.

Tempting him, daring him to try to take me to that place that he wants so desperately to take me to and that maybe, some where that I’m not entirely willing to admit I might really like to go.

My heels level the stature playing field…slightly! My outfit is tempting enough to turn any man to putty, make them dance to my whims and not theirs, to give me absolutely anything I ever wanted…and so much more.

M- So I walked into the room and there she is waiting, One look tells me Oh so here we go again, she is in one of those moods, thinking I’ll back down thinking she holds all the cards, thinking that she’ll wear me down and be the one who really is in control. Not to night not unless she yells out the only thing that will make me stop, A safe word. Other wise all the begging and pleading and struggling in the world won’t help her until I decide it’s finished. Who cares if she’s had enough limits were meant to be tested, boundaries just like strong willed little sluts were meant to be broken.

V- “Ahh about time you got here I was afraid you wouldn’t show. That the possibility that it was entirely too much for your stiff stoic little mind to handle. I’m not you’re average girl you know.”

My words are bold and not until after the last one escaped my lips did I notice there was something different about him tonight. He seemed more like a statue cut from the most magnificent granite…hard and cold. But I still continued on as he crossed the long open room toward me. His foot steps are slow and hauntingly heavy, echoing loudly. His standard casual attire was missing, replaced with leather pants, a black T shirt and big black ominous boots. Still I taunted him.

“I’m not sure what you has in mind but playing war really isn’t doing much for me so an you lose the fifth infantry battalion shoes. I had other thing in mind.”

M- “That’s ok what I’m going to do to you tonight is a direct violation of the Geneva Convention.”

V- My mouthed opened before I thought. “Oh so you planned on playing war. Because on second thought I realized that you might be doing a gay biker impersonation of Johnny Cash.” Realizing his words were cold and his steps toward me slowed as I glared at him, daring him to try to come closer. I had backed him down so easily men really can be such simple little play things. And right when I was about to speak. To make sure he knew that no matter how the scene played out I was the one calling each and every shot.

He stopped. I stepped forward. He didn’t move. I moved closer again just one step. Maybe he really was just a beautiful statue since he was completely still and silent. So I batted my eyes and worked my way towards him again ever so slowly. Now we stood not more than 10 feet apart. I mocked him noticing the small black bag he was carrying “NICE PURSE! It even matches your outfit I’m so proud of you”.

Not a word, perhaps I wondered if I hurt his feelings men can be so soft and sensitive theses days. As I approached closing the last of the distance he smiled the most wicked little grin.

Finally his voice broke the silence

M - “That’s a good start. A very good start.”

V -What is? You standing still and silent. True some times I do like the strong silent type but not the still and silent type. It might be an indication of a lack of other skills, if you know what I mean.

M- “No the good start was that you already learned to come.”

V- and just then I realized that he had been in control all along, that I had played right into what he wanted but the game was far from over. “I plan on coming a lot”

M – “I bet you do. Hand!”

V- So I started to Clap (insert clapping) and then he snatched my hand right at the wrist. I pulled and put the other one behind my back quickly in an act of futile defiance. I’ll give him one thing he is a very strong man because as I pulled and all but hung my body weight from the limb he has seized and he didn’t so much as flinch holding me there like I was nothing more that a feather.

M- Now we are going to do this my way, every single second of it my way, and it will be a night you you’ll never forget.

V – “Unlikely” I bratted back at him. But as his grip tightened like a vice I could feel his warm flesh was indeed not stone now however his eyes were wicked in a way I had never seen before and he wore a sneer bordering on a grin. “I dare you to even try”. Bratting him once again

He let go of my wrist and it joined my other hand behind my back with such force that I stumbled backward, lost my balance, and crumbled in to a sexy heap on the floor.

M-”Strip”

V- Really had he become monosyllabic, “Hand! Strip!” Not much in the way of conversation to seduce a girl but hey I’ll play along in the name of a good time. So I found my way to my feet. Took another step or two back to make sure he had a really good view and started to move ever so slowly. Running my hand over my curves, a touch here, a little pat there, a shimmy a shake and a wiggle before reaching for the first buttons and then the second I drug our my little number for a good ten minutes before I got down to noting more than heels and panties.

