Perverted Pleasures (4)

It hurt.

A steady throbbing rhythm — her heartbeat — beat in her asshole. She sat, a fat, black cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, while a new, bigger thing…Mr. Blue…filled her anus.

“Just working to stretch out that asshole. It will be filled with other things before the end of the day.”

His cock was bigger than the dildo in her ass. A shudder trembled through her when she realized he intended to fuck her in the ass. Before now the only thing she’d ever had in her ass was shit. Despite all the play times she’d had, anal had been on her “no” list. It was one of the advantages of not having a permanent Dom…there was no one who would be “pushing her limits”.  Kink without the commitment had been her rule of thumb. But here she had signed away all “no way’s” –there were only a few “hard limits” that were allowed by the House. No tattooing. No blood-play unless she was menstruating and then all bets were off. No breath-play. Everything else had been left as an option. She remembered going over all the boxes on the form, then reiterating them during her phone interview.

Despite the pain in her ass, or perhaps because of it, her excitement level grew. Her nipples were hard, still held in his fingers. Her clit was hard. Any movement would make her cum again.


“You must wait until I give you permission to speak.”

“Sorry. Yes Master.”

She waited but he did not speak again. His hands rose, lifting her tits, and she rose along with them, to avoid having her nipples ripped off. She shuddered as his thick shaft scraped along her pussy, touching and teasing all the areas that made her wild.

Eyes watched her like a hawk. His gaze was so intense that she couldn’t hold it any longer. His fingers dragged her down, and her trembling thighs lowered until he was fully seated. The tip of his cock pressed against her cervix, a mix of hurting and pleasure. He was serving her that dish repeatedly, the intensity of the pleasure growing with each dose of pain.

In the interview she’d been asked if she was a painslut.

“A little,” she’d responded.

Obviously that was way off, the logical part of her mind said, as his fingers twisted her nipples. Bending forward to relieve the pain, she moaned, which rubbed her clit against his hairy groin. Gods, the shocking stab of lust that engendered! Lost in the ecstasy, she came again.

“Tsk. What a naughty slut.”

Sir’s voice came from behind her, a vague noise amongst the roaring furnace of her orgasm.

“The cane?”

He spoke to Master. At the word ‘cane’, she tried to sit up, but Master’s fingers were still holding her nipples tightly. Sir’s hand at the back of her head pushed her even lower, until her head rested against Master’s chest. The blessed relief of freed nipples as his arms came around her, holding her tight, was quickly ameliorated by the intense pain of blood filling them.

“Oh! OH! It hurts worse…” 

Twin chuckles filled the room.

“She has much to learn,” spoke Sir.

There was a sound, a whooshing. She understood the sound the moment the cane connected with her exposed bottom. When she would have jolted and tried to rise, the arms around her tightened, holding her fast. The cock in her pussy grew even harder, stretching her. The ache of  Mr. Blue seemed to grow as each blow crossed her bottom.


“Oh, at the least,” came the rumbling reply from under her ear.

Twenty? How would she survive twenty of those when five had hurt so much? She moaned, croaked out a “please…Master…please” as the cane continued to lash along her curvy ass. Each wiggle drew more pleasure for her, yet more whimpers of hurt. The cane moved quickly, not giving her time to anticipate the next blow before it fell again. Left cheek, right cheek, both cheeks, he moved around her. Two fell on her lower back, two in the center, two across her shoulders, all carefully avoiding Master, but easily striking her.

When it was over, his shirt was soaked with tears, her hair plastered to her cheek with them. He stood suddenly, her body still impaled with him. He moved across the room, only stopping when he had her plastered hard against the wall. Her arms gripped him to keep from falling, her ankles rose to cross behind his waist. He grunted, and fucked her roughly, pressed between the wall and his massive body. His hands grasped her tits holding her up by them, hurting her so intensely that she wondered if she’d actually survive this fucking, let alone the week.

When he came, he roared like thunder, grinding his pelvis into hers, as he roared for her to come.

“Pour your fucking pussy juice on me, you fucking whore!”

