He’s a So and Sew…

He stood at the head of the check out line. Tapping his toe impatiently, he was the picture of frustration. He pointed at the sales clerk.

“You need to find someone to help with this problem.” It was said firmly, but the girl, young, and more than used to brusque patrons during the holidays, wandered off to find a manager.

The tall man jingled change in his pocket.

“Why do men do that?” asked a soft voice behind him. He was tempted to ignore it, but he needed an outlet. Turning, he raised one eyebrow and stared down at the petite woman behind him. He noticed her flame colored hair immediately. It was long, gently curled, and framed her blue eyes beautifully. She looked up at him with a gentle smile.

“Do what?” he asked in a softer tone.

“Jingle change when you’re feeling impatient!” she replied, laughter in her voice. “You know, they’ll charge you $5 just to repair that button. That’s….criminal!” Her eyes flared for a moment. She shook her head, hair bouncing.

“Likely they’ll charge me $15 and I’ll consider it money well spent to get the hell out of here before I miss my dinner party completely,” he responded, annoyed.

She stared at him, openmouthed. “F-fifteen dollars??!!” She sputtered. “That’s…stupid! Ridiculous! I have a needle and thread in my knitting bag in the car. If you’re brave enough to come out there with me, I’ll have it stitched on in a jiffy.”

He regarded her cooly for a moment. Looked around the store. The girl had vanished. No manager in sight. He looked back at the redhead.

“And how much will it cost me?” he nearly sneered at her.

She glared at him. He felt the heat from those eyes branding him. He straightened a bit more. He felt it. Suddenly and without warning, he knew he wanted this woman. The electric current running between them changed.

She spoke, calmer. “I don’t charge for kindness.” And turning on her heel, she strode away.

For a short woman, she certainly could cover a lot of ground! He caught up with her at the exit, held the door for her. She barely glanced at him. Sounded almost like a sniff of …disdain? He was not used to being dissed! This woman was charming! He all but danced ahead of her. Held out his hand to slow her forward pace. The Patriots would love someone on their front line with this much forward momentum!

“I apologize. I’m …. unused to the kindness of strangers.” He chose his words and tone carefully. She stopped. Glanced up at him.

“Well, I can believe that,” she said, ice still in her voice. He cupped her elbow. She read the intent in his eye a split second before his mouth came to hers. Even as she opened her mouth to protest…surely she was going to protest? they connected. He took immediate advantage of her openness, sliding his skillful tongue into her mouth to taste her. His hand slid from her elbow up to scoop the flaming locks and cup her neck, pulling her into his kiss, locking them in his world. He felt her surrender. Felt her small hand on his chest over his heart. Felt his cock stir.

He’d found her. At last.

About Cheating…

Thanks to everyone who made comments on my post about being found by a very special Sir. This post is about  how I got there. To the cheating point.

Most of you know that I found this lifestyle by accident. The thoughts were always there, but I thought I was a bad girl. As an aside from this, a vanilla group I belong to, found a website by…damn I forget her name…where she paints women’s vaginas with paints, and then presses canvass to them…creating gorgeous, beautiful images. More than a classy artsy-fartsy cunt shot. Truly stunning work. Don’t believe me? Go to Curvaceous Dee’s blog and scan for her post on this…she was a contributor. Anyway, the woman who I’ve known for 10 years or more was scandalized. Now, this is a pagan group. Most of us have danced naked under the sky for rituals (not together, but in our various homes/covens/groups…) …but for some reason, the mons artwork offended her. I, the lone voice, said it was beautiful, and a lovely way to honor a woman’s body from the core, out. Thousands of nudes in museums across the world, and you’re gonna freak over a gorgeous amorphous painting of someones beautiful bits???? Anyway, this shows you how far I’ve come in my journey in this last year. I am free. This lifestyle has done that for me.

Does this mean I take my vows any less seriously? No. And it was …well, it’s impossible to tell you how hard to make this choice. I think I’d made it even before I got to know him. I knew in my heart of hearts, that if I had the chance to leap, I would take it. Life is finite. I want to sit in my rocker and remember this …awakening…and smile. A secret, naughty nilla smile. I’ve been writing this blog for just over 3 months…I’ve met many lovely people. And I’m glad for the dissenting voices, you know. It clarifies, in my mind, the why of it.

