Plump ~2

The nerve of people, she fumed, as she wove blindly through people engaged in all sorts of interesting behaviors.  She’d come here to have fun, to have a drink or two, see what the club had to offer, see if she could find someone to scratch the rather persistent itch she’d developed in the months since she’d moved here to Seattle. Instead, she’d been accosted by a pair of doms who had squared off over her like two hounds over a juicy bone.

She was no one’s damn, fucking juicy bone.

Enraged still by the confrontation on what she’d hoped would be the start of a fun experience here in her new hometown, she barely noticed the way people parted before her. Blue eyes sending off electric, angry light, full lips drawn in a tight line, she moved into and through the lounging area, and stalked right into the largest of the playrooms. Sounds began to permeate her mad;   soft moans, the snapping of toys. Her forward momentum slowed as she drew along an open alcove where a very handsome black man was whimpering. His balls were drooping low, a heavy metal device shackled around them, tugging them towards the floor. A woman, a stunning woman with flame colored hair and a beatific smile snapped a small crop against one of his nipples, upon which a wire clothes pin had been placed. He jolted with each shocking snap of the crop on the pin. This made the device tormenting his testicles wiggle, making him squeal with the pleasure-pain.

She recognized the woman as the one who’d come up to stop the asshole from hassling her.

“Feeling better?” the redhead asked, while continuing to flick the nipples of her toy.

“I…yes. Thank you for …” her words trailed off as she watched a stream of sex juice begin to drip from the man’s penis. He grunted, moaned, as the maddened shaft seemed to pulse.

“Tisk, tsk,” the redhead chided her plaything. “Did I tell you it was okay to come, sweet boy?”

“n-no Mistress…please…I can’t hold it…please Mistress…”

“You’d best hold it.”

Her fingers wrapped around the throat of his cock, just below the head, and squeezed once, hard. His yelp and jolt made Addison jump.

“That’s enough now. On your knees.” The woman frowned, gesturing him down in front of her. She turned for a moment back to Addison.  “Please, accept my apologies for the unfortunate incident. My club appreciates the presence of such a beautiful…submissive?” Her brow lifted in query.

Addison nodded.

“Yes, then, we’re pleased to have you. I’ll be happy to introduce you to some true Doms. Somehow I think I may not be quite to your taste?” The last was spoken with a dash of disappointed humor, something that Addy thought must be difficult to master.

“No, Ma’am. I…well, you’re gorgeous. And terrifying. And…”

“No need to explain futher, my dear. It’s not a problem. Go, wander. Get a drink. Explore. I’ll see you…later.”

Her attention returned to the man kneeling at her feet. As Addison began to move away she heard her say to him, “well, boy that’s quite a mess there. You need to clean that up….”

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There were all kinds of things happening, some she had seen only on porn sites and thought were only staged. They weren’t. Who knew  a woman could really put something that big in her snatch?! She opted to not go for a second drink, as she got caught up watching a rope master tie an elaborate harness around a woman, and eventually, suspend her. Clever knots pressed against her clitoris, and every wiggle or writhe created pressure or rubbing against the engorged bulb. Her nipples jutted out from tightly wrapped tits; eventually he added clamps with jingly bells on the ends that sang with every twitch and movement. Addison was as turned on as could be, imagining herself in the woman’s position. She’d never been tied like that, just a simple breast harness as her play partner had been in the learning stages of rope play.

“It’s fascinating how a simple little knot can cause such pain…and pleasure.”

The deep voice spoke from just behind her left shoulder. She recognized it immediately, and the scent he wore.

“What’s the matter, no other subs to cajole, or wanna doms to incite?”

“I think you were ‘incited’ enough for all of us, don’t you?”

She turned and stared into tawny eyes that reminded her of a tiger. A shiver threatened, but she tamped the urge down. And that other urge that threatened to make her pussy gush. He was crazy sexy, no doubt knew it too. He got her dander up, to be sure.

“I didn’t start it…”

“You sure as hell finished it. Though I have to say, I’d have loved watching you feed him his own balls…”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. It wasn’t disarming. It was devastating. And sexy. And ‘oh my gawd’ she thought, he interested her. Her girl bits tingled in response as if to say ‘duh’.

“I’m Michael. Would you like me to walk around with you for a while? Show you what’s what and who’s who?”

He asked. He didn’t cajole, didn’t touch her. There was only a half-smile on that devilish face, a slight tilt of his head as he awaited her response. She might have been able to ignore the tingle. Might have been able to ignore the smile. Might have been able to quell the magnetic response she was having. If he’d been an asshole and demanded she come with him, she might have been able to shake her head, and toss him off. Instead, she rolled her eyes. Damn him to the seven levels of hell for attracting her. For not being an asshole. For being the focus of her as-yet-unreleased anger.

“Fine.” Even to her, the tone sounded ungracious. She softened her voice. He had, after all, tried to keep the asshat from whatever he’d thought he’d try to get away with. It was the thought that counted, even if she wasn’t totally defenseless.

“Just to be clear, I don’t need a knight in shining armor to rescue me. I can take care of myself. And…I’d like for you to take me around the club, thank you.”

