Raped

She unlocked the door to the house, juggling three bags of groceries, her oversized pocket book, her library book, and her water bottle.

“why the hell don’t I just make two trips?” she muttered to herself as she wiggled the key in the lock. After two attempts, the lock finally gave, and, turning the knob she stumbled into the house.  As she lifted her arms to drop her load on the island in the kitchen, a strong arm grabbed her from behind. Before she could do more than freeze and begin to squeeze out a scream, a gag was shoved roughly into her mouth and some kind of dark, rough cloth bag was pulled over her head and tied rather tightly around her throat.

Hands grabbed at hers as she dropped her items, wrenched them  around even as she grabbed frantically at the ties around her neck, .  She heard and felt the metallic snap of handcuffs securing them firmly behind her.  Trying to scream, writhing and wiggling, she felt herself  propelled forward. A gruff, mean voice rang out,

“Don’t make me drag you, cunt, or you will regret it.”

Whimpering in fear, she grudgingly allowed herself to be pushed forward. 

“oh God”  she thought, “he’s taking me to the bedroom…” 

Crazily, her first thought was wondering if she’d remembered to put away all the toys that she and Marc  had used last night after she washed them this morning. Her thoughts were cut short as her captor twirled her around and shoved her backwards.

With an “oomph” she landed on her back on the bed. Struggling to rise with her hands pinned beneath her, she felt him straddle her, pulling her more to the center of the bed. She heard, then felt her shirt rip, felt him grabbing at her tits, squeezing her tender flesh, pulling and twisting her nipples until she writhed and moaned in pain and, humiliatingly enough, pleasure.

God, it was a fantasy come true. She wanted this, to have this stranger force her, use her, abuse her. And yet the fear swelled inside her. She could barely breath through the coarse bag, gagged as she was.

“Hot cunt,” she heard him hiss at her, felt the sting as he slapped her tits, and then again and again until she was wriggling around the center of the bed like a snake, trying to dodge blows she could not see coming. Her breasts were on fire, she could feel the heat raging through them, knew they continued to thrust up towards his cruel hands, her back bowed in this secured position.

Without warning he rose from her belly, and flipped her over. As welcome as it was to have the terrible pressure off her hands and arms, feeling his  knife against the skin of her lower back, caused fear to well up again, making it even harder to catch her breath. He began cutting through her thin cotton skirt.  As the fabric parted his hands roughly caressed her exposed flesh, cupping, squeezing, and pinching her rounded ass cheeks. He kept cutting. Pulling away the skirt, he cut through the waistband and back thong of  her panties and pulled them away with an abrupt jerk, causing her to moan as the fabric rubbed roughly against her clit. She could hear his heavy chuckle at her response.

“Hot for me yet, cunt?” he taunted her. Roughly his thick fingers explored her, pulled hard on her clit ring, eliciting another deep moan from her.

“What’s this?” he asked, grabbing the back of her head-sack and a handfull of hair, deeply arching her back with one hand, while the other kept pulling at the ring.

“fffffaaavve-inkg” she tried to speak, but the damned gag made it impossible.

He shook her head,roughly. “Slave ring? You’re a slave, cunt?!” he asked, incredulous.

She nodded as best she could.

“Well then, slave,” he said in the darkest, meanest voice she had heard from him yet,

“take this!” and he shoved his large hard cock deeply into her cunt.

*********************

Later, they held each other in the deepening night.

“That was the best scene, ever,” he raved, “you were totally freaked that I was a rapist, weren’t you?”

“oh yes, Master, ” she responded, tucking her head under his chin, stroking his large cock gently, “you’re the Best!”

Inertia

inertia: n the tendency of a body at rest to remain at rest or of a body in straight line motion to stay in motion in a straight line unless acted on by an outside force.

She lay prone on the bed, arms stretched and restrained above her head, feet crossed, tied and secured to the bottom rail. Thin red lines ran evenly up her back from her shapely calves to her shoulders. He ran his palms up and over her curves, admired how the straight caned lines accented the swell of her hip, the curve of her waist, the rise of her buttocks, the drop to her full, lush cleft.

Her cleft was weeping, He could see, feel, and smell it. As much or more as she was weeping, He smiled to himself. Both ends seeping, lovely.

He gently unfastened her ankles, stretched out against her side to release her hands. Putting His hand to the small of her back, He informed her,

“Do not move. I have more to give you, more for you to take for Me.”

