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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.

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.

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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

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

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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.

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.

Something Wicked

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Here’s my offering of edgy and intense for your own imaginations to run wild with.    If  you’d like the audio version can be heard by click here or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com

 

 

Not shaking yet but edging ever closer to that subtle uncontrollable loss of composure she made her was toward the door.  He followed her, merely lingering a few steps behind. His heavy boots causing each long and lumbering stride to call out like the very literal sound of impending doom watching her as it moved closer. 

 

Making her way down the dark hallway bathed in motionless shadows.  Everything had fallen absolutely silent, except for his menacing movements.  Perhaps she just wasn’t hearing a sound as her mind raced playing the look she saw in his eyes over and over again.  A look filled with what could only be described as sinister intent.

 

It sounded so ominous, and felt like the world was watching her as she passed by every set of glaring and damning eyes.   Moving like a nervous and damned woman. She was convinced everyone knew what awaited her on the other side of the door that was now not so far in the distance. 

 

Fear when it takes the place of knowledge and reason it causes a vivid imagination like hers, at first it runs wild and imagines only the worst and then from there twists each and every of those irrational concerns into all consuming fictional possibilities, swimming in the unreal and the infinite uncertainty.

 

Sweat started to form on her pretty little brow, and her legs grew weak as she reached for the door. Fighting back the urge to throw herself on the floor and plead for anything but what she was imagining.  Instead her hand obediently turned the knob and it began to swing open.

 

 

She looked back at him hoping to see a glimmer of mercy in his eyes, there was only a glimmer of something wicked as she then turned to face the music and broke the threshold by stepping into the chamber.  Expecting him to arrive behind her only seconds later instead he called out as he passed.  “You know what to do to get ready.  Hop on up. I’ll be back”   Oh he’ll be back alright and far too soon for her liking as she waited a still growing bundle of nerves for him to return and join her.

 

That time was growing ever closer but not upon her just yet.  And after a few deep breaths and clearing some of the awaiting horrors and torture from her mind, the no so silent screams she believed she heard coming from the next room down.  Wicked little devices drilling away bits of a persons being in all too sensitive area’s.  Some people never seem to learn, and she was one of those.

 

Always well intentioned, starting off on the right foot after each session but shortly there after falling back to her old ways and bad habits.  Habits so engrained and bred out of pure laziness that even the times like these failed to improve or break them.

 

In the hall way the foot steps stopped, menacingly paused in front of her door.  All her sense were ablaze again as she heard another voice along with his and before the reality of the entire situation settled in the door had been opened and she jumped.  Her heart raced and her body shook subtly as he moved towards her.  She wanted him to start if for no other reason than the entire ordeal would be closer to over.  And it being over is the one thing that she wanted most.

 

But instead he took his time arranging the tools of his sadistic trade. A trade that had the guises of helping, of providing not only preventative measure but relief from the pain of things gone awry, no matters who fault it was…even if it was nature playing her cruel hand, or neglect in and of itself. It led to something awful.

 

The awful sounds of the tortured souls that had been off in the distance and next door were gone and as he set the last of his implements down to a clinking, thudding tone.  He looked in to her eyes.

 

She couldn’t see his mouth but as his voiced explained what was going to happen in very eloquent detail, she could feel him grinning behind his mask as he put her into position and reached toward the tray holding his devices.  She opened wide giving in to the inevitable and she could see it in his hand, moving in a unrelenting fashion toward her. 

 

He was about to begin and he was beginning with something wicked.

 

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.

A Surrender, Part 1 The beginning

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By request and due to their over all popularity another female dominateseries 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.

There was no doubt he was going to be punished it was something that he had earned in his mistress’s eyes. At times he craved the attention, the release and the surrender to every wicked little whim and desire, now was one of those times as he played mischievously disobeying instructions and lessons that had long ago been learned. It was the little things that he knew got to her. They were things no one else would even notice or think twice about. But she certainly did and the look before she even opened her mouth said it all.

 

“You’ve been warned” she whispered to him. He knew what that meant and then turning to her hosts and friends a few minutes later.

