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Her eyes staring out of a plain dress with a man next to her holding a pitchfork. She had noted them, shrugged, and dutifully skimmed the expense forms for paint and brushes before handing them off to her accountant to be paid in full. It had been an intercontinental meeting, and she walked into her dark home at 3: The security pad blinked red as she pushed in the combination, then returned to green. She turned on lights as she moved through the house, not worried about waking anyone. For the sake of ritual she flipped on the monitor to his apartment.

Expecting to see only darkness reflected back at her, she almost flipped it off again before she paused. He was sitting on the floor in jeans, barefoot and shirtless. He had gotten even skinnier, and his body was all hard angles and pale skin. He was cleaning brushes automatically, his eyes never leaving the painting in front of him. She hesitated, then zoomed in on the painting.

It was of him, painting her. Angry reds swirled around him, distorting the apartment into a kaleidoscope hell. He was wearing the same jeans, and his body was dark lines and pale flesh stones. The canvas barely seemed to contain the energy in the painting, and she leaned in closer. But it was certainly her, calmly at the center of all that energy, that passion falling into her at his direction. She had stared at it for some time then pursed her lips, and made a decision.

She went back out to her car. This time, she knocked, but impatiently. He opened the door with the confused expression of someone who had just gotten to sleep when they were woken up. But he smiled when he saw her. She pushed past him, walking closer to the painting, looking it over carefully. Studying it while he shut the door again. Her head tilted ever so slightly to one side. Just name your price. Instead he sat down on the couch, a heavy thud of tired bones and muscles.

His hands dangled between his knees, and he stared at the floor. She had nodded, and looked at the painting again. She bit her lip, and forced herself to turn away from it. She had apparently been wrong, and extending some trust would help to begin mending their relationship. They picked up the painting at 9: He watched as they carefully put it in an oversized carrier, and signed the form they presented. That day he cleaned the apartment, shaved and showered. Went out and bought groceries, and read the news. The next day she came over, letting herself in without knocking again, and wordlessly hanging two suits in the closet before sitting down to watch him paint.

Things returned to normal between them, for certain values of normal. He sighed and sat back, staring at the canvas, and consulted an art book. Finally he shrugged, and acknowledged that sometimes the best thing you could do is take a break. He spoke without looking at her, so used to her presence that it was little different from her absence. He jumped, and turned to face her. Her eyes locked with his, the same expression as always on her face, and then her lips were on his and her tongue was forcing its way into his mouth.

His breath came out in a surprised rush, and he pushed his body against hers. She stepped into him, pushing him back, walking him across the apartment towards the bed. His legs hit the edge and he fell back with her looming over him. She unbuttoned her jacket and blouse, hanging them on a chair before she reached behind her to remove her bra. He sat up and kissed the soft skin under her breasts, sucking and then biting along the base as she moaned. She climbed on the bed, straddling him on either side and holding on to his head, running her hands through his hair, guiding his kisses and gentle nibbles.

Her shoes clattered to the floor, and she pushed him back down, laying on top of him to shimmy out of her slacks. She stood back up and looked at him with a gaze so intense that he blushed as she unzipped his pants and jerked them down. He pulled his shirt over his head as she dragged his underwear down and off, her nails scraping the skin on his legs. Her panties joined his underwear on the floor. She climbed back on top of him, working her way up his body. She teased his cock, dragging her slit across it until she straddled his face.

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His tongue came out eagerly and she lowered her cunt onto it, holding his head with one hand and massaging her breasts with the other. He kissed her there, running his tongue across the short hair and judging where to suck and lick by her reactions, working his tongue in a circular pattern, pushing against the sensitive nerve endings. She ground her teeth against each other and closed her eyes, imagining the painting while riding his face. She came hard, and ground down onto his face as the violent imagery filled her mind. Breathing hard she leaned down to kiss him, then slid her cunt over his cock, working it inside her body with her hand.

He groaned and arched his back as she sighed and licked her lips. She slowly started to ride him, trying to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. He could feel her body working his, taking control and using his cock for both of their pleasure. His eyelids twitched as she pushed herself up and down, controlling the tempo, slowing when she felt his hips start to twitch, speeding up, then slowing again, teasing him and keeping him on the edge as long as she could.