Sliding off the bed, He retrieved the leather flogger. As He began to strike her rhythmically, blooms of red blossomed like fireworks against the skin of her back.  He continued to strike her, harder, and harder yet. He could see she wanted to writhe away from the blows, but held her ground. Moans and tears came to him, distantly through the mattress. Peering down, he saw her cunt was also leaking harder again.

His cock hardened further, jutting proudly forward, precum glistening on the engorged head. Finally, throwing down the tool, He mounted her and drove her from inertia to bliss.

Sweet

She walked across the room to the bar. The crowd was the usual mix of S& M Folk…some Goth-garbed, some in Leathers, subs and Masters, a few slave wannabe’s, and a group of Doms on the far side of the bar, some working too hard on their Domly Face, as she called it, with an inner grimace.

God she hated this. Three Dom’s, three strikes, shouldn’t she be out now? Shouldn’t she be looking for Mr.  Vanilla Right?  She was an intellegent woman, good professional job, earned a good wage. Kept a nice condo downtown, and hoped for a home in the country, some day.

She dated a few vanilla guys after her last Dom and she parted ways, after he had turned out to just have anger management issues, and not just a Domly nature.  But…she wanted…no, she craved a man who would take charge of her, in bed and out. A Man who knew what He wanted, and was unafraid of what others thought of Him as He went after it. Sighing, she ordered a drink  and looked about the room.

He noticed her the moment she entered the bar. His head was back, swallowing the dark ale He favored, letting the full rich hops tease his tongue, and He nearly, almost choked on the last bit of it.

It was her.

He’d been to several of these gatherings over the last few years, and they always left Him feeling…needy. Oh, He’d found a few girls now and again, someone to teach and train and mold, but no one He felt connected enough to stay with over the long haul. Each of His former slaves had moved on to other Masters, Doms who reaped the harvest of His work. He didn’t mind, really, all  the breaks had been amicable, mutual, and unsurprising.

He had seen this woman before, had tried to get over to meet her, but she had been snatched up by others before He could make His move on her.  He pushed away from the bar and moved over to where she stood at the bar, watching the room.

From where she stood she could not see Him move up to her. She only knew He was there when He spoke softly into her ear.

“You’ve been here before, looking.”

A bit startled at His silent approach, she jumped, stuttering a bit in her reply,

“y-yes, I have…….” a long pause, He continued to look down at her, and she added,

“…Sir.”

He smiled. She looked up at Him. The noisy bar faded away, she was surrounded by the depth of His need as He gazed deeply into her eyes, reading her, assessing her….

“Will you come, little one?” He asked, gently.

She put her hand into His and He led her out into the night.

At His car, she was pushed forward, hands on the side of the door panel, able to see herself  and Him reflected in the window before her. She felt Him lift her skirt above her waist, rub His hands over her bare bottom.

“No panties? What a good girl you are already, ” He spoke quietly. “Such a nice, round bottom you have here, little one, ” and He gave her ass cheek a firm pinch. She jumped, but kept her position, arms slightly bent, bent at the waist, legs slightly spread. Anyone walking down the street would be able to see her ass, and perhaps her cunt as well. She could feel her cheeks begin to flush as the door opened at the bar behind them, people, noise and lights spilling out, further illuminating her bare butt to the world.

Catcalls and hoots erupted as the bar flies lurched past,

“nice ass, cute cunny”

“hey how bout some titties on display too!”

“i’da like to get ahold of some of that ass…”

The voices faded as they moved off, but her mortification was intense.

He continued to stroke her ass, smiling, she could see in the glass, a Cheshire Cat grin. He began to outline her cleft and she moaned deep in her throat.

“Like that, do you?” He whispered to her. He felt deep between her folds, to find her wet, aching cunt.

He pinched and prodded at her outer swollen lips, pulling them away from her body, stretching and twisting them. She gasped, wiggled her hips, but moaned as well. He continued playing with her for a few minutes, feeling her wetness begin to drip from her, and land on the pavement between her spread legs. Slowly he traced one finger across her cunt opening, dipping in a bit to gather the moisture there, up and around her cleft, missing,  just barely, her clit. A deep moan from her then, as she thrust her hips back to try to force His finger across her clit.

“No no, little one,”  He admonished, “it’s far too soon for that. All pleasure comes in due time, but for  now, I just want to get a feel for your sweet wet holes.”