She exploded, her orgasm running freely as he withdrew. The sound of his cock filling her was audible, squelching with the dousing from her convulsing cunt. Her last conscious thought was ‘oh fucking wow’, before her mind slid away into the ether.

I thought…

…..that I’d write some more today–but for the first time since October it’s hit 70 outside…and the burgeoning of life and needs of the garden are tugging me away from indoors and my computer.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and I want to work in the yard, and sit in the sun while the kids play. Today the vanilla side of life ‘wins’..

I’ll leave you with a little smile, then, and tell you I shall return on the morrow, when rain is forecast and my work for the morning was postponed and an unexpected bonus of free time opened up this week. That’s when the darkside will come out for a spin…



Have not fallen off the face of Mother Earth…just hangin’ on by fingernails! This space has not been vacated by a voraciously horny slut and taken over by the sounds of crickets…


Some very weird and naughty dreams to write. Stories to finish…and happy sighing over a wee bit of Master face-time.

Just–no time.

In the immortal words of Big Hunky Swartzenegger… “I’ll be bach…”


Perverted Pleasures (3)

If there were others serving in the house, she didn’t see them. After being walked down the sidewalk (two paces behind me, slut, he’d ordered, she remembered with the tang of embarrassment still fresh in her mind) bare-assed naked, and up a set of stone steps and into the big house, she’d expected a big crowd. A club of sorts.

But no.

It was just Master and Sir. She wondered what else would happen to her. Lust curled in her belly, knowing that she’d signed her fate when she’d desired this perverted vacation. She wanted to know what it was that she had been missing all these years when business came before pleasure.

Working her way around the foyer, she tried not to think about how much her knees were aching, how much her back hurt from scrubbing the marble floor with a toothbrush. It was almost impossible to ignore the deep and steady throb of her ass, which was still filled by the anal plug. Yet cleaning the floor this way did split her attention from some of her discomfort. It was such a lowly thing to do, and while she understood perfectly the mindset behind the chore, part of her seethed with impatience. When would she continue to be treated as she had in the car, as a wanton, usable slut?

“You missed a spot.”

She jumped a foot. So lost in her musings, she had been blinded to his approach.

“I’m sorry Sir,” she mumbled, eyes glued to the floor.

“Get that sorry ass over here and fix it.”

As she turned and crawled towards him, humiliation washed over her. Oh, to be treated like a maid. She who could have bought and sold this property ten times over–

A hard jerk on her leash made her choke.

“Pay attention slut. I don’t know where your mind is at, but when I’m here it must be on me.”

Giving the leash another hard tug, he used the free end to swat at her. The sting along her upper back was painful, but, she conceded, justified.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“Head on the floor, curve your back and show me your cunt.”

The spot where he pointed was wet from her ministrations. Her forehead pressed against the soapy wet tile. She wasn’t happy about that; it was cold and smelled of cleaning solution. She hated for her skin to be touched by it. She remembered all the money she’d spent on face creams over the years. Fingers dipping into her displayed pussy broke her thoughts. Suddenly all her attention was focused on the sensations that his curling digits were causing.

“Don’t you even think about moving. No fucking, no begging. You’re here to be used–a vessel, holes, a cunt. You’re an ass and a mouth and pussy. All hot and wet and available to be used as we choose.”

His fingers slid free. Wiping her wetness on her back, he took up the leash.

“Follow me.”

“On my knees?”

He spared her a brief glance.

“You can walk–for now.”

She rose quickly in case he changed his mind, and followed the proper distance behind. She remembered something about her hands at the small of her back, and placed them there. She wanted to please him–please them both–and she wanted to be fucked.

Master sat on a chair in the middle of the room. His thickened cock had a slight curve to it.Sir brought her forward, looping the leash onto the raised finial on the back of the chair.

“Straddle me and sit on my cock.”

She did as she was bid, yet not as gracefully as she’d hoped. Her leg banged his erect cock, and a sharp slap and verbal admonishment to ‘be careful for fuck’s sake’ made her want to sink through the floor. Somehow she got herself sorted out until she was poised, her pussy lips parted by the flaring head below her.

“Sit. Do it slowly. I want to feel every inch of your cunt as you impale yourself.”