I think most of you know that my kiddo’s are all adopted. Wife and I had sex last just before we got the call to head to Chicago to get him.  That was very nearly 6 years ago. Yes.  You read that correctly. Six. Years. Ago. He was supposed to be a C-section, but he came early.  When the last boy came home he was preemie by 7 weeks. He began co-sleeping w/us because he would stop breathing. Scary stuff. He slept most nights on nilla’s chest, curled (all 4 pounds of him) between my breasts. As he got older, he moved between us. Then my daughter came along. She was a terrible sleeper. She was born addicted (both were, actually), and her detox was much harder on her. Eventually, she and I moved downstairs to the guest room, where we slept for a year, she in her crib and me in the bed. My son, meantime, continued to cosleep w/my wife.  Eventually the girl got her room, nilla tried to move back into wife’s bed, but (sigh, I hate to tell you this…) but nilla snores. As i’ve been told, like a freight train. (Fair warning Sir…no sleeping for nilla!) I disturbed wife, and son. Dau was used to it. 2 years ago nilla moved into her own wee room. it has a bed, tv which i never watch and a chair. I only use a bedroom for sleep anyway, so it didn’t need to be big.

So, even though I have hinted, talked about, and nearly pleaded w/wife, no sex. “It’s all about the kids now” she says. Fuck???What???

What about us? What about who we are as a couple? Our time?

“We had our time at the front end (true, we were together nearly 10 years before she convinced me to have kids …I love them to pieces, but I wanted time, too.) so this time is theirs.”

Yes, this is the actual conversation we had a few months ago. Before I met Sir. Before he showed me how ….sincerely caring a Dom can be. It’s about US he says, not just about him.  He did not beg, plead or tease me to be with him. This had to be my choice. Nilla is tired of no sex. Nilla…this is so hard, folks…nilla is not always supported by wife. wife is often very negative. It’s hard. So, I give my family 100 per cent of me. From love.

But should there not be a point where nilla gets a little happy, too? I love when my son lays his head on my neck and tells me “you’re the bestest mommy ever, mom”….but that’s one side of nilla. There is a sexual creature here. She’s been coming out for awhile. More than this last year. but moreso in the last few months since I’ve been blogging. Free. That’s the word.

So while I appreciate your worries, know that I’ve been dealing with the ethics of my decision. I hurt about it. I can live with that. I’ll hurt when He clamps my virginal nipples.  I can live with that, too. At 50, I’ve made my piece with my choice. If it comes back to bite me in the ass, so be it.

I’ll go live w/Chloe (lol!)

It’s Official !

Good Morning Pervie Friends!

I have official permission to announce that *clears throat* your nilla…has a Sir!

I’ve alluded to it, but now it is out there for all of you to share my happiness. And I am. So happy. We will meet in person next week. He gave me space to make up my mind. No forcing the issue. I’m cheating on my wife. With a man. Probably the ultimate slap to a lesbian relationship. I still love my wife, and my family, but. And it’s a big but.  I’m not happy in this Vanilla World. Not that all of life is about what makes us “happy=happy” all the time. But I’ve finally decided that this is something I must do.  Free my sexay beast. Let her explore this dark fascination I have had. You, you all know my fantasies. He will work on making them come true. For both of us…and that says so much, doesn’t it?

We’ve been talking online for about a month, and………… (nilla shakes her head, smiles) ….some things can’t be put into words. He is just simply…. perfect for me.  I’ll tell you all a secret…I adore him already.  He’s very, very patient w/me. And he loves all the silly and sexy pics I’ve sent. He thinks nilla is sexy! Oh. Wow.

(nilla fans face) And…he makes me very hot. Very wet. Very, very needy. He’s told me a few things he plans to do to me, but I’m going to tease you…and tell you later!

(nilla happy dances around the computer)

hee! I so happy!

Thank you Sir. For listening. For caring. For making me feel safe enough to leap. Because I’m coming (talk about word play, hee!), and I’m going to run right to the edge of that precipice and …..

….fly!

Camp Nekkink Ch 24 (Fini)

Cori sat at her computer keyboard. Stared at the screen before her. It was still grey. No New Mail. Fuck. She stuck her tongue out at the monitor. Shook her head in disgust at herself. What had she expected, after all?