His forefinger continued to slip up and down her slit, while his other hand pulled her pussy lips, one at a time. He would let his thumb brush her rectum pushing slightly against that tightly shut doorway.

His hands fell away from her cunt, and He pulled her back agains His groin, letting her feel His hard erection. Pushing her forward again, He turned her around, looked at her breasts, rising and falling quickly with the rhythm of her breath.  She thought He would touch her then,  grab at her big tits and squeeze, but instead He brought His moist hand to her mouth, sliding His fingers within, grazing her teeth, touching her tongue, her inner cheeks.

“Lick me clean,” He commanded, and she complied, tasting her juices on His fingers.

“Yes,” He murmered, withdrawing from her moist mouth, sliding His fingers across her face, hooking His thumb under her chin and raising her face to His. 

“Yes,” he said again,  looking down at her with a smile, slipping His hand behind her head to tangle in her hair. She smiled, a shy smile, and looked up at Him with the beginnings of adoration on her lovely face.

Boring part 2.

Okay, cough meds gave me wonderful sex dreams. Can I remember them now??? Of course I damn well cannot.

another stupid thing about cough syrup…while I got really turned on, when I masturbated…orgasm fail (to quote Kaya)…I was all …”oh yah yah..yah…uhhh…hell where did it go?!”  So no cough syrup this a.m. or all day today and i’m soooo happy to report one happy orgasm when I took a wee “nap” (ahem) when I put my dau down for her nap. OH YUH!! Phew. I was missin’ them. Thought maybe I’d used up my quota or something!!

So my brain is unfogging, my antibiotics are happily working, and I. Can.Breath. Yay. ! Which means I will start writing again. Soon.

Nilla

Warning..boring ahead!

Yah, so Nilla is sick. Yanno, when the Mom is sick everything just…sigh, no words. My wife is really stepping up, did the dishes (didn’t use enough detergent so I had to rewash all the oily-ish kiddy cups this a.m. but it’s the thought, right?!)

And I had to work yesterday but my boss took pity on me when I called him w/no voice and deep coughing and sent me home early…(and likely if I’d called at noon rather than 4 pm, he would’ve sent me home earlier, my bad)… since I only work outside the house on Saturday I hated to give it up…my peaceful get-things-done day. <g>

I’m a craft-geek, so I knit and sew (from back in the day when home-ec was taught in jr. high school) and on Saturdays I have the opportunity to do these things.  Since I can’t be home looking at/reading/writing  porn w/my nillawifie at home, it’s a good substitute. (see I did get one porn reference in here!)

And Hey! I discovered my “stats” page here on wordpress. Gosh I’m so not a computer nerd type (but I can knit, lol!) . I got a huge chuckle out of how many folks come and look at my 50 year old boobs, now that I’m de-nilla-ed enough to actually post them on the internet!  What a nice confidence boost! Thanks y’all!

Okay, off to suck down some more cough meds and nap. The nilla-wife has taken our 4 ducklings off to church so I have the house to myself.

More stories to come this week…cough meds give me wicked awesome sex dreams, I’ll tell ya! I had an orgasm…in my sleep w/no touching…ohmygod!Boy did I wake up happy! And all those endorphins must kill cold/virus germs because I do feel much better today!

Nilla

Rabbits run

She ran because He expected her to. Wanted her to. Dodging around trees, branches and bushes catching at her ass, she ran. He’d caught her twice, each time releasing her after He shoved His finger into her cunt to see how wet she was.

“Not wet enough yet, rabbit,” He’d declared, and, slapping her ass firmly, gave her a count of 1o to run again. The rule was, if He caught her too quicky, or thought she wasn’t trying hard enough to avoid Him, she would be punished, and not pleasantly as she knew from past experience.

Daring to glance behind her, she caught a glimpse of Him pursuing her onward, the bastard. Tired though she was, she sped on. Head down, legs pumping furiously, she dashed across the meadow and back into the trees. Momentarily blinded from the bright sunny meadow, she  ran directly  into a hard, unyeilding chest.

“Whoooph!”  she gasped as the breath whooshed from her lungs.

Firm hands grasped her arms, holding her in a tight grip. There would be no escape this time.  Hot eyes perused her sweat covered form, gazed at her breasts rising quickly in time with her breath . She was panting.  Was it fear, or the run that kept her from getting her breath back?  Whichever, her tits were bobbling about on her chest,  her nipples hard and darkly pink from her exertion.