 

“If you’ll excuse us for a few minutes we have some things to attend to and a few errands to run if you don’t mind.” This was news to him but as pleasantries and assurances that they’d be back shortly were exchanged, she headed for the door and he followed.

 

As the car door closed and the engine started her pleasant tone changed now that they were alone. “I am going to beat your little ass so red you’ll spend the rest of the evening standing and the remainder of the week trying not to sit down”

 

He knew she was serious but surely they weren’t going to drive 45 minutes across town to home. Sitting silently she drove a little further out, pulled down a few back roads and with nothing in sight but country side and hills stopped the car 5 minutes from where they had just been.

 

“Get out and follow me” she lead him though a patch of trees and evergreens, surveyed the surroundings, listened to make sure nothing seemed to be with in earshot, and instructed him. “Give me your belt and a bare bottom right now or it will only be worse!” He knew she wasn’t playing and with a swift motion his belt was unbuckled, out of the loops and placed in her hand. Almost as quickly as she folded it in half his pants were lowered and he began to bend over.

 

Nothing was said. He settled into position and the few seconds that did pass seemed like an eternity before she laid that first biting smack that swooshed through the air onto his backside. She whipped the thick brown leather belt with relentless precision and a no nonsense pace across his bare ass over and over, turning his white cheeks to a fiery stinging red almost instantly.

 

He struggled to stay in position hands on his knees and bottom pushed outward towards her as the speed and intensity continued on. Each stroke stinging more than the last, the pain grew even more intensely building upon itself as the punishment continued on for nearly 5 minutes.

 

She spoke, the pause was welcomed. “I hope you know this is just the beginning of what you’re going to suffer for your behavior.”

 

“Yes Mistress” he answered not knowing at all what she had planned.

 

Five more lashes with the belt to refresh his memory left him uncertain.

 

“Don’t you dare move.”

 

He didn’t as he heard her footsteps move away from him. He could hear her off in the distance. Not sure if she had returned to the car, or wanted a few minutes to collect herself. But suddenly he could hear her approaching again.

 

I’ve decided to make the most of our little start and finish this part of your punishment with something new. He heard it cut through the air, and cut it would as she swung the switches she had collected so he could hear them before being beat with them.

 

The first bit into his already sore bottom with an searing intensity. Each of the strokes made her displeasure more apparent. There was nothing but the sound of the implement going though the air and then impacting his backside with intention and force. Marks from the branches began to rise and she had just started. After breaking position ever so slightly his admonishment was “Oh so you still haven’t learned to obey, Maybe something thicker will help your naughty ass learn to stay in place.

 

Pausing only long enough to pick up another more menacing and painful stick and beginning again by more marks over his red bottom that had been more than covered with welts on top of growing welts from the back top of his thighs, to the core of his now exhausted and pain filled being through a thoroughly disciplined butt.

 

“That should make you a good boy for the rest of our outing. But don’t forget you still have more coming when we get home later.” She said stopping to look at her work in a dark crimson, her long nails tracing the lines across his bottom. He waiting and she swatted him with her hand, almost playfully.

 

Wincing and tensing again she took the opportunity to place a few firm hand spank on his hot cheeks. “ Not stand up” He did, pants still around his ankles waiting to be told he could get dressed again.

 

She looked at him.

 

“Thank you Mistress for correcting me. I am sorry I disappointed you.” He offered.

 

“No you’re not, you wanted punished. So just you wait.”

 

Moments later he was allowed to redress and found himself sitting gingerly in the car riding back to her friends.

 

True to her word, he wanted to stand but being wicked she asked him to sit next to her on a wooden bench. The evening wore on and all the while he wondered what else she had in store when they got home.

A Daring Start

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 So here’s the temptation as I begin obsessing with audio I find myself writing with different voices in mind.  So in a way this one is an exploration of that and the post was designed as a script. Steal it, use it with a lover, or role play till your hearts content with the daring exhibitionist in your life. 