It was a tight fit. He was large, and her ass was still filled with the beast they’d shoved up there in the limo. Her clit rose and began to throb. Her nipples tingled and tightened . Breath came in short excited gasps as he filled her belly with his cock.

“Fuck me. Slow and easy. Up and down.”

It was easy at first. The excitement took her through the first strokes easily enough. Her thighs began to burn after a bit, her calves shook after a few more squats. Her pussy wanted it faster, but she kept to the same steady rhythm.

When his fingers grasped her nipples and pulled them down as she was lifting up, she came.

“There is no cumming without permission.”

Shivering with the shock of having an orgasm with virtually no warning, she opened her mouth to protest. Seeing the look on his face, she stopped herself from speaking. Eyes falling to his belly, she whispered her apology.

“Peter? Mr. Blue, I think.”

She wanted to look around and see who Mr. Blue was, but his arms came around her, hugging her body close to his. His cock was fully impaled, her legs shaking from the workout, as she straddled his lap. There was a tug against her ass, the stretching pain as the anal plug was removed.

She farted.


And cried out in shock and pain as the larger “Mr. Blue” filled her rectum.

Perverted Pleasures (2)

They hadn’t told her of the butt plug that awaited her in the limo, nor of the resounding, over-his-knee spanking that Master delivered as they pulled away from the curb. His hand was large and covered a huge amount of ass with every blow. He spanked hard, down her thighs, across her hips, up even to her back, the slaps echoing inside of her somehow.

It was as she lay there, across his lap, gasping through the tears, that she felt the probing against her pussy lips.

“She’s so fucking wet.”

“She’s a slut. She’s gonna be wet.”

“Good for her–lotta lube–the natural kind!”

The two chuckled a moment. The large hand pressed against the base of her neck, as his other slapped hard at the bottom of her butt. One slap, two, six. The same fucking spot over again. Nine, twelve slaps. Fifteen. Twenty one.

“How many was that, slut?”

“Twenty-one,” she spoke, the sob hitching in her voice.


He struck again.

“I have a fondness for round bottoms, and round numbers,” he said with a laugh. “Proceed, Peter.”

There was pressure against her asshole. Though she tried to lift her head, Master’s hand was like an anchor, holding her in place. As the pressure grew, she tightened her anus.

“Fighting it.”

“Good enough. She’ll learn.”

“I’ll get the rubber mallet…”

“WHAT?!” she squeaked, her voice snaking around his shoelaces.

There was a sudden firm push and whatever he was doing landed deep inside her asshole.

“OH FUCK! That hurts! OUCH!”

“Stop fighting when he puts things in your ass, then.”

“It burns.”

“Does that when he uses toothpaste for lube. It’ll tingle for a while. Remember to not piss him off again, slut or he’ll slather it with icyhot gel…then you’ll really have an ass of pain.”

He tugged her up from his lap, and pressed her to the floor.

“Sit there. Yes, right there with your ass stuffed full of rubber. I know it hurts, doesn’t it?”

He handed her a bottle of water and picked up his phone. In a moment he was busy texting as she sat, ignored. A foot prodded her tit.

“My cock wants your mouth. Turn around.”

Sir’s limp cock hung between his splayed knees. Even flaccid it was big. She scooted forward, wincing at the fullness in her ass. It felt like she needed to take the biggest shit in her life. Her anus throbbed. Her lips encircled his shaft, sucking the head into her mouth, the thick head resting on her tongue.

“Right there. No…no sucking. Just hold it in your mouth and keep it warm and wet.”

His fingers reached down, grabbing her nipples and tugging as if to move her closer.

“No–don’t move. I want to see how far these babies will stretch.”

She moaned around his cock as he pulled slowly, firmly, steadily. It felt like he was trying to rip her tits off of her chest by her nipples. Yet she also felt like someone had set a match to her clit. The throb there was incredible. Her body was so alive!

“No cumming.”

The deep voice of her Master interrupted her introspection. She couldn’t really speak with a cock in her mouth, one growing steadily firmer.

“Wa Ma trr?”

She tried, but earned a cuff to her ear.

“No talking with my dick in your mouth, cunt!”