Then, from behind her, His voice.

“Good catch, Eric,

You’ll have her first today.”

And with a firm swat on her backside He released her into His friends custody.

getting His vibe

She woke to the feeling of His hand in her cunt. Pushing something inside her…oh damn. It was the egg vibrator.

She hated vibrators. All the whirring, the jarring feeling inside her. The turning into mush and cumming without her control. That was it, the crux of the matter. She had given Him all controls over her body, making it His toy. But still, she had such a hard time at this last loss of control.  And yet it made her horny as hell to know she was submitting because He owned her.

She rolled out of the bed as he slapped her ass playfully. Getting  into the shower, she began to wash when the egg inside her awoke for the first time. A low humming came from her crotch, and she grimaced. As she finished under the water, and began to dry herself, she felt the vibe increase in intensity.

“Grrrrr…” she muttered under her breath, feeling her pulse quicken, her cunt leaking, her hips rotating without conscious thought.

“How’s things cumming in there?” she heard Him call, laughing. “You nearly done yet?”

She muttered under her breath, and as though He had heard her, or perhaps just read her mind, the vibe increased again, and she opened the bathroom door and gasped “Master, may I cum, please?”

“Hmmm, you just got all clean and lovely for work, slave,” He responded, as He reclined on the rumpled bed, a thoughful look on His face.

“Better not.” He mused with a small smile on His face.  He gave her that look, the one she called the “Master-y” look. Oh, He was one to look at too, laying there like a God from some ancient Greek tale.

They stayed, gazes locked for several long moments, the only sounds in the room, her ragged breathing, and a faint  hum from her body.

“oooooohhhhmmmmoooaaann” She slid her hand down her cleft, soothing, reaching for…

“Stop.”

The note of commmand in His voice caused her to cease her near-rubbing of her clit. Another moment passed, then another.

“Who owns you, slave?”

“You do, Master.”

“You obey?”

“Yes, Master.”

He nodded, pleased, and turned down the vibe. As her breathing began to return to normal, the egg went off.

Over breakfast he told her his plans for the day. He’d be driving past her office several times as he met with customers. Several were located in the same building. Her office had a large window, just within range.  He held up the remote.

“Clicky clicky…” and laughed.

To be, or not to be…

He had waited a long time to see her in the flesh. Three months of online chat, then picture sharing, and eventually, phone calls. They lived in the same town, but traveled in different circles. She was the minivan driving soccer mom,  he the business executive. She, divorced with two kids, he….well, he traveled the world, and through women as well.

There was something about this one.

She’d written hesitantly to the D/s search site. He could sense it in her message.

“newly discoved sub wanna be. Will You be the one for me?”

Succinct, yes, but something in the message spoke to him.  Several others had responded to that, the WannaDom’s he called them. Sniffing new blood, circling around like dogs waiting to mate a ripe bitch.  But she told him that his was the only response she had felt drawn to answer.

“Experienced, yes. Will I control you? Yes. Will you want to submit to me? We shall find that out, together.”

He waited at the hotel bar, watching for her. His call had been abrupt, and didn’t give her time to do anything but come to him, now. He saw her walk into the room. Her hair was untidily piled on her head, some tendrils falling from the loose knot, curling charmingly around her face. She was tired, he could see it from here, and he could see stress in her tense shoulders, and yet, she was here. He watched her take a deep breath, in, out, then enter the darkened room and head for the bar. She took a stool a few places away from him, but stole a glance his way.

He tilted his head a bit, raised a brow, smiled just the smallest amount. Her eyes widened, then she quickly looked down at her hands, clasped tightly in her lap.

He slid over to her.

“Hello, pet” he murmered quietly. “Please go to the ladies room and bring me the items I requested during our phone call earlier.”

She grew red in the face, but got up, and headed for the restrooms. She was gone just a few minutes but he could tell she did not want to cross the room with her bra and panties clutched in her hand. He watched her innner struggle as she remained half hidden in the archway, then, with a visible sigh, she crossed to him.

“here!” and she ungraciously thrust the bundle of underclothing at him. Her black lace panties fell to the floor and she gasped. She began to stoop to retrieve them, when his hand caught her arm and she glanced at him in horror.

“Leave them,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure the cleaning crew will enjoy finding your damp panties later tonight.”

She glanced from the panties to his face. This, he knew, was the moment in which their future would begin to be decided.