 

The Chesty Blonde takes the vocal lead on this little adventure so I encourage you to give it a listen.  The story while certainly not my most graphic piece explores adventure and play in a real world setting.  Just remember if you try it on your own I am not responsible for any indecency charges or cleaning fees.

 

 Malflic

 

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As I made my way to the airport bags in hand and the night sky still struggling against the first light of day my arrival in the next city seemed inevitable.   My over coat tightly buttoned and lapping at my calves with each and every stride the entire adventure was destined to be a mystery. 

 

Somewhere between excitement and trepidation occurred as the garage door opened I drew my scarf tight against my face and made my way to the ice cold waiting car.  It sat there taunting me with its frigid interior that would begin spewing the ice cold night air at me as I shivered.

 

A few minutes later while still waiting for the heater to warm up as the damn thing navigated seemingly with a will of its own mindlessly down a high way I had traversed a million times before.  Blinking 40 minutes were gone and I found myself  at the exit.  It was not the last chance to bail out on the entire weekend but something about stepping out of the car seemed to be a point of no return..  Arrangements that had begun weeks earlier when he had asked me if I’d like to join him for the weekend. A chance to be away to be somewhere different or new even for a few days is always welcome.  Still as he booked the airfare the mere mention of the weekend would be an adventure should have given me a clue, even just a little one that he had already thought things out.

 

Then again it is not where the true adventure nonsense really began.

 

Last night as I began to pack the phone rang, there’s a note for you with some instructions his voice stated matter of factly. 

M   In it is a copy of your itinerary, a few details about what to do after you land and a few other instructions. 

 

F  Thinking nothing of it since he was at times a neurotic wreck about travel we finished our conversation while I packed.   After all what kind of input could he have that was really all that pertinent.  Eventually I went off to find the letter.
 

In it was everything that he promised plus instructions to make sure that I wore my long winter coat, a warm scarf, and had gloves.  Nothing odd there, not in the least.  He asked that I dress nicely since we would have to be at lunch with a few clients before going to the hotel and make sure to bring an empty bay along. 
 

Well big city, warm coat and an empty bag.  What was a girl to think except that there would be some very serious shopping involved.  Now what kind of lady would I be if that didn’t hold at least a little appeal.  He didn’t feel the need to bring up comfortable shoes, ahh I thought maybe he already understood that would be a given.

 

This morning just before leaving the house he sent a text.  There’s more instructions under the drivers seat but don’t open them until after you land.  Dress nice, extra bag, can you say the sneak was sending me out with a personal shopper for the day.  Client lunch my ass.  Or so I thought.

 

Of course I was dying to know.  So I read it.  “are you here yet.  If not you might want to stop and start over once you land.”  I didn’t listen.  He probably knew better. And I read on.   When you land you’ll get a text telling what to do next.  One wrong step could be very embarrassing so follow the directions completely when you get them.  Chance are you brought an empty suit case so check it and on your way through buy a duffel bag,  

 

Two empty bags, that seemed a bit curious. A little coffee, an uneventful flight and right as I got off the plane in came the text.  Of course I almost ignored it but decided to check it anyway.

 

 

M  “Your bags will be picked up for you and taken to the hotel.  Did you get your duffel bag”

 

F No I really don’t need one.” I texted back.

 

M “I’d recommend it before we continue”

 

 F he answered back

 

Silly man so I went and picked one out, a nice one mind you. Then as I made my way through the crowded concourse the next one came in.

 

 M  “Are you ready to play?”

 

F “sure why not?”  After all who knows what he was thinking.

 

The phone rang

 

M “Good. Are you wearing your top coat?”

 

F “Of course”

 

M “Then call me when you get to baggage claim”

 

F “A little obsessive aren’t we.  Afraid some one will steal me?”

 

M Yes. Call me when you get there.

F  Swinging my bag, and a few other things I walked to the edge of the madness stared grateful I was on the other side of the security line and descended the escalator toward baggage claim.

 

The phone rang.  His voice was clear and the instructions sent my heart racing.  After drinking it all in I reconfirmed the one fact that needed it.  “Yes I’ve got the number car seven twelve.”

