Leather and lust

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The smell of the leather in my hand.

The shiver of anticipation running visibly through your submissive form at my feet.

The swish as it arcs through the air.

The thwack as it connects with the roundness of your cheeks.

The scream of pleasure fused with pain that escapes your mouth.

The satisfying welt that says I have left my mark not only on your flesh, but I have left my mark on your very soul.

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I don’t want to miss a thing

The smell of you still lingers

Deep in my nostrils

The taste of you, more intoxicating than any drug

Still fresh on my lips

The teeth marks on me

A visceral reminder of passion

The eyes so dark and mysterious and alive

Burned deep in my conscious mind

The beauty of you

That radiates more brightly than the sun

The intensity of kisses in the rain

That block out even the coldest night

Even now desire

Stronger than ever before

The craving never leaves

No matter how much time has elapsed

Echoes of the past

Or potent symbols of things yet to come

The 12 days of sub Christmas

On the first day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
A spanking over His knee.

On the second day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee.

On the third day of Christmas
my Sir he gave  to me:
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee.

On the fourth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee.

On the fifth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the sixth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the seventh day of Christmas
my Sir to me:
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the eighth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Eight leather belts
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the ninth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Nine lengths of rope
Eight leather belts
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the tenth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Ten rolls of duct tape
Nine lengths of rope
Eight leather belts
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Eleven paddles paddling
Ten rolls of duct tape
Nine lengths of rope
Eight leather belts
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my Sir he gave to me:
Twelve floggers flogging
Eleven paddles paddling
Ten rolls of duct tape
Nine lengths of rope
Eight leather belts
Seven rattan canes
Six jewelled butt plugs
Five nipple rings
Four buzzing wands
Three shiny knives
Two clover clamps
and a spanking over His knee

TMI Tuesday: December 22, 2015

Busy day, busy week but not too busy to TMI Tuesday.

Let’s play doctor

1. Have you had major surgery? What type?

Several minor ones but nothing too major up to this point thankfully.

2. Have you died and been resuscitated?

It felt like it on more than one occasion but so far no.

3. Do you have surgery scar(s) that embarrass you? Where?

No

4. Do you have a scar, on your body, of which you are proud?

I have a scar from a motorbike accident in my late teens on my right calf. I have been known to show that off. Chicks dig scars right😉

5. Have you ever played doctor and nurse as foreplay for sex? Which were you–doctor or nurse?

Can’t be many folk who haven’t tried a bit of doctors and nurses roleplay. I was always the Dr cause I look lousy in a nurses uniform!

Bonus: Do you like bdsm medical play? What about that excites you?

It’s one of the few areas of BDSM I have very little experience or interest in. However, one of my favourite “tools” falls under the category. I love using a Wartenberg wheel. Properly used it’s a powerful sensation that drives a sub/bottom into sensory overload.
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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Would?

From the first day

The wrong things

For all the right reasons

Would it have been better

To do the right things

For all the wrong reasons

Would things have been different

If I had ignored

My thoughts and my head

Should I have cast aside everything

And followed my heart

Would it be easier

If the flame didn’t still burn

Would obliviousness

Be less painful for all

Would it be easier

To give in to fear

Should failure be accepted

Because it’s the easiest way

Drive

Well he’d finally done it. After 20 odd years of running about on motorbikes he’d finally taken the plunge and bought a car. Not much of a car mind you, but a car none the less. It had seen better days and had plenty of miles on the clock, not unlike him he thought to himself!

Keen to take it for a good long spin and knowing it was her day off and she had no plans,  he decided it would be a perfect opportunity to see her. He messaged her in his usual staccato style “We’re going for lunch. Wear something nice for me. See you in 30”

He thought of her looking at her phone, probably thinking they’d end up in the local for a pub lunch. He of course, as always, had other ideas. He liked to surprise her and him turning up at her house in the car rather than his battered old bike would certainly be a shock to her.

He arrived outside her house and called her. She was waiting for him. Her facial expression was one of disbelief. He opened the passenger door. “Get your coat love, you’ve pulled” he laughed. She groaned at his cheesy line then laughed before climbing in beside him. She had barely sat down before he reached over and kissed her. A deep longing kiss so full of desire he actually surprised himself! It may have only been a couple of days since he’d seen her but it felt like an eternity.