The long weekend at Camp Nekkink resonated in her mind, her body, her spirit. She still had a few faint bruises, notably one on her ass that she might have until New Year’s Day at this rate. Maybe that was an exaggeration, since it was only late September, but. Oh, the buts. She was so changed now, from the woman she’d been as she driven into the campground geared for the kinky set. She missed walking around naked, and in fact, did quite a lot of it when she was home.  She’d bought a set of nipple clamps with chains, but it wasn’t the same when you fastened them on yourself. She was much more careful of their placement than her Master had been. Well, to amend that, he was careful…careful to put them where they’d hurt the most! And that’s where the rush was.

She remembered that Sunday morning as if it were yesterday, waking in a tangle of arms and legs. A tangle that contained 3 men, a slave woman, and herself. There had been much hedonistic pleasure that night, some of it was just a blur now. Hands seeking flesh to probe, squeeze, open, or pull upon. Mouths, now biting, now licking, now sucking firmly. Groans, whimpers, the sounds of bodies slapping together. The smell of sex hanging in the air, surrounding them. They had awoken within minutes of each other, smiling and groaning as bruised flesh moved and flexed. Cori had been shocked to realize that there were an equal number of women to men, that Mistress Andi had joined them sometime in the night. She remembered eating cunt, she thought she did, anyway, but had assumed it was Master Chris’ girl, Slave.  They had shared a communal breakfast, with Cori and Slave preparing and serving the food. Master had made her lay down and put the food on her belly for him to lick off. That had started a fresh round of sex, and it was nearly noon before the six of them, 4 sated Dom/mes and 2 exhausted sluts parted. Master helped her take apart her tent, pack up her few things, and load them down to her car.

At the car, he’d taken her face in his two big hands, and pulling her firmly to him, kissed her with great tenderness and passion.

“This is not the last you will see of me, sweet cunt,” he had promised her. Then, he swiftly and skillfully brought her to an orgasm. Right there, leaning against her car.  Pushed his fingers into her cunt. Sawed deeply into her, pushing her back into the door, and pistoned his hand back and forth until she literally erupted on him. Breathless, she had leaned back against the car, his body the only thing holding her upright. He held her body close to his, and she recovered to the sound of his steadily beating heart. Gently he pulled away from her, kissed her softly on her mouth. Putting her into the car, he had ruffled her hair, and sent her home.

They’d exchanged emails. At first, several a day. Then her obligations and his had caused the flood to run to a stream, then a trickle. Now it had been 10 long days, and no reply to her last three emails. She sounded desperate. She hated that. She was not a needy bitch.

She rose from the computer. She wasn’t. Was she? Perhaps she would find out about a “munch” in her area. She was certain the City had at least one group. She could work up her courage and attend. How did one go about finding a Dom anyway? It’s not like one was just going to arrive on her doorstep and say “Hi honey, get naked so I can whale on your ass!” She wished.

She shook her head, annoyed at herself. And frustrated. Her self-pleasuring staved off the worst of the need, but it was always there, a pulsing, pounding need in her, to go deeper, darker. She loved the helpless feeling of the ropes binding her to his will. She loved that he took her further, higher, harder than anyone had ever dared before. She loved the challenges he forced her to face.

Making her way downstairs, she started the teapot and began to put away the dishes from last night. It had been nice to see her sons and daughter-in-law again. She was going to pop out that grandbaby any day now! Sheesh. A Grammy. She sighed deeply, patted her belly. Hefted her left tit. She still had it. She nodded to herself. She squeezed her nipple gently. Sighed again. This just wasn’t working. She was heading for depression alley, and that wasn’t going to do her any good at all.

Once the dishes were done, she made her tea and a light breakfast. She headed upstairs, and dressed for her day. She was going to hit the mall and look for some truly salacious underwear. Something truly sin-worthy. Then she was going to find out about a munch. And find someone to fuck her silly. She sighed again. How she missed Master.

She perused her closet. Lately she’d taken to hating her wardrobe. Boring, middle-aged lady clothing. Not that she was going to run out and buy 20 miniskirts, not at her age, but perhaps it was time to ….loosen up a bit. She put on a knee-high skirt, thigh high stockings with a garter and back seam and her tallest heels. She didn’t care that her feet would kill her by the time she was done shopping she just wanted to feel sexy again. Like she had at camp. All the time. Imagining Master’s eyes on her, she took out a blouse. Put it back. Went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a soft, silky camisole. This was underwear! But what the hell. Slipping it on, she admired the swell of  her creamy, large tits, the faint shadow of her areola and nipples, the way the soft rose silk complimented her skin tone. She smiled.