My heels clicked as I made my way to the restroom, finding an over sized stall at the end I locked the door behind me. Following the instructions to a T. I stripped,  slowly slipping   my skirt off of my hips. My heart raced even more as I folded it and put in the now obviously necessary bag.   A creamy blouse so demure and un assuming exposed my soft warm flesh slightly more as each button was un done.  As my fingers touched the next one it raised my senses more and more, heightening the tension, building somewhere between nervousness and arousal.
 

Slipping it off my shoulders modesty waned behind the shiny silver door and folding everything neatly, placing it in my new bag and finishing up a few final touches.  The coat covering my bared flesh with its long thick wool, checking it one last time to make certain it wouldn’t be flying open  at an in opportune time.  Tightly tucking my scarf securely in place to cover what could otherwise be exposed bits and pieces that while certainly not private would have raised a few eyebrows. 
 

Making my way my way past the sinks and back into a public area.  Not daring to make eye contact with anyone in the now crowed passage. Some of the my boldness of a few moments ago faded as there I stood there and spotted a large man in a black suit holding my luggage.  He smiled, after he knew I saw him and turned without saying a word. 

Of course I followed.  

The sensation of the silk lining teasing my otherwise naked body with each stride, was a maddening distraction.  Its slow gentle caress, enticing, making me aware of the lack of layers, still I didn’t know what to expect.  

As for expectations stockings and heels were the only thing anyone would expect to see from the knees down but if they only new how out of the ordinary my attire was above that point, it might have caused a scene. 
 

I wondered as busy travelers passed by and the occasional glance and smiles worried me.  The insane idea that a random stranger would know from the look on my face caused me to blush, in a most immodest way.

Stepping through the vestibule the first blast of the sub artic air kissed my face and as it filled my lungs the gusts made their way beneath my coat, between my legs and causing my entire body to shudder. Crossing traffic a city cop waved me past to the center island and standing next to my bags and the foreboding gent in the black suit a long white limo with the number 712 rounded the corner. 

It seemed like an eternity as it weaved through traffic, meandering around busses and shuttles.  The driver pulled to the curb even with me.  Flashing a wide and wicked grin he moved the ridiculously long vehicle so the back door was a simple two strides from me.  The windows along the side of the car were blacked out with the deepest darkest black I had ever seen and to add to the mystery were covered in a thick layer of ice.  The ice muted their dark color making the windows look liked an odd muted crystal, topped off in a cloudy white. 

 

As the trunk popped open I jumped out of my skin startled and waiting.  The surreal vision of my bags being placed in the by the large man I had followed outside washed over me as I was startled again as the driver slammed it shut.  He didn’t speak he simply turned and headed back toward the front of the car.

So much for service.  

Looking down, the back door had begun to swing open ever so slightly.  The air from the balmy interior sent steam spewing into the bitter cold concrete wasteland surrounding me an emerald green light escaped the interior.  And there he was, smiling like the devil.

Now I understood, and new exactly where it was going.  As the limo door swung open all the way. I returned the favor unbuttoning my long coat, one step from the door swung it open all the way, the 5 degree air all but took my breath away, my bared flesh quivered with anticipation and chill.   My nipples, well they were already erect, but the exposure made them as hard as they had ever been.
 

As I bent down to get in the car the oncoming traffic surely got a glimpse of bare hip. Perhaps something more.   Warm air filled my lungs, the door quickly closed behind me as I fell into his arms.  Sliding myself against him, the coat a recently disregarded appendage, the bag tossed thoughtlessly to the far end of the long bench seat.     

I sat there in nothing but a garter, stockings, and heels, bathed in the dark green light and the mysteriously tropically scented heat.  Sipping the glass of champagne he handed me.

“Now what?”  I asked

 The look in his eyes said it all as we began cavorting indecently before the car had even cleared the end of the terminal.