She reveled in the feeling of ownership and control, knowing what she had inspired in him, trying to recapture that feeling of energy and life she sound when she looked at the painting. Her back was arched, and when she felt her toes curl she finally had to let go, slamming her hips onto his body over and over as frantically as she could. She came, spasming and moaning, seconds before his orgasm exploded.

He shrieked underneath her in white-hot pleasure, thrashing on the mattress with her above him until they both collapsed. She stood up and went to the bathroom, and he sat up, still breathing hard. He was trying to think of what to say when she returned, but he could only watch, stunned, as she calmly dressed herself and walked to the door. I have treated you poorly, and you are doubtlessly confused. Please, let me explain. She sipped her drink, and nodded back. So I collect artists, and I have an opportunity to share their passions for a time.

Many of them, as I told you, think that my vice is vanity and I will melt if they appeal to my ego. You are the first to show me through your work that I inspired passion in you, and for that I am very grateful. I would like to spend more time with you, and see if it happens again. The terms would be the same, I have a cottage in back of my home. It is private, and you could come and go as you please and have relationships as you like. I want to win at everything, but it is very nice to know that just once, I inspired that sort of feeling in someone.

I regret that I was not there to watch you actually paint it, to feel it being created. If you were ever to create something like that again, I would like the opportunity to be present. He leaned back in his chair, and thought carefully. He wanted to be furious with her but his anger melted away thinking of that painting. It was the most beautiful, pure moment of my life. Like what mothers describe giving birth as, and I want to feel it again more than anything. I think you can help me with that. He pushed his glass to the edge of the table, and grinned at her.

She stood up, and held out her hand. The ski mask keeps riding up my chin and rubbing against my lip. I check the time on my phone again, and stomp one foot impatiently. I roll my wrist from side to side and watch the edge of the knife flash in the dim light. He should have been home by now, and I resist the urge to text him and ask what is taking so long. Waiting is the hardest part, sometimes. Finally, the dead bolt on the door spins and the handle revolves. The door opens and I can see him through the slats of the closet. He locks the door behind him and walks past the closet, oblivious.

I open the door quietly, and step up behind him, grabbing his head with one hand and mashing the knife against his skin with the other. I let him feel the cold metal against his skin. He sinks to one knee, then carefully moves his leg back so the other knee is pressed against the floor. I steady him, holding his body against my own and directing it downward while he shuffles his legs back and forth.

With my free hand I pull cuffs out of a pants pocket and flip them open, cinching them down over one wrist then the other. The metal is hard and punishing and I love the little sounds the chain between the bracelets makes. No more waiting, things are about to get interesting for both of us. I drop the knife well to one side and sit on his legs. I can feel the grin on my face as I pull a zip tie out of my back pocket. I run it under and around his feet and pull the end through the clasp. A couple of hard jerks and it cinches down, binding his feet together.

I stand and nudge him with my foot, making sure I have his full attention. Make any trouble, fail to satisfy our demands, and my associates will torture her… even more. With his hands behind him and his ankles bound he has to kind of shove himself along the floor, pushing his body along the carpet with his legs. I march slowly behind him, enjoying the view, not in any hurry but still using the occasional kick to encourage him to move faster. It hims to life and I enter the password, then set it on the floor in front of him.

I open a video file, and start it playing. I watch his face, knowing he sees a close up of a knife sliding through the skirt I was wearing this morning. I can see him frown, and feel a rush at his doubt and uncertainty. On the screen the skirt falls away, and I jump a little when the knife starts to cut away my panties. They fall in two pieces, and the hand pulls them away. My pussy is on the screen, and I can feel him staring at it. My leg is half blocking the view of my pussy. I walk around him, stomping in my big ugly combat boots. If you want to stop, just say so, but the show ends.

Time to start stripping him down, too many clothes make it hard to get to all his sensitive nerves and skin, and the cloth will be in the way whether I want to give him pain or pleasure. His socks follow his shoes, and I pull a knife out of my pocket, one with a real blade this time. I let him feel the dull edge of the blade rubbing against his skin as I start to take away his clothes.

I take my time, enjoying this part. I can feel my control over his body and mind. I pull his underwear away from his body and let it snap back down. I pull the underwear away again and start cutting. His shredded boxers are like a little flag of surrender as I pull them away from his body.