“There she is” she murmured to herself, admiring the sexy beast looking out from her eyes in the mirror.  Giving her hair a quick tousle, so far removed from her usual neat ‘do, she turned, admired her ass and checked the seam in the stockings, and headed downstairs.

As she hit the landing, the doorbell rang. A moment of panic. What if it was Mrs. McGillicuddy from across the street? Shit. Fuck. She glanced longingly upstairs, as the bell rang again. Remembering the beast that gazed from her eyes upstairs, she released her hold on propriety, and came slowly downstairs. Grasping at the remnants of courage, she pulled open the door.

Her red, gleaming lips parted into a giant O of surprise.  Standing on her front porch was her Master. And Mistress Andi. Smiling at her surprise, He stepped forward, inviting himself and the Mistress into her foyer.

His finger pushed gently up on her chin.

“Close your mouth, sweet cunt!”

“Hello, pet!” This, from Mistress Andy.

They reached for her simultaneously, and a lovely group hug ensued.

“I believe you’ve met my wife, Andy, ” he said to Cori. She gaped at him, turned to look at the Mistress. Looked back at him. And knew she had at last truly found all that she had ever wanted.

 

Flash Fiction Friday Week 14 The Piano Man

She’d seen him at the piano in the pub where she and her girlfriends went each Friday night for drinks after work. He played the usual numbers, keeping the crowd happy and drinking. They had made eye contact on numerous occasions. Once she sat beside him. He asked her if she played. She said ‘no’, but he came right back and told her that he knew she was a player. She smiled, then slid away through the crowd.

Now, here she was. He’d called her work and posed himself as a client. Asked specifically for her. She went to his loft, prepared to be business-like, but her cunt was clenching, and wet. Her nipples, engorged. Her breath, tight. 

He’d met her at the door. Told her to strip. She stared at him, truly shocked. And completely turned on. He told her again. Firmly.

“Little girl, strip now, or go.” She shivered. The tone of his voice, and his calling her little girl sent shock waves directly to her cunt. He directed her to sit on his piano bench. On her knees.

He sat across the room. She felt his eyes on her ass. Inspecting. Taunting her with his smile when she turned her head to watch him. Finally, he rose. Stroked her milky skin.

“Now it’s time to make you sing,” he told her, as he slowly fingered  the strings on the tawse. She shuddered. On the first stroke, she came. On the second stroke, she came undone. On the third stroke, her head came forward and a chord came from the piano as she bowed her head on the keyboard. Again a stroke, again a chord, over and over they played . There, the  soft grunt as he stroked the tawse on her upturned ass, here, the notes from the piano, until finally,  her voice raised in ululation as her body erupted, her juices pouring from her, her ass glowing.

His cock was hard and ready. He slid deeply into her sopping sheath. His thrusts caused her to cum again. Again she raised her voice to the heavens. He pounded into her willing body, groaning as he came deeply inside of her. She keened. He moaned. The piano chimed.

 He had known they’d make beautiful music together.

12 Kinky Days of Christmas/HNT

Okay, and  Hellowwwww Pervies! I know here in the US  it’s Thanksgiving, but I’m thinking a few of you will still be  porn surfing… And of course, readers from other parts of the globe won’t be doing the Turkey Day thing anyhoo! For our family, after the meal is over, dishes are done and extended family is Out The Door, it’s time to plan for Christmas. So, bear with me, and enjoy this piece … I wrote it way back in September, and have been having the hardest  time waiting to publish it.!!!   Hooking it up with HNT was, to me, Brilliant, lol! I’ll be back writing on Monday, you USA folks have a wonderful Thanksgiving or just a very happy HNT!  ** smoochies**             ** Nilla**

 

On the first day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the second day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the third day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the fourth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the fifth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
five gold cunt rings!
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the sixth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the seventh day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
seven different paddles,
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!

One the eighth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
eight bags of clothespins,
seven different paddles,
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!
On the ninth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
nine long red needles,
eight bags of clothespins.
seven different paddles,
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!