It was incredible, the connection between her nipples and her cunt, the way every jostle of the limo tugged her tits this way and that, adding to the ache that his fingers coaxed from them. It was incredible how wet she was, how much she wanted to suck. He was a stranger, but all normal “fears” had flown out the window. Here she was running on pure adrenaline.

The car slowed, then stopped. She didn’t move, hadn’t been instructed to move.

“You’ll need this.”

Master wrapped something heavy around her throat. The click of a hasp and the weight of leather leash let her know that he’d collared her, something that she’d looked forward to. While wearing his collar, he owned her fully. Lost in the rapture of giving her fate to another, she barely noticed what else was going on. Hands were busy on her body; it took a moment to realize that she was being stripped. Surely they didn’t mean to have her exit the car totally buck naked?

The wash of air as the door opened proved that they did.



Perverted Pleasures

with thanks to LadyP for the delectable was so yummy that I had to jump right in. (with apologies to those still waiting for chapters in the pregnant story…I promise things will quiet down next week to allow me to finish that one up!)

She was a powerhouse of a woman, one who had risen through the male-dominated ranks of business to build her own empire. She was hard-as-nails tough, capable of squeezing pounds out of pence, and had been known, on occasion, to make grown men weep.

Yet, it was true what they said, those ubiquitous fucking “they” people, whomever “they” were. It was lonely at the top. But all of that had changed. She was no longer “at the top” –a situation arrived at by her own choice. No more would there be that plethora of 5 a.m. wake up calls, fraught with millions of monies being lost or gained, nor doom or glory looming around every decision. Even better, there would be no more working in her penthouse condo until midnight, then trying to catch up on sleep before the first of the panic calls began.

She wasn’t sure if that was a comfort, or the edge of a frightening precipice of her own personal disaster. But there would be no going back, not now. The deal was done, the ink dry. The company was no longer hers to command, it was true; but she was hopeful that the dividends would more than compensate for any lingering bits of remorse.  A large wad of money was parked in a variety of investments, and now, at long last, she had the time to indulge that which she had set aside for so long. She had cravings that she’d had seldom occasion to indulge in, cravings that not one of the people with whom she had worked over the last decade had any clue about.

And now she waited. She was not overfond of waiting, being the impatient sort of woman that she was. Yet, tapping pale polished nails on her table would not make the invitation come any faster. She was sure that she’d done all in her power to glean acceptance to one of the most exclusive clubs around. Indeed, the application had been filed, the two questionnaires answered, and the phone interview concluded. She’d been told, and rather tersely upon her inquiring (again), that she would be contacted when her application was accepted.

She didn’t like waiting.


The knock on her door came two days later. Of course it was Coco’s day off, she recalled, as the bell chimed a second, then a third time. Well dammit. She popped the chocolate in her mouth and, with an eye-roll towards the ceiling, made her way to the front door.

He was tall, black, and incredibly muscular. His companion was shorter by a head, but just as burly. She was alone in her apartment, but decided to bluff her way through. Something about the two made her very nervous.

“Ms. Pomeroy?” The tall black man spoke first.


He took a step forward, proffering a gold-embossed envelope. When she took it, she realized it wasn’t an envelope at all, but a postcard, printed on heavy linen stock. Her heart leapt to her throat.

“I see you recognize it.”


“May we enter?”

Dear gods, she thought, had she made the wrong choice after all?

“Yes. Yes of course.” Stepping aside to allow them in, she remembered all the years of repressed sexuality. A tremendous surge of warmth grew between her thighs as the two men came quietly inside and shut the door. Was she making the right choice here?

The shorter of the pair stepped forward, hooking a finger in her blouse.

“Get naked. Now.”

Her heart set up a pounding so hard that she thought it must be audible. The dark man just stood there, arms crossed, watching. It was embarrassing to see her hands shaking as she reached, fumbled, for her buttons. The card with the strange golden symbol fell to the floor beside her, unnoticed.

Somehow the shirt was undone, left to fall in a silken pool at her feet. She stared at the men for a moment.

“Naked means no clothing. You have less that 60 seconds to finish…or I’ll help you.”