M “So you only get one choice tonight. Which would you like first what’s in my bag or pocket first”

V “well a girl like me has to keep her options open. Is what’s in the bag bigger than what’s in your pocket?”

M “Of course it is. But you’re going to get both so pick”

V- Well I certainly hope so. So would I rather go from big to small or small to big?”

M- as I said your choice. Pick.

V- “let’s go with big first” and as I started toward him he tossed the bag at my feet. Completely unnecessary but I made the most of it, walked past the bag. Turned my back side towards him and bent over slowly and playfully making sure he was watching. The boy’s blood had to be boiling just watching me but to his credit he wasn’t letting it show. We’ll see how strong his will is when I get a little closer. And the second I looked toward the bag. CRACK right across my ass, and some where between the unexpected smack and the gasp I let out he swatted me again. So I snatched the bag stood up and was about to set things straight.

M- Put them on NOW!

V- What the fuck was that!

M – not even the start now open the bag and put them on or I will.

V- Opening the bag I saw four thick red leather cuffs with glistening d rings that could keep an aircraft carrier docked. These weren’t sex shop novelty items they were the real thing. Pushing him a little bit more “I won’t and you can’t make me” And with that he swallowed me in his arms and wrestled me to the ground before I knew what was going on I was face down with a hand behind my back and one cuff almost on.

I struggled and he spanked me again to get my attention. For one reason or another I kept struggling and when I reached back with my other arm to cover my now stinging and searing hot ass he grabbed that hand and put the cuff on.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>V- .. –>[endif]–>Bastard

M – YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A BASTARD I AM, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT!

V- Well I’m not sure if you’ve ever been tackled, pinned to the ground naked, smacked and cuffed. It can be quite the experience but I wasn’t going to give in that easy he was going to have to work for my respect. So always being the consummate brat I protested and told him “I dared you to make me put on the ankle cuffs”.

M – Fine have it your way.

V – The next sound was of a karabiner working its wicked little magic and then he picked me up like a rag doll. I just love it when that happens and set me back up on my feet. About the time that same time he managed to take a hold of my arms and lock the two cuffs together in front of me.

Guess I still haven’t learned since I decided to tell him “that was stupid now I couldn’t put the other cuffs on if I wanted to”

M – “Oh you can and you will. You just need a little proper motivation”

V - about that time he reached for the bag and unzipped a few sections I had over looked. He began pulling out an assortment of wicked little things that left nothing to the imagination. It was quite certain what they were for and more importantly that he intended to use each and every one of them on me.

So I decided to rethink my approach and took a seat, trying not to come crashing down. He just stood there and watched as I fumbled with my bound hands to collect the cuffs, contort my body and put them around my ankles.

He towered in the distance watching with wicked delight as I struggled. Looking at me and the picking up some biting little implement or another seemingly at about the exact second I was going to give up or say something.

Finally with both of them in place I rolled from my bottom to my knees and before I could reach forward to balance my self to stand he stepped right in front of me.

.. –>[if !supportLists]–>M- .. –>[endif]–>See a little motivation always helps, but don’t think you’re getting off that easy. Besides I like the position you’re in. Kneeling at my feet seems to suit you.

V- “Don’t get used to it won’t last for long.”

M- That’s right it won’t I have other uses for you. It seems we have forgotten something oh yes the thing in my pocket,

V- So with that he pulled out a long black silk scarf. I felt its soft coolness as he covered my eyes. In the darkness I could feel my skin tingling, the stimulation fading ever so slightly from our earlier encounter, the hard leather of the cuffs against wrists and the weight of it against my ankles. He helped me to my feet and led me across the room, down what I imagined to be the hall and into who knows where. He clasped my legs wide to something very solid.

Leaned me forward slightly and uncuffed my hands placing each of my fingers around a cold metal bar. As I griped it tightly the sound of chains ensuring my hands stayed in place echoed through my mind.

I waited and heard foot steps come and go. No doubt how he had left me he was collecting all those cruel devices I say him handling so eagerly in the other room.