Through the Walls

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It’s been a while since I’ve penned a pure spanko story so here it goes.  I got the idea while out on a run yesterday through a new neighborhood a few down from mine. Tradesman talked and hammered inside a newly constructed home I was passing.  The homes were so close, perhaps 12 feet apart it made me wonder what else could be heard through the walls. Is it still called voyeurism if you can only hear it and not see it or is it simply eavesdropping?   

 

The Chesty Blonde Provides the intro and outro in the audio version which can be found at malflic.libsyn.com

 

 

It was an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon and John decided to spend a little time outside, just puttering mostly with this and with that but nothing in particular.  After all there weren’t many warm sunny days in the middle of winter and even though the holiday decorations had been long since put away still the tepid breeze gave the illusion that spring time might be just around the corner if not already upon him.

 

Winter was an odd time and the normally bustling neighborhood became dormant, no one out chatting on the side walk.  No kids in the streets, BBQ’s, over the fence conversations, or hours spent in the sun tending to lawns and gardens in a endless battle against nature and man to have the best coiffed patch of suburbia.

 

Every one pretty much knew everyone else but winter was reduced to waving from cars and even the dogs ran back in when let out as quickly as possible to avoid the cold.  There was one exception, John’s new neighbors who moved in late last fall just as the weather turned.  Sure he had done the neighborly thing and introduced himself but shortly after that the first cold snap started.  Standing at the back corned of the house puttering with the down spout he heard a faint crack come from his new neighbors’ house.

 

Thinking nothing of it he continued to while away his time.  Dressed in her little school girl out fit complete with scuffed shoes and a wrinkled un-tucked blouse and an indecently short plaid skirt that didn’t even completely cover her panties Lisa made her way to the living room and the closed shades tightly.  Passing past the table that loomed ominously in the center of the dining room she peeked out into the yard and saw John by the back corner of the house.  Fortunately he didn’t see her as she drew the thick drapes and sheers so tightly that the light of day had vanished leaving the room in an odd dark state for a moment.  

 

John still unaware in his quiet suburban Hamlet tending to the things he perhaps loved but certainly occupied his time with.  Other things were a foot and had yet to start in earnest when he heard Dave’s voice stern and slightly elevated through the wall “You had better get your nose in that corner young lady”  the chandelier now ablaze  compensating more than adequately for the eclipsed sun. 

 

John knew what he thought he heard.  When the thought dawned on him that he knew for a fact that Dave and Lisa didn’t have any children.  Perhaps his old ears were not what they once were.  Still he lingered near the back corner his house, not really knowing why, then again he was out side puttering just to putter so why not stay where he was and fix the edging, think about the upcoming planting. 

 

Lisa at that very moment was just inside her home’s walls was pressing her nose and perky little chest into the corner that 5 feet or so on the other side of the same corner her unsuspecting neighbor studied his landscaping. Dave was opening the Armoire and the squeak of the hinges made Lisa’s heart jump as she began to worry about exactly what her was moving from it. She could hear him placing an assortment of things on the buffet.

 

“Stick that little ass out”  Dave instructed walking towards her.  Crack, his hand landed on one cheek and then the other.  Then a few more, John’s ears perked up.  And Dave’s voice rang through clear as a bell.  “I’m going to beat that little ass of yours bright red.  Do you understand?”

 

Lisa answered even more clearly, “Yes sir”.  He smacked each of her cheeks soundly with his hand a few more times just to let a little sting start to build.  John was certain of what he was hearing. He inched away from his garden and toward their walls, he couldn’t believe his ears.

 

“Now say it”  Dave asked.

 

Lisa, still with her nose and tits pressed in the cornered and her cheeks the slightest shade of pink under her panties pleaded playfully.  “Don’t make me ask.”

 

Dave’s eyes narrowed “I asked you to say it. Don’t make me ask again” Pausing, picking up a leather paddle and cracking it just hard enough on his own leg to get her attention.

 

Lisa still playing “Can’t you just do it.  I don’t want to say it.” 

 

Dave grabbed her by the waist pulling her bottom out ward immediately after she finished and landed the long leather paddle across her in quick succession five times. 

“So you want to be defiant today young lady!” He added as he paused.