The man leered at her, and she was certain she could see a huge bulge in his pants. She unzipped the back of her slacks, then stepped out of them. It was foolish to feel that her bra and panties were of any sort of help here, but she was reluctant for this last shield to be breached. The left eyebrow of the black man rose fractionally. Correctly interpreting it as a sign of impatience, she made quick work of sliding her straps down, releasing her breasts, and sliding her panties to her ankles.

“Hold right there.”

Damn but his voice was deep. And erotic. A stranger, moving around her, his hands not touching as she’d assumed. She began to blush as they discussed her.

“Nice tits.”

“A great ass. That’s gonna look good with strap marks on it…”

“Look at that cunt. Looks like she’s wanting a nice hard cock right about now.”

Hands separated the globes of her ass.

“Pretty tight pucker there.”

“Stand up.”

She rose, her face flushed with a mixture of lust and humiliation.

“Hands behind your head.”

A blindfold slid over her eyes.

“Do not break position.  Do not speak. Understood?”

She nodded. Her breath came in short wisps. She was scared. She was excited. She was so turned on, and utterly terrified.

There was a sound, a loud whirring…something pressed to the juncture of her thighs. The first orgasm hit like a brick, a thundering wave that seemed to crest, and keep on cresting. Whining wasn’t speaking, she hoped, as she heard her own voice keening. It sounded like a far away call, as he kept the vibe pressed hard against her. It hurt, yet there was a quiet thrill to be used this way. Three orgasms in and she began to feel light-headed, her pussy throbbing from the unceasing pressure of the rumbling torment. How she held her hands there, kept herself from falling over, she didn’t know. Legs trembling, it was all she could do to keep erect.

The vibe snicked off.

“My what a messy cunt you have there.”

She could feel the sticky wetness on the insides of her thighs.

“Put your arms down.” Large hands untied the blindfold. Blinking against the glare of sunlight in her apartment, she was confused, befuddled by the the tremble that still shook inside her clit. Aftershocks, she realized. His hands stroked down her arms, whispering a soft ‘good girl’ against her ear. A tremendous feeling of relief swept through her. Her Master took her chin in his large hand, his eyes locking on hers. There was an intensity there that made her feel more than naked.

“You have been officially inducted into my club. You have a very long week ahead of you. You have agreed to all the terms and conditions. Are you prepared?”

Her lips moved, a soft ‘yes Master’.”

He looked into her.

“You’re not prepared, not even a little. But we’ll work on that. Your safeword is lipstick. You have been informed on the circumstances in which to use it, should there be a need. I have seen that you are capable of accepting pleasure. Before I allow you do dress so that we may leave, you will show me that you are capable of delivering it as well. Therefore, you will pleasure us both — with your mouth.”

She fell to her knees in a sexual bliss-haze. When they released their shafts, she took each of them in her finely manicured hands.  First a gentle kiss to each tip, before she began to lick the two cocks, one dark ebony, the other thick and white with a bulbous tip. Sucking and nibbling on their man-flesh only took her so far before the man, who she was to address as Sir,  grabbed her by her ears and shoved his rigid dick into her throat. He fucked her mouth as he would her pussy, despite her gags and choking coughs. He pulled back until just the tip hung between her lips, as Mr. Ebony, who would be her Master, pressed his cockhead between her lips. Two delicious cocks seeping into her mouth, their semen dripping from the slits. Both salty, both hot, both hers. 

When they came, filling her mouth with their salty dew, they drew their cocks across her cheeks.

“You will wear our essence as you leave here, for all to see that you are our slut now. Come, whore, let us find you something appropriate to wear as we take you home.”

She flushed as they walked through the lobby, as Pierre looked from the dry semen adorning her cheeks to the two men flanking her.

“You okay, Mz P?” He inquired cautiously.

Her smile was radiant.

“Better than I’ve been in years. See you in a week Pierre!”


Real Neat Blog Award

So grab a cuppa now before I start, k?

Fiona, that sneaky bitch, nominated me for a blog award. And you know I never do those, right? But…I like the questions that were asked of her, they were insightful without being intrusive. And I like the questions that she posed…that’s one of the rules, you know? I have to nominate some blogs and then ask THEM questions and it goes on and on through blogland until everyone gets a turn. 😀 But that way we get to learn and see some new blogs that maybe we don’t get to see any other way, right?