I reach over his prone, half-naked body to play the next video, and go back to the closet to get my duffel bag. He would see me teasing my clit, running it up and down my slit, and then slowly working it inside myself. Pushing it in further a little each time, sawing it in and out. I had given him a treat, now it was time for him to pay for his pleasure. I get back and strap on the harness, then start to lube the cock hanging lewdly in front of me. The black clothing covers me from head to toe, and the ski mask only leaves my mouth and eyes visible.

Lying on top of him, I let him feel the hard plastic between us, pressing into his back. I can feel him tremble underneath me, and know it is so much harder when he has to ask for it than when I just take it. Little jolts of pleasure wash over me with each word he speaks. I smile and my eyebrows bounce under the mask.

He was getting more into it than I thought he would. I shove myself up and position the tip at his asshole, and start to push forward with my hips. His upper body trembles and I keep pushing, sliding it in further. He moans and whimpers and I pause, waiting for him to take a deep breath then I force it out of his body with a shove. He actually yips then, a sound of surprise and pain. I slow down, and put my hands on his back letting him feel my skin. He just nods, and I back out a little then push in again. I was still gasping and moaning on the screen, the dildo sliding in and out of me.

I wanted to be that dildo, doing it to him, and I slide in a little further, then start rocking my hips back and forth. He whimpers but keeps still, letting me invade his body. His hands clench into fists and release, and I can see him pulling against the handcuffs, trying to force physical sensation into his body to distract himself. I start fucking him faster, moving my hips back and forth, reveling in the feeling of control and violation. And of having someone who accepts this, and loves me afterwards, and takes a shower with me and kisses me and thanks me.

Of someone who gives me their body and their mind. I fuck him harder, really slamming into him now, knowing the video is almost at the end. I hold it there, on the screen and inside of him, letting it stretch and hold open both our holes. Then I slowly, ever so slowly, pull it out. I sit down and lean against the wall, and can see him lying there with his eyes closed, tiny trails from tears on his cheek.

My eyes roll back into my head then, and I felt the most wonderful rush of pleasure. All through my body, there was the deep satisfaction of a hunger sated. Soon I pull the mask back down, and take the strapon off. I nudge him with one boot and he jumps into wakefulness. I frown down at the screen, the footage was pretty awful. I had to shoot three different angles and edit them together, but I still saw him reflexively wince as the nipple clamps snapped on.

I pull him up by his hair, and move the screen closer with my other hand. The scene jumps to a riding crop slapping my ass. The angle was awkward, but he got the idea. Then I was in profile, licking a boot. The same beat up combat boot I was wearing now. I hear his breathing get faster, and pull the nipple clamps out of the bag. I pull his shirt up and snap them on, then let his shirt fall down and shoved him back on his stomach. I squat in front of him, and start to lightly tap his ass with the riding crop. I skip the rest of the warmup and started hitting him for real.

Which must have made the nipple clamps he was laying on twist and pull and generally hurt like a son of a bitch. I hit him harder, wanting him to really feel it. He moans and thrashes a little, and his legs reflexively start to curl at the knee. I keep hitting him, feeling the vibrations thudding up my arm and down into my cunt. I want him to suffer for it, to really feel the pain for the next few days. His ass turns red, and I start swatting at the same spots over and over, trying to make the drops of lube still on his skin bounce.

Finally, when his moans are coming from somewhere deep in his soul, I let him have some pleasure. He pushes himself forward with his legs, eagerly running his tongue across the cracked and worn leather. I shift my weight from one leg to the other, and keep slapping his ass with the crop. Looking down at him licking my boots I know the exact look on his face: I hear the video end behind us, and just keep working on his ass. He keeps licking, moving from one boot to another, letting out little gasps when the nipple clamps pull and tear at his body.

He must have really torqued one, because he lets out a sharp bleat of pain and hisses through his teeth. I let myself fall to my side, and pull my pants and panties down to my knees, all at once. I grab his head, and pull his face up to my cunt. I smash his face into my crotch and feel his tongue going to work. I lay back, and let his tongue please me and his lips tease me. He works his tongue in circles here, flicks it there. I hold on to his head with my hands, letting the pleasure consume both of us. I jerk the mask off, and the air feels cool and wonderful on my face.