“No you wouldn’t. But we’ll work on that.” He paused for just a moment before His smile deepened and a dimple appeared.  My gods, if he’d done that before, it would have slayed her. Damn. A dom with a dimple? She was cooked.

“Just for the record? I’m definitely not a knight in armor–shining or otherwise. Perhaps you’ll find that out for yourself sometime. And I appreciate a submissive who can keep herself safe. Doormats are rather boring.”

He strolled off without even attempting to take her arm and physically “guide” her. Which was another thing she might have expected. Damn, but he was busting up Dom stereotypes left and right. She might already be sunk. A deep breath and sigh followed that thought, and then she hurried to catch up with him.

Thanks Epiphora- ~ Reading Snark That Was So Good That I Cried…

….laughing that is.  This came into my email box the other day from my fellow blogger with a ‘tude, Epiphora. She is the sexpert on sex toys. Her reviews are honest, snarky, funny–and a great way to find out if a vibe is worth the money being asked (have you SEEN how much some of those vibes are going for these days? OMFG…$200 for a vibe? Uhm. No. Not for this poor chicka). I always read her reviews before I consider plunking down some of my hard earned cash for a vibe. Anyway, she posted her quarterly “snark digest” and it had this story as part of the round up: *click here*

Or perhaps I should say (in my best tv news anchor voice)  “this just in…….”

Read it with a box of tissues at hand–you WILL laugh that hard.

Thanks Epiphora!! You can find her blog here with a link to her “snark digest” (the above link is from Digest 12).

 

He Began…

…with the text “and don’t forget to bring the bag of Wolf’s special gifts to Me.”

*big gulp*

I texted back some innocuous “okay” type of thing, but inside? Quivers. The header you see there? (last day for that as I have new shoes to show ya’ll tomorrow) That’s the contents of The Bag. And they are scary in the hands of a fucking mean Master. Okay He’s not really mean in the bad sense. But He is a Sadist and He doesn’t go at all easy with these things. There is no warm up. There just is *WHAM*.

And the thought of it, of packing it and bringing it and laying it on the bed for Him…

Well dammit it made me so wet.

*stamps foot*

Why?

Why why why? Coz I’m a masochist? Because I’m fucked up? I dunno. Just the way I’m wired. But it did totally turn me on. I was a hot soggy mess all that day, and the next. Every time I looked at that text I got a little pop of “turn on”.  I’d try to not look at it, you know? Avoidance? Fear? Extreme excitement? But I’d always scroll back to read His order.

There is so much. So many pieces of this day. So many bits to linger over. The bruises, which I may or may not show. My tits are totally purple and pink and blue. He caned so wickedly. And I bruise so easily. I had bruises in the first 5 minutes of play. And just touching them, seeing them, running my hands over them, leaves me lost in memories.

I’m such a wicked girl.

And I like it.

The Reviewer

for sephani for the inspiration….*laughing*….~n~

She was stoked. At long last she’d gotten an email from the sex toy company, saying that they loved her blog, her traffic numbers….and would she be interested in being a reviewer?

OMG! Free sex toys?

She popped off the response form promptly. The reply came the next day that they would be sending her first demo item within the next two weeks.

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

The brown wrapped package was in her mailbox on Tuesday. She had just gotten back from the market, juggling grocery bags, a gallon of milk, and a bag of dog kibble under the other arm.

She recognized the return address as she made her way up the walk to her door, and managed to snag the envelope in her teeth as she went up the steps.

Inside, packages were quickly dropped and she tore into the envelope. A pair of nipple clamps. Hmmm. Hard looking beasts. Pretty in electric purple, but still, they looked….evil.

Her Master would be so pleased, she thought nervously. Somehow she’d thought that a dildo would be her first review.

*********

The purple pain tweezies were the most dynamic set of nipple clamps my Master and i have ever played with. They were easy for Him to manipulate, even with his big “man hands”…and they certainly didn’t come off with the first tug on their conjoined chain.

Nor the second.

Trust me, these suckers work!”

She sat back in her chair checking her work. Yes, under the word restriction, to the point, good.

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

Two weeks later, again on a Tuesday, her next package arrived. This one was bigger, and heavier. “Hmmmm,” she  mused, very curious.

The silver metal butt plug was hefty, large, and bigger than anything she’d had up her poop chute other than Master’s cock.  He’d made a rule that any future test products could not be tested without Him being there, so she had to wait to take it from the packaging until He came home from work.

He took her straight upstairs, even before eating dinner, and unwrapped the package with a mysterious look on his face. Half smile, half …something. He looked hungry, actually, and not for dinner.

He bade her to get onto all fours on their bed, and put her head on the mattress, ass in the air. She hated that, as it put her butt and pussy right at prime inspection point. His hands slipped across her cheeks,  poking and pinching. She sucked in  a breath when he slapped her, his big hand making a very loud noise in the quiet of the house. Her ass grew sore and rosy as he continued to spank her, and her pussy began to swell, and wet.

She felt the cold metal slip across her pussy. Jeebeezuz that was so fucking cold!

“