 

John listening intently still couldn’t believe his ears, he forgot that it was a warm winter day with the sun on his face.  He forgot that he was holding a flat spade to fix his edging and in drinking the sounds of his new neighbors forgot that a few seconds earlier he was worried about one of their welfare when he heard Lisa giggle.

 

“of course, That’s half the fun.” She added in a tone that he at first wasn’t certain of. And then after hearing five more cracks of the paddle.  

“Well?” Dave asked

 

Lisa off balance, still more or less tucked into the corner, hands out against the wall with her stinging butt pulled out toward the room giggled.  Dave waited and then swatted her again, she laughed and then once more the paddle cried out “CRACK” as it landed over the shirt tails, skirt and panties.

 

“Fine” she put on her playful pouty little voice “I’ll say it, you know that I hate when you make me say it”.  John focusing waiting with great anticipation to hear what she said as Lisa looked back at Dave and with a grin “I’m ready for you to spank me!”  

 

Dave replied “why?”

 

No sooner than the words sank into John’s head, making certain that he was hearing what her thought he was hearing wondering what he should do, notify the authorities, ring the door bell to see if she’s alright but just then she added quite loudly, dropping the pout “Because I love it, I want you to bend me over, pull down my panties, and spank my naughty bare ass bright red.”  Her arousal growing as the words escaped her lips.

 

“Oh so you want to be spanked?”  Dave inquired?

 

“Yes, do you know how I want it?” she toyed back now pressed into the corner.  John drifting ever closed to his neighbor’s walls to make certain he didn’t miss a word.  Had he moved that way much more his ear might have been pressed against their wall barely inches from her nose. 

 

“Bend over the table” Dave said leading her to the table and positioning her bottom in plain view her crest pressed into the surface arms reaching out to grab the edges.  John imagined the scene in his own way, slightly different but with the same end result. 

 

 

Dave lifted her skirt, and patted her playfully. 

 

“Not over them”  She said “Pull them down and spank my bare bottom” Wiggling her slightly pink cheeks at him and he lowered them and applied a wooden spoon covering every inch of her bottom.  John listened to each and every rapid fire sound and delighted murmur still imagining what was going on and not knowing exactly was killing him.

 

“How’s that young lady?” Dave asked.

 

“A nice warm up,  I’m sure I’m getting red.” She said loudly so Dave just played along answering in a tone that was crescendo as well. “So have you learned your lesson?”

 

“Not hardly spank me more, and harder, make it sting and throb” Lisa had never been shy with words but this was more talk than either was use to.  Was she topping from the bottom Dave wondered picking up the infamous CB paddle.

The first swat got her attention, and each subsequent one landed in a well spaced and firm handed approach that left her dancing in place and very much feeling the sting she had been longing for. 

 

The pleas to stop began at first playfully “No more, I’ll be good” and “I’ve been spanked enough” but he figured she’d asked for it and not wanting to be one to disappoint was going to make absolutely certain that she had her fill.  Each smack felt like a swarm of bees, each pause the possible end both a longed for and hated part of play simultaneously.

 

 

Finally pausing to rest more from his own fatigue admiring her crimson and glowing cheeks.  “How red is it?”  she asked.  Acknowledging the shade her bottom had become with a pause and Lisa took the opportunity to jump in.  “Well I guess you’ll have to wait until this time next Saturday to give me the belt.” She offered he tone still elevated.

 

Dave just played along wondering if a few hard strokes of the belt right now might be a good idea but the thought faded quickly “but right now you can take me upstairs and finish off my bottom while you fuck me”  She stood up a daring move but Dave let it go since he was about to get his reward for playing with her.

 

Later as they left the house John was in the front yard still working. Lisa couldn’t resist the temptation of going over to simply say hi.  He wondered how her punished bottom looked under the jeans.  Dave joined her shortly there after and after a few niceties,  swatted her butt playfully and insisted they go.

 

John blushed, and Lisa flashed a devilish little smile offering “yeah we do pretty much the same thing every Saturday but I can’t wait until summer, when it’s really hot.”