M- Is there anything you’d like to say before we really begin

Victoria- Considering my options and for once choosing my words very carefully I stood silently.

M- Well?

Victoria-You’re going to have to make me” and before I could finish the sentence he tore the last stitch of clothing off my body in one violent unapologetic pull. I screamed out “I’m yours, do what ever you want to me, I want and need you to. I want to submit”

Finally we were getting somewhere good and things hadn’t even really started yet.

Caress,Touch, and Pinch

Welcome back ! This post finds us at the mid point in kink week and nothing like starting the second half of anything off right. Hopefully after this you’ll be heading off to bed but not sleep since you’ll certainly be very hot and bothered after this little tale of lust and sensation play on the audio delivered by another special guest who is an extremely talented and popular writer of her own accord The Naked Nurse.


Be Sure to visit her at her own site theOfficialNakedNurse.com and to hear the audio visit malflic.libsyn.com or  in the pickle player above.  Her voice is really something special and I can’t thank her enoughfor taking her time to do this for me.

Standing there, exposed in oh so many ways. Vulnerable in ways that can not be seen, and could never be expressed in words. Images of his toned shirtless torso and handsome face moving through the darkness swim through my mind like a raging river. Each step causing him to dance between the shadows and flickering candle light in the distance mysteriously as he approaches me again, after what had felt like an eternity.

His eyes are filled with and unquenchable desire for me, and only me. No one else matters, no one else even exists for these all too few moments. My body already warm with anticipation melts into him as we touch, pressing every inch of my being against him, hoping that he knows and can fill my every unspoken need.

It’s a heat that soon enough will give way to a torrid embrace and overwhelming sensations as his arms swallow and draw me closer. His lips warm, and soft, and wet kiss my neck.

I taunt and tease with my subtle yet suggestive movements, the anticipation growing even faster than my arousal. His hands dance across my skin knowingly, over my sensuous hips, barely a tickle, a finger tip traces up my back, and along my arm. I shudder in delight knowing there is so much more to come.

The soft touch of his finger tip slowly fades, giving way to the gentle taunting caress of his large strong hands, moving, ever so slowly up the entire length of my legs, across my bottom and to the small of my back. I could suffer this forever fate forever drinking in his admiration, a goddess, his goddess and the all consuming source of his passion

A whisper in my ear, a few words that floated in the air just before his hand playfully smacks my ass. The echo of his flesh against mine bounces through the room and before I can savor that feeling, the tingle, the subtle sting that only heightened my sensations as I wait. And wait for another but instead his hands find my breasts he presses into me from behind. Oh those magical hands so large, strong, firm, and knowing. They move me in a way that only his hands ever could. I moan deliciously filled with delight as he teases my ever hardening nipples.

I wait for what I know is coming, what I wish he would get to. Seconds pass slowly, each sensation drives me in to ecstasy. Still he’s taunting me with his hands, teasing me with his caress and then as the excitement builds and I begin to lose hope my nipples find themselves between his fingers; he pinches. My unbridled delight escapes me lips.

Now rolling their hardness between his thumb and for finger the pinch begins to bite in such a delicious way. I grind into him and his grip tightens, controlling me with only his finger tips, my knees weaken but he’s holding me firmly. I find myself swaying, rubbing my ass against his growing lust, wanting something so much deeper instead. Moaning in delight, hoping he’ll continue, I feel myself getting wetter, my heavy breaths all but scream out to him that he’s taken me to the edge.

His hands soften and touch me gently again, in that area where my breasts meet my torso, it sends chills through me then I feel him moving away. Pressing back into him, how can he not know what I want? What I need. His hands dancing all over me, back down my legs, tracing with a finger nail here, a finger tip there just enough to make me wild with desire, a playful pat, a lick and a nibble. His body teases mine as he moves to my side.

“Close you eyes” he instructs me. And his touch is gone. But it is like I can feel him and as I steal a peek he is standing there in front of me, so strong and handsome. Looking into my eyes, his hands rest on my hips before moving across my stomach and he takes my hardness between his fingers again squeezing.