So after the explanation about the car they set off. Driving was taking a little getting used to after so many years on two wheels. She though was in her element. She was never comfortable on the back of his bike but here she looked relaxed and happy. Dressed in black, just like him she looked her usual beautiful self, understated but still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He kept glancing over at her throughout the journey and judging from the coy smile on her lips, she knew he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After driving for around an hour they stopped at a country pub for lunch. It was nice to get out of the city. She was in an especially playful mood, constantly teasing him. Little touches, bending deliberately forward and showing him her ample cleavage. The tension was getting to him! ‘You’re playing a dangerous game here Princess” he said, scowling in an almost offhand manner. “Ooo Sir, stop scowling” she giggled, “what are you going to do, put me over your knee in a crowded pub?”

He knew she was being deliberately provocative! They both knew he was powerless at the moment to do anything. He playfully scowled again at her and she laughed and stuck out her tongue at him. She certainly knew how to push her luck.

This continued for the rest of their time in the pub. Her teasing getting even worse. She was loving every second of it. Finally though it was time to leave and they headed back to the car. She was very talkative and a little tipsy, he said very little as they set off. He was busy plotting his revenge on the beautiful but bratty woman sitting next to him!

She was still talking and giggling when he pulled off the main road. He drove about a mile down the track and pulled off into a layby. Without a word he stopped the car and got out. Calmly he walked round to the passenger side and flung open the door. He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the passenger seat, frog marching her to the front of the car. She had stopped talking now, sensing the mood had changed. Without a word being spoken he unceremoniously pinned her to the bonnet with one hand, and with the other pulled down her trousers exposing her skin to the evening air.

“Did you honestly think I was gonna let you away with all your teasing today?” he growled in her ear. “Cause and effect Princess”

With that he swung his hand twice in quick succession each connecting with the cheeks of her ass. She screamed and tried to struggle free but it was no good. As strong as she was, he had her exactly where he wanted her……completely under his control. Again, another double smack and again the same satisfying scream from her. This continued for a couple of minutes. “Have you learned your lesson now?” he asked her softly. “Yes Sir” she muttered.

“Good girl” he said. “Now I’m going to give us what we both need. Don’t think for a second I don’t know it’s what your little stunt was all about!”

He grinned as he undid his jeans, knowing fine well she would be doing the very same. Sneaky, but he admired her cunning!

Holding both hands behind her back and grabbing her hip with his free hand, he entered her very roughly and was rewarded with a satisfying groan. He was in no mood to be gentle with her! Any anger he had felt about being duped was now superseded by pure animal lust. She was at his mercy completely and by god he was going to have what was rightfully his. He built a fast rhythm very quickly. The suspension on the old car bouncing quite wildly under their combined weight. Grabbing a fistful of her dark hair he yanked back her head. He looked into her eye as he felt himself start to cum. Oh fuck he needed this after a day of pent up lust! Her body then shook in unison. He collapsed on top of her for a second or two before standing up and composing himself.

He pulled her back onto her feet and pulled her trousers back up. They got back into the car and continued the journey, smiling but silent. Not wrapped around her finger he thought but damn she got away with murder at times! She was a clever one, but she was his clever one.

Within You

She saw it in his eyes the instant she gazed up at him from her familiar position on her knees. It was difficult to explain. If she was pushed she would have described it as danger. That moment when his blue eyes burned even brighter. He never said much but his eyes generally spoke volumes. Danger, lust, desire. She had seen it many times before, every time she got on her knees, every time she felt his fingers fasten her collar, every time the tips of his fingers brushed her naked flesh. She knew it was all for her and it made the ache of anticipation and desire within her grow to almost painful proportions.

She knew patience was required now. She cast her eyes to the floor, trying to control her breathing. She was aware of him stalking round her, watching her every reaction. She heard him go into the cupboard. She knew well it was where he kept his “tools”. Now her mind really was racing. In the dead silence of the room she was aware only of her heartbeat which seemed unnaturally loud. Hard as she tried, she could never quite anticipate exactly what he was thinking.

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed as he switched on some music. Nothing soft and subtle but a loud dark industrial beat. Oh fuck, she thought. She knew this mood. Dark, foreboding, intense. Before she realised what was happening, a blindfold had been tied on her face.