And I’ll confess right now that I have way less time for reading sexy naughty than I did even 3 years ago…my kids are older, I have more work time and less free time (including “mommy work” with that)…so my reading has been pared down to a few times a week and a few blogs.

Oh, sometimes I go searching. Looking for updates on friends, looking for kinky shit to read because M and I have managed to miss another playdate due to circumstances beyond either of our control–and it will be a while before we get another chance, maybe MAY. Which sucks, honestly. But what can one do, right? So I guess it’s all about the fantasy in my head just now, and you all who write blogs, and who comment, and who email me…even when I don’t have much time? You all inspire the hell out of me.

So, the rules are simple. Answer the questions asked. Nominate other bloggers. Ask THEM questions. Link to the blogger who nominated me…Fiona did it to me (and she writes some really sexy good naughty stuff, trust me!)…and I think that’s it.

Here are my questions to respond to. I’ll post my candidates after them, and my questions to them. Deep breath and here we go:

1)  What scares you most about TTWD, and conversely what are you most gratified about your journey through TTWD?

The thing that scares me sometimes is that someone stumbles upon my blog, reads it, and takes it as permission to go out into the world and commit these acts on an innocent. What I’m most gratified about TTWD is in how I’ve finally found out who I am. And that I’m not “bad” for having these perverse desires, those wicked fantasies, the long dreamt of desire of being bound, used. Long before I ever knew there was a name for it, I wanted it. Now I’ve found it, have been at it for 6 years, and keep finding out new things about me. And it’s made me MUCH more confident in my vanilla life, too.
2)  What is your favorite tradition surrounding your birthday (or if you don’t have one – around a holiday that you like)?

Presents! I LOVE getting presents. 😀 

3)  If you’re home alone, is there music playing, a television on, or quite in your home?

Depends on my mood. I usually have the tv on for background noise if I’m working (sewing etc) but if not then it’s usually just music.

4)  What’s your favorite book, movie and song?

Oh dear…that’s like saying which is your favorite child, you know? Dragonriders of Pern, Clan of the Cave Bear, anything by Nora Roberts to name a few. Favorite movie? Like ever? Again, how can I pick? Star Wars, (the original trilogy)…but also Titanic…and Frozen. And Tangled. And Chocolat. I can’t pick a favorite song. I love too many, and across such a diverse range of artists.

5)  If you were 18, found your blog and read it, what would your reaction be?

HOLY FUCK! This woman is living my fantasies! 

6)  What qualities, do you think, is your significant other is most attracted to in you?

My s/o is not my master, we are pure vanilla…but likely my “do it all” attitude. As to what M finds attractive in me? Tits or ass, baby, tits or ass….

7)  What is your favorite toy to make you cum?  What’s a fantasy of yours using that toy?

A really naughty question. I have a ridged and slightly curved dildo that I use in conjuction with the Hitachi. As to a fantasy? This is one of many…I came like a bitch when this popped into my head (pun intended)…!

Okay, so now that those are done, here are the blogs that I nominate:

Jz @ A Reluctant Bitch because she is just that fun to read.

andi @ ytysreloaded because I love to read there when I get a chance even if it isn’t as often as I used to…

gg @ whatiwonder because she never fails to make me think!

Will @ erotic writers because he’s Will and my friend and a divine author and tentacle.

Here are the questions for my four nominees:

1. How did you get into reading, then writing, erotica?

2. What do you get out of blogging?

3. What are your favorite things to do/to be done to you by your partner?

4. If you had the choice to live 24/7 D/s dynamic (assuming one isn’t at this point)…would you? Do you feel it’s a realistic way to live in this day and age?

5. What scares you about D/s?

6. Multiple partners and experiences in a scene–is this a fantasy or something too scary to contemplate–and why?

7. If you could fuck anyone, who would it be? (bonus—would you be the Top or the bottom of the scene?)

There you go! Duty done and happily. Thanks Fiona for nominating me. Now I can go back to ignoring any other blog awards for another 6 years. LMBO!