On the tenth day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
ten pumps on my butt plug,
nine long red needles,
eight bags of clothespins.
seven different paddles,
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
four wooden canes,
three bullet vibes,
two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my Master gave to me
eleven yards of hemp rope,
ten pumps on my butt plug,
nine long red needles,
eight bags of clothespins
seven different paddles,
six nipple clampers,
five gold cunt rings…
Four wooden canes
three bullet vibes,

two pierced nips,
and the biggest dildo you have ever seen!

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my Master said to me
“Slave, go get all those things
I’ve been gathering for the last week and a half, spread them around the bed,
get naked and present yourself, because Master Santa is comin’ to town tonight!”

 

Merry Christmas, M-eerrr-y Christmas!IMG_0076a

and happy HNT!

Nilla

Nilla Note

I’m having vanilla company for the Holiday, and wife will be home Tuesday thru Sunday so….I’ve been a writing freak for several days, and new stories will be here each day when you visit here…including part 2 of the Letters story, and hopefully another (last?) chapter of Camp Nekkink., but I’ll not be replying to comments etc until next Monday…I’ll also be behind on your blogs, too, which makes me all sad-faced!

As always, I hope you enjoy my fantasies, and if you have something naughty that you have a fantasy about, be sure to leave me a comment about it (or send an email)  …you can get to me at :  vanillamom4@gmail.com   Just think…your fantasy could become one of  my stories.  I’m always on the lookout for new ‘kinks’ to perk my fantasy meter. That goes for you Domly ones out there as well…I know you’re reading, and I’m sure you have fantasies too….hmmm? Share!    Of course, if you email me, I will be glad to keep your fantasy anonymous if you so desire!

Nilla waves….have a good holiday!  Be good..naw…be bad…be very, very bad….. and have fun!

hugs n’ smoochies!

nilla

The Letters pt 2.

Sunday morning. The birds sang merrily. The sun shone brightly. Still she slept on. Eventually, the sheet slipped from her nude body, and the light breeze blowing in the open window  puckered her nipples, and aroused her. With a moan, her hand caressed the tight bud, and she came slowly awake from the ache in her breast.  She’ d dreamt of Him, and now, awake and lonely, she had only the throbbing between her legs. No Sir to give her an early morning tumble. No Sir to bite hard on her nipples, spurring her to darker and deeper passions. No Sir to spank her ass and tell her to get going….wait!  The letters!  She’d forgotten all about them!

She leapt from the bed, nearly falling as her foot tangled in the discarded sheet. Righting herself, she paused, giggled, then dashed down the stairs. She reached the sideboard for the letter marked Sunday and ripped it open. She read the note, and smiled and shook her head. He was amazing. He knew her so well….

good morning, pet. I see you slept late today. You don’t have time to get yourself into a funk. You have chores to do around the house, the same ones you do every Sunday. Iron my shirts. Press your skirts. Clean the bathroom stall. I expect no less from you while I’m away then I would if I were right there behind you.

When you have finished, you may relax with the paper for an hour. Then do your marketing. You’ll be busy the rest of the week and today will be a good day for it. I had thought to have you trim the hedge naked, but frankly I worried that I’d come home and find you nipple-less. That disturbed me. So, instead, I want you to clean out the fridge. It will be much safer. Of course, I’ll expect you to do this naked. I will smile thinking of your tight, chilled nipples. Oh, and perhaps you should put the clamps on them. Yes, do. The ones with the double strand of chain between them. They look so sensuous on your lovely tits. Be sure to capture the look with a photo and upload it to your blog. Your readers will enjoy that as well as I.

No television tonight pet. I’ll want you on the computer early, as I plan on watching you play as I direct you. It will be an enjoyable evening. I’ll see your picture on the blog by 4 p.m. and you on the computer by 6.

Be sure to pull those chains for me as you scrub that fridge!

Enjoy, pet. I know I will.

Master

She shivered. Oh, how she hated cleaning the fridge. Today was no way as warm as yesterday, judging by the chill wind that had awoken her. Cleaning the fridge naked would be a challenge!

She scurried off to do His bidding. By the end of the day, she was happy to know that she’d accomplished all of His chores, and the house positively gleamed. What a great way to start the work week, all the nasty things were done, and when he came home tomorrow, she knew he’d be pleased, too.