She became aware of him standing in front of her. She then felt the first wrap of rope go round her wrists and knew this would be anything but a quickie. He could stand for hours carefully, tenderly and intricately binding her body with rope. His patience for this was incredible. Every wrap was placed to perfection, every knot tied was a little mark of the desire he felt for her. The ache within her was growing rapidly now as the rope tightened around her skin.

Her body was now totally restrained and at his mercy. She pictured him in her mind, standing over her just watching, admiring. She could picture the intense smug grin on his face. She was about to say something but bit her lip and thought better of it, fighting back the flash of brattiness. She knew he would love the excuse to torment her even more!

He laid her down flat. She didn’t resist or utter a word. Her mind was now working overtime. He turned up the volume of the music till the noise filled her head entirely. What was coming? What did he have in mind for her?

Suddenly and very forcefully her legs were pushed apart. Once again she knew better than to resist. She screamed involuntarily as the Hitachi was thrust between her legs. Her whole body screamed out! Oh fuck she thought, he’s not messing about tonight! Her body raced rapidly towards orgasm, this was what she needed. She could feel her body start to convulse. Just as it was about to hit her fully he took away the wand. What the fuck? The sadistic bastard!  She bit her lip once more. She knew that if she reacted, then he would continue this to cruel new levels. She knew fine well he was standing over her, evil grin on his face just waiting for her to react. She was damned if she would give him the satisfaction!

She barely had time to compose herself before the wand was on her again. Her body screamed for release but she knew better now as once again he took her to the very brink before withdrawing the wand. She cursed him inwardly. He seemed to sense this. “Something you want to say Princess?” he asked. “No Sir” she meekly replied. “Good girl. I’d hate to think you were using unladylike language. I’d have to do this for hours if I thought that” he replied, humour in his deep voice.

The pattern now continued, he’d take her to the edge and then stop. Her body screamed to be allowed to orgasm but time and again he stopped her right at the very edge. After she thought she could take no more, she uttered one word…”please”.

“That’s all I wanted to hear Princess” he muttered and replaced the wand. The effect was almost instantaneous. She screamed as a shattering orgasm enveloped her body. Partly the intensity, partly out of sheer relief. The frustration disappeared and she was now in her own little world of pleasure.

She was still breathing heavily when she felt his body on top of hers. Without words or ceremony, slipping easily inside her throbbing cunt. She gasped as another orgasm washed over her. His pace was instantly frantic and intense. She knew he’d been patient and was now in a hurry to take the pleasure he’d been waiting for. Faster, harder, deeper he fucked her. She could feel his lust radiating from him. As the growl in his throat deepened she knew what was coming. His body tensed as he filled her, his desire fulfilled.

He seemed to change at that point. The darkness lifting. She was aware of a new sensation. Cold steel running down her body. She didn’t flinch as the knife carefully cut the bonds that restrained her. He carefully rubbed her wrists and held her in his arms. The total contrast to the dark brooding man of earlier.

Dominion

His kiss so intense it took her breath away.
She needed to know he desired her.

He tore off her clothes and bound her tightly.
She needed to see his passion for her.

He flogged her yet she asked for more.
She needed to feel his wrath.

He held her down and fucked her hard.
She needed to feel his lust for her.

He untied her and made love to her softly.
She needed to feel his tenderness.

He held her close as she came back to earth.
She needed to know she was in his heart.

She needed to feel his intensity.
He needed to feel her calm.

She needed to know he wanted her.
He wanted to know she needed him.

Without each other they were nothing.
Together they were complete.

High hopes

Slipping through my fingers once more

Like the sands of time

That tick ever rapidly

Towards the endgame

Words like a beacon lighting the rough seas

Yet drowning me at the same time

So many memories

Haunting, torturing, reminding

Screaming out loud

Unheard by all

The obvious overlooked once more

Unable to hold on for long

Fingertips grasping, clawing in the darkness

The harder I’m pushed

The harder I hold on

Despite so many failures

The instinct still so powerful

Embedded always in my soul

Still all I truly crave

Despite the revelations

Still fighting against the tide

Stubbornly refusing to ever let go

Dead souls

The pain, not waves just constant

The hollowness all consuming

The sense of loss more acute than ever

The need still there and unabated

The want more overwhelming

Even if I had a thousand reasons to walk

I’d still have the one reason to stay