I shove him off of me, and scoot down to lay beside him. The screensaver on the computer bounces a fractal from one corner to another. I sit up, and work the safety release on one of the cuffs so he can hold me, then flop back down. He wraps his arms around me, and we sigh and purr together. I kiss him once, on the lips, and lightly punch his arm. There are four more videos on the laptop, and I want to let him rest for a little while.

Posted in notes tagged PSA at 6: Posted in notes at 2: Posted in stories tagged anal hook , bondage , predicament bondage , tickling at 6: Rope ran across his body in a jigsaw pattern, through D-rings in leather collars and bracelets wrapped around his wrists, ankles, neck, and thighs. He moved one arm experimentally, and grimaced as the anal hook jumped and the rope jerked down on the collar on his neck and up on the bracelet on his opposite foot. He tried to follow the network of cord laid out over his body, the disappearing and reappearing lines that made his limbs jerk and interact unpredictably.

I just started tying stuff. She stood back, walked around him slowly looking him up and down, then nodded. She grabbed his shoulders from behind and lowered him to the floor. His limbs jerked and twitched as he tried to balance, and forced himself not to start jerking to try and recover. His ass hit the floor, the anal hook a cold bar between his cheeks running up to the small of his back, then his shoulders. He looked up at her standing over him as she shucked her shirt off and stuck out her tongue.

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He raised up on his toes, then sighed and lowered himself reluctantly, bracing himself against the wall. She pushed his cock from side to side with the leather end, and licked her lips. Her voice was a low, sultry whisper. He groaned, and turned his head to look at her with a frown. She put her free hand on her chest and thrust it towards him.

Another deep throated whisper, Jessica Rabbit after a quart of whiskey and carton of cigarettes. He shook his head. She laughed and shook her hands to limber them up. The leather slapped into his ass with a whack, leaving a small square of red skin behind that quickly faded. She waited, while he breathed and waited for another stroke. Finally, she tapped the end of the crop against her leg. Maybe I told it wrong. I was laughing on the inside before. Wait a minute, I did tell it wrong. A heartbeat before he replied as he closed his eyes and exhaled.

He made laughing noises that he hoped sounded sincere as she walked back across the room, and came back with the single-tail. He tried to breathe in time with her strokes, in as she aimed and threw, out as the pain seared across his flesh. He wondered how long it would go on, and considered his safeword then rejected it. His eyes rolled up into his head and he tried to think of something funny. The pain built as his mind replayed scenes from The Three Stooges and The Marx Brothers, trying to build up a genuine laugh. Each one disappeared in a flash as the whip hit his body, flickering to another that also disappeared.

He kept trying to laugh, and failing, as pain and her presence disrupted his thoughts. Finally, his thoughts tripped over themselves and into a drive across town with her. A woman on the right running from her apartment building, arms pumping and legs flailing for no apparent reason. Her breasts heaving, looking for all the world like she was desperately chasing them down the sidewalk with the intensity of an Olympic sprinter.

Something so totally unexpected that it had jolted both of them into sudden, hysterical, paralyzing laughter. A snort escaped his lips, and he slumped a little as he started helplessly laughing. She paused, her eyes narrowed, then grinned and nodded. Posted in stories tagged conversation , munch at He frowned and watched her walk away. He checked his watch, three women in five minutes, probably a record. He thought about going home, looked at the heavy rain still falling outside, and walked over to a group of people talking instead. He was sitting his half-full glass down on an empty table near the door when it burst open and she ran in, holding her purse over her head and skidding to a blind halt in front of him.

She gently lifted the purse out of his hands, and slung it back over her shoulder. He looked from the door back to her, and shrugged. She flicked water off her fingertips, and nodded. You usually leave early, I think. He grimaced and nodded. She ordered a cocktail and nodded again. He took a drink to avoid answering, then held his hands up. She shrugged, and looked over to the bar where the waitress was waiting for her drink. You should go to a pro-domme, or find a vanilla woman willing to do that for you every once in awhile. He took another drink, setting his glass down with a harsh clunk.

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Those people, who are successful, tell the unsuccessful people to be themselves, because those people are neck deep in pussy or cock, sometimes both, just by being themselves. He swirled the ice in his glass, and slowly unclenched his jaw. She shrugged again, and smiled. But being a partner, not just a top or bottom, usually means changing for someone.