The shrill call of the alarm clock announced it was Monday at last! Even though she had to work today, her day would pass quickly. She knew she’d be home by 3 p.m. today, as she’d arranged to have the early time off and Tuesday as well. She showered, dried her hair, then decided she’d best go read her first Monday letter to find out if he wanted her dressed a certain way. He’d made no mention of it last night when they were on the computer together…then again, they both been pretty well occupied masturbating for each other….she smiled as she headed downstairs.

Good Monday Morning, pet. You’ve had a very busy weekend, but I am very proud of all your accomplishments. I know you would not disappoint me intentionally.

 Today I want you to wear your white dress to work. I know you worry about soiling it, nonetheless, that will set off your beautiful tits nicely. No underwear, either pet. I want to think of you, of your sopping wet cunt and your nipples rubbing themselves raw against that linen dress.

 I also want you to use the small butt plug. The aluminum one that stays in…see I’m not completely heartless! Keep that in you all day, pet. Think about my pulling it out tonight and filling your ass with my cock. Maybe I’ll even sleep with my cock buried deeply in your anus. I’m amused at the thought of your ass keeping my cock  nice and warm, squeezing me tightly as you shift, my arms wrapped about you, keeping you still. That’s a lovely thought, isn’t it?

Enjoy your day, pet!

Master

She hugged the letter to her chest. She was so turned on by the thought of his demands on her. Even with the distance between them, his hold on her was palpable. Gods how she adored him.

At three o’clock, she staggered home from work. She’d been busy, which helped the time to pass, but with every movement, her tits rubbed against the top and her nipples were abraded, sore and nearly raw. She could hardly wait to get the damned dress off! Not to mention her cunt was steaming hot, and her ass was not helping, adding to the frenzy of lust that was consuming her every thought. There was no sub-space here. No, right now it was pure, elemental animal sex. She needed it, needed Him. She dashed into the house and grabbed up the letter that said Monday 3:30p.m. She checked her watch.  Seven minutes to go. Sure, she could open it early. But she knew that he would know. How, she wasn’t quite sure. He could read her like a book. A dirty book! Nervously she paced to the kitchen. Opened the cleaned refrigerator. Checked to be certain the dark ale he preferred was in the front. Checked on dinner in the crockpot. Everything was good. The house was spotless. She however, was a wreck. She jiggled in place. She needed to be fucked!! She paced back into the living room. Back, through the dining room. Ran upstairs and checked the computer. Ran back downstairs. One minute left. She counted the seconds on her watch and at the exact moment it said 3:30 she tore open the envelope.

hello pet.

She turned the paper over. Re-read the front. What??? She bent over to retrieve the envelope from the floor.

“Now that’s what I call a welcome home!” Her  eyes widened with shock and pleasure. She rose, turning towards him. Grasping her chin with his large hand, he pulled her  face to his. His hand slid from her chin to tangle and twine in her hair.  His lips claimed her, branding her with the searing fire generated between them. When he finally relinquished her mouth, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with need.

He reached behind her neck, releasing the catch on the halter of the dress, and tore it off of her.

“I’ve always hated this dress. I could hardly wait to come home and rip it from you, ” he chuckled aloud.

She smiled. He was home. All was well in her world once more.

Letters part 1.

She always hated when her Sir was away. This time it was a business trip to Miami. He’d been gone 5 days already, with four more to go until his return. She was so needy for him. Despite their texts, phone talks and emails, it was never the same as his hands,  demanding and strong on her body.

He’d given her a delicious spanking before he left. Her ass still bore the marks from that last time together. When she was lonely she would rub her ass softly, remembering his hands on her flesh. She had cried, the pain in her ass commingling with the pain in her heart. He was leaving and there was nothing she could do about it. Submit, as always, to his demands. Wear that dress on Monday. Masturbate for me on the cam.  Kneel and think of me each morning before your first cup of tea. Do your exercises.  And she did. She was making it through. Barely.

He knew how hard these separations were on her. She was a needy slut. Not just the sex, although he loved how needy she was in bed. On the couch. Across the table. He smiled, remembering the blowjob she finished just before the taxi pulled up to take him to the airport.   His cum on her lips, her beautiful face tipped up to him.  He’d mailed the letters from his destination. They would help her over the last days until his return. He could hardly wait for the fun to begin!