 

 

John stood there with his tool covering his growing tool and as Lisa and Dave drove up the street she finally informed him about the neighbor listening in.

 

He got it now and understood the entire scene so much better  “Well you’ve always loved that.  Next time whether he’s there or not we’ll really give him something to listen to you little brat.”

 

“Oh he’ll be there” she offered already looking forward to the following week, this time she wouldn’t be the one calling the shots, it would be his turn and the play was always so much better that way.

You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three – An erotic tale.

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This one is a play on the title of a Marilyn Manson Song added to an unusual setting.  Does it have anything to do with the song…no not really.  My Chesty Blonde lent her voice to a playful intro and outro on the recording along with a few other bits.  The story is here but be sure to give it a listen or you’re missing her voice which is by far the sexiest part.

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Our little story begins a few hours after dark, in a small industrial park that is probably not unlike the ones right by you, but on this warmish mid winter evening there is a cold haze lingering in the air from the melting snow banks.  The parking lot is littered with enough Mercedes and Saabs to be a bi partisan yuppie convention.  It was an odd sight for certain a part of the world usually quiet and isolated by that time of day.  But the large building in the distance covered in dew and through its threshold was the type of thing that many suspect but very few really understand goes on in nameless places with alarming regularity

 

 

Inside the room was filled nearly to capacity, the lights shining ominously through the thick fog, glistening in one spot but mere feet away the blinding flashes of color became muted as they moved in an undulating rhythm that possessed a rabid intensity as the relentless dense cloud moved undaunted through the room.

 

Floating with the fog like an apparition in the night she cast her ghostly shape through the party goers. Each dressed in their finest sexy little numbers.  The men all were handsome and polished, the women exuded an air of confidence as they mingled randomly greeting old friends and embracing strangers as lovers when first introduced.  

 

Holding her dirty little secret deep inside without a hint of her intention, her heart fluttered and her mind raced but to everyone else there was not even the slightest tell of the events about to unfold as she moved toward her lover.   The dress plunged indecently beyond her cleavage and her hips swayed to the music as she approached drawing ever closer.

 

He was chatting away but she caught his eye, he always watched her move with great interest. Her hand touched his arm as she approached just to be certain that she had his undivided attention and more importantly so he would remember her instructions even after he began his random and babbling conversation again. 

 

For all his instincts, his skill and his intellect that fact that he remained seeming if not truly so unaware.  It was a night like so many before, a random place, a well heeled crowd, friends both old and new.  It in his mind it was like so many times before, nothing was different and nothing had changed but as she got ready to spew her dirty little lie she almost felt a twinge of remorse, of reluctance at what she was about to do to him, knowing deep down inside that for him nothing might ever be the same.  The pangs of guilt, the twinge of remorse passed quickly as she spoke it gave way to a refined un expressed excitement and something far more primal.  Her tone remained measured and perfectly clear despite the flood sensations swimming through her veins.

 

 

“Third door on the left lover”  Her voice tempting him, her green eyes shining mysteriously through darkness of the night like the deepest emeralds anyone had ever seen.

 

 Nodding his acceptance.  “No sooner than 10 minutes, I need to find it myself and get ready.” She said handing him another drink before leaving.  Her lie out in the open for all to hear yet no one reacted, perhaps because none of them knew. 

 

Sipping the fresh drink he kissed her adding “See you in a bit”, continuing on mixing and mingling with the same group of friends and strangers.  A man by himself at things like this meant only one of two things her was alone, and most likely would stay that way.  Or his date was off attending to others things, other things in this case that would be revealed not so far in the future.

 

Making his way through the crowd and the smoke he entered a dark hall way, dim red lights kept the passage only slightly visible as he passed maneuvered past the flickering lanterns guarding the corridor dark quiet corridor.  Passing the first door on the right, it was adorned with white linen and gold colored oak leaves.  He could hear distant sounds of countless guests inside, laughing boisterously.

 

The next was themed in themed in the purple and gold of Carnival sporting jester masks and tawdry linens covered in sequins that shimmered even in the dim red light sequins.