He steps backward and I follow, he does it again, and again I follow, this dance continues until we find ourselves alone in a candle lit room. Still he only teases, a playful touch, a brief rough pinch, a soft caress watching my eyes closely, seeing through them into my soul, my hopes, my lust, and my desires.

He takes my hands in his and then slowly places them on my chest. My own touch excites me even more, knowing that his can attend to other things.

“Close your eyes” his voice instructs me. And with one last glance before shutting them not only is he mine but I am with out a doubt entirely his.

“No peeking” I murmur my consent to those terms all the while wondering what he has planned. And then again his hands are gone. I can feel him, still so close. A shuffling step, a rustling sound, something sliding, every sound amplified, each sensation heightened, I am so very alive. Standing there eyes shut and waiting.

My eyes open! I’m startled as the wax hits my chest, its running over my breasts as he continues to pour I start to come. Our eyes meet and he touches me again, roughly, pinching, my legs quiver, our lips meet, our tongues dance, his hands wonder south and send me even deeper into my orgasm.

My screams of pleasure fill the silence of the night…and we’ve only just begun.

Toy with Me

The First bed time edition of Kink week begins with double edition first a poetic and a Playful Little Flirtation Between lovers “Toy with me”.   Kink isn’t always tie me to the bed post sometimes it is the subtle things, the words, the glances, and all the other hidden exchanges that make everything so delicious.

Then we move on to a rope bondage piece “Tiny Little Lines” focused on the caress, the tease and sensations as you surrender to your lover will and whims. The Audio featuring my Chesty Blonde can be found on the pickle player above or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com

TOY With ME

The Chesty Blonde = Standard text

Malflic = Italics

Keep me wondering in a magnificent state of disarray and lust filled intoxication. Wondering if you are thinking those wonderful dirty little things I am. Wondering if the give and take that is so electric is about to ignite.

Visions of you dance in my mind even when you’re not near, in a way that consumes who I was and creates who I want to be. And merely steps away you sit there indifferently, pretending not to notice how my blood boils and my souls laments in the way only a poet can express and a lover could understand.

I can’t tell from across the room if you even know exactly what I’m thinking, if you have even the slightest inkling, or the faintest understanding of how insanely hot the fire you’re playing with is.

A specter of my lust and temptress who casts her wicked little spell over me. One who can’t even begin to fathom the power she has, or worse yet one who knows exactly everything she possesses

How a simple unintentional spark could send your life careering into a place you never imagined. Into a world of whispers, shadows and unspeakable desires, a world where the inferno I create has consumed and left wrecked many lesser men.

Noticing even from this cursed distance the possibilities, each subtle soft curve of your Devine form, every deep intoxicating breath, the shimmer of your lips that pales in comparisons to the desire that beats for you in my wicked and jaded little heart.


Coyly you glance my directions, your subtlety does not even begin to discourage my desire, it feeds it causing the needs to rise up to a point of a tension an unintended catalyst that sets everything in motion. Or was that the idea the entire time as I sat with osthers, isolated from you , uniformed of your thoughts, feelings and intentions.


Oh the thing you cause me to think, the very things that would lead us both to the edge of our human desires and dare taunt all that is beyond them with Thoughts and things that would make a whore blush and nations to damn me for thinking them. But none of that matters as I wait for you to come closers to abandon them and find a reason to escape with me into the cool cover of the night, into the shadows, and into what I desire most that can only ever be shared with you


Waiting and hoping that the time would arrive when something, anything a glimmer of hope, a sign of intention, a possible second to escape for how ever brief an interlude would appear. Fleeting seconds, cursing fate, despising the gods of carnal desire What I wouldn’t give, the sins that I would commit. If only you knew. If only you had taken the time to grace me with your attention, to dance in the movements of my desire, to walk with the deities of lust and passion, to fade into the shadows screaming in the night, howling with delight, made with ecstasy and wanting to do anything, and everything you ask…and so much more….instead


You remain distant, not cold but certainly not warm as I long for your touch, your kiss on my lips your breath on my and you body against mine.

But you just sit there and Toy with me And so I wait.

The Release

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.