She got the large manila envelope four days before he was due to come home. She recognized his writing immediately, and dropping all the other mail to the carpet, she opened it swiftly, hands shaking in her eagerness to touch something his hands had been on. Inside the envelope were 5 white envelopes. The first one said Friday. That was today! Before she opened it, she checked the others…yes, there was one for each day before he came home…but there was an extra. She thumbed through them again. Friday, Saturday, Sunday Monday, Monday. Oh! The second “Monday” had a time on it…3:30 p.m.

She ripped open the one for today.

                  Good Morning, pet. I’m certain you’re in a  stew now, just about ready to be all weepy because I’m not there to administer corrective measures. Stop. No tears now. Are you dressed for work? Go change. I want to know you are in your black miniskirt, the white blouse with the black dots on it (the one with the luscious view of your cleavage) and your black, backless sandals. Heavy eye make up today, and the coral lipstick you know I like.

When you come home tonight, immediately disrobe at the front door. Lay on the carpet and masturbate yourself to an orgasm for me, then text me and let me know how it was in 3 words or less.

Eat your dinner, then you may watch some television for an hour, then an early bed. I’ll be on the computer at 9. Take care of my slut. I plan to use you hard when I get home.

Master

Oh Gosh! She had just a few minutes before she needed to leave for work. She bolted upstairs and changed into the outfit he ordered. All through the day she thought of him. Even when Evan the Geek from Payroll almost drooled on her tits. Maybe even more, then.  Her cunt was soft, warm, and gently drooling all day. She barely made it into the house before she was nude. Clothing strewn across the hallway, she almost threw herself on the living room floor and had a wild orgasm in a very short time.

Flushed with her tingling success, she texted three words to him. Oh. My. Gawd.

They laughed about it when they had computer time later that night. She slept well, and woke, refreshed. She missed him, but the prospect of another letter waiting for her downstairs sustained her.  She knelt in posture, focused on Him for the allotted time, then made her way downstairs, naked. As the teapot heated, she ran to the front hall table and took up the letter marked “Saturday”.  There were two pages to today’s letter. One was her letter. The other had a heading on it. Uh Oh. It read “Chore List” and it must’ve had 10 things listed on it, in his neat, bold handwriting. She turned to her letter.

Dear pet,

I know you did well yesterday, and know that I am proud of you. Your devotion is noted, and will be appreciated upon my return home. In the mean time, this being Saturday, you have no work outside the house. It’s time to get to that “to do” list you’re always saying you need to work on. I will expect that every item on the list will be accomplished today. Also, not on that list, is your masturbation time. At noon, I want you to go outside, lay in the hammock, and masturbate yourself to two orgasms. I don’t care how long it takes to get to number 2, you will remain in that hammock until you do. Oh, and no going pee beforehand. That should serve to intensify your reactions. You may have your potty break *after* your 2nd orgasm, as well as your lunch. Text me when you are done. One word. Then it will be back to your chores.

Tonight I epect you will be tired. You will have had a busy day. Take a long soaking bath, and be on the computer by 930 p.m.

That’s my good girl.

Master

She was intimidated by the size of the list, but what else would she do anyway, with him gone. The idea of masturbating at noon, outside, now that was certainly going to hang on her mind all morning!

She forgot he had told her not to pee, and had drank several glasses of iced tea as she worked her way through the list. By noon she really, really needed to pee, but she was also very turned on. She slid out of her shorts and tank top, and went outside to the hammock. Nestling into the swinging sheath was interesting, and the rope bit deliciously into her back and ass. Finding a good position to pleasure herself and not fall out was a challenge, but eventually she got the hang of it. Her first orgasm came quickly, her cries muffled, the hammock swinging gently with her ministrations. The second O was longer in coming, and she worked, rested, feeling the desperate need to pee nearly overtaking her excitement at doing this naughty deed outdoors. Eventually her clit overpowered her bladder, and she turned her chin skyward and keened out her release. Panting, she opened her eyes, squinting against the glare of the midday sun. She thought she saw the curtains twitch at the Campbell’s house next door. Could they have seen…..her blush covered her entire body, as she flung herself out of the hammock, and ran for the house. After emptying her bladder, she text messaged one word to him.

FREAK!

That night, when she fell into bed, she was exhausted, as He had said she would be. Again she slept soundly. Her Master was taking such good care of her!