 

Finally arriving at the third door on the left, it was old, seemingly as old as time itself, the wood worn and cracked, a small pair of brass horns and a silver pitch fork mounted to its surface.

 

Pausing to make certain he was in the right place he recalled her words ” Third Door on the left”.  Things had already changed, it was the first time they had ventured beyond the main rooms.  Opening the door slowly a frigid blast hit him, one so cold his breath had been all but stolen from him as he entered a room so cold that his eyes began to water and his skin drew instantly in to goose bumps.  A mantle held blazing candles, the floor felt like ice beneath his feet but after clearing his eyes the bed set in the distance was so warn that it and the rows of dark stone tiles round it spewed steam in to the air. 

 

He spotted her in the shadows lingering in a small nook in the room an alcove that sizzled and steamed, raging against the bitter cold, it looked in contrast to where he stood to have been hot enough to be part of hell itself.  The first thing he noticed was her red thigh high boots, their immaculate vinyl leading to heels that were exaggerated by the height of the soles.   

 

She moved in the shadows gazing back, her eyes seemed to glow a dark envious green from behind a jewel encrusted devils mask.  Moving towards him with predatory strides and sinister intent he moved instinctively toward the bed, she smiled in return.

 

Intercepting his line she kissed him on the neck, slowly playfully unbuttoning his shirt. He shivered from the cold but her touch was warm her bared flesh, so warm that it had not yet begun to cool and sent steam from every inch of her being into the shadows around them.

 

 

Removing his shoes his feet touched the floor, a floor that was so cold that at fist it felt like ice and upon placing his second foot onto it realizing that the floor was literally frozen, it felt like ices because it was in fact a dull, muted, gray sheet of ice.

 

Now naked she kissed him again.  Nervously he stated ” this is pretty wild”  She didn’t speak placing herself against him, turning her backside to him as she moved seductively against his body, his lust rising, his concerns about the temperature and the oddness of the room fading with each second, with each caress, and every subtle shift of her warm body.

 

Leading him across the floor toward to the bed, the stone tiles warmed his feet instantly, the warmth radiating though every inch of his being, fighting back the cold he had just been subjected to.  New unexplained sensations rushed through his body like fire as she touched him grinding into him.  His hands danced over her hips, there was something different, something about how she felt in his arms, how she moved, and how she reacted to his touch.  She was like a woman he had known for years but suddenly didn’t seem more than remotely familiar. 

 

Her jewel like eyes gazed out from behind the devils mask and met his as she slide onto his growing lust, moving his girth through her tightness again and again with a growing fury.  Arching her back in delight as he sucked on her nipples, pinching them tentatively at first she moaned in ecstasy as he pinched harder, and yet harder to the point of cruelty far beyond where he had ever dared to take her. Still her cries of delight grew louder encouraging his touch, fucking him rougher with each increase in pressure to the point of a violent, fevered demonic lunacy as she screamed at the top of her lungs.  Air was a bastard she was not in need of as her howls of delight continued on.  The orgasm only fueled her desire, her needs only beginning to come to light, continuing on her second release began to rise began even before the first had subsided.

 

Both bodies shuddering, covered in sweat their passion creating an inferno that caused the air in the icy cold room to warm.

He thought he saw something in the shadows back toward the nook in the room.  His lover’s eyes met his and then the shadows moved again, looking away and then glancing back the shadow took the shape of his wife moving closer. 

Panic stuck him, but the woman in the devil mask only stared at him as she slide him into her again and again, still not satisfied.  He wanted to scream but before he could make a sound hiss wife was next to him, he watched, he waited for her to speak, instead her dress fell to the floor and she kissed the devil and took her place on top of him. Driving him deep inside of her, the other woman stroking her chest, kissing his lips, a faint hint of salt that he hadn’t noticed before, she was so wet, so turned on, he knew instantly she had been watching the entire time.   

After they finished his wife collapsing exhausted in a heap onto of him.  HE whispered in her ear.  “Who is she?” 

She chuckled, kissed him again and whispered back… “She’s the Devil of course!”