The only common denominator in all your failed relationships is you. He stood up and started towards the door with his fists clenched, then turned around. She made a grave salute with her glass, and nodded. And expect it to take awhile. Posted in stories tagged denial , domination , masturbation , orgasm control , punching , submission , tease at 6: She took a drink and nodded, then put one finger on the straw and pushed down slightly.

It bent a little, ice cubes moving around it. His eyes stayed on her as he stood up and shuffled towards the restroom, waiting for her to laugh and call him back.

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She was stealing one of his french fries when he turned the corner and she disappeared from view. The door swung shut behind him, and he jiggled the flimsy chrome lock until it slid into the frame. His hands were sweating as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He started slowly jerking himself off, thinking about that morning. A quick hug and a kiss and they left the house, the bass from her car thumping as he dropped the garbage in the dumpster and walked to his own car.

Thoughts flickered through his head the rest of the day. Of the firm pressure of a cage around his cock as it tried to get hard. The back of his legs tightened and he felt his back begin to arch. He pulled a handful of toilet paper off the roll as his cock started to jerk, and held it in front of him as semen spilled out. He waited until he was done, then dropped it in the toilet and waved his hand in front of the sensor. The toilet flushed with an anemic roar, and he zipped his pants up. He paused at the door, turned back, washed his hands, and dried them on his pants as he walked back to the table.

The black vinyl folder with the check was waiting on the table, and she was standing by the exit, flicking a finger across her phone. He opened the check, figured out the tip, and dug through his pockets. A few bills and he dropped the folder back on the table, sighing at the spot where his plate had been. He walked over to the door and leaned against the wall next to her. They pulled out into traffic, and she hummed along to the music as he looked from her, to the traffic, and back.

She was going to force him to bring it up, and he knew that after the first few minutes. He would open his mouth, then close it, until finally they hit a long stop light on red. She rolled her shoulders to the music and mimicked his slow, careful words. Night Shyamalan of kink. She grinned at him and nodded. What you do on your time is your business, but you better come when I tell you to. He nodded and frowned, looking for traps and loopholes. Traffic crossed in front of them and she looked up at the clouds through the windshield. I prefer to just be able to tell you.

She moved her hand towards the console to skip the song and he flinched. She laughed and pushed next, then put her hand back on the wheel. But only very good boys get that privilege.

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Does that sound fair? Someone behind them honked. The light had finally turned green and she slowly pulled back into traffic, keeping him in her peripheral vision. She punched his leg again, and her voice flattened out. I want to feel like your life is falling out of your cock into my cunt. He rubbed his palms on the legs of his pants and nodded again. She reached over and jerked on his hair. He grinned at her, and she grinned back, then sped up to make it through a light on the yellow. Posted in stories tagged shower , sweet , The List Series at 5: Click here to start with Part 1.

She carefully led him into the house, grabbing her purse and shutting the garage door as they walked by. She walked him into the bathroom, and raised an eyebrow, looking at him one last time before raising the pillow case and pulling it off his head. He blinked at the sudden light as she pursed her lips and shrugged. His eyes slipped closed and he leaned against her, exhaling heavily.

She carefully kissed his temple, and nodded. One bracelet popped open, then the other, and he brought his arms around to rub his wrists. She gave his nudity an appreciative leer, taking in the bruises and abrasions, the words written on his chest, the dried saliva and stains on his body, and raised an eyebrow. They trudged towards the shower, and she shed her clothes while he adjusted the water. Steam started to fill the room as she followed him into the shower, and they stood under the water for a few minutes, letting the warmth fill their bodies.

His shoulders slumped, and she idly ran a wash cloth over his arms, then his back. He winced as she scrubbed at a bruised shoulder, and shrugged. She snorted a brief laugh and kept scrubbing, then handed him the washcloth and turned around. That got intense in a couple of spots.

He started rubbing her back, then frowned and paused. I never thought of that. She started to ask if he was joking, then just smiled and closed her eyes. What do people prefer, longer stories with continuity, short stories, something else? Any thoughts or comments welcome. Posted in stories tagged anticipation , handcuffs , pulling hair , semi-public , stories , strapon , The List Series , trunks at 6: The trunk lid slammed close, and she walked around the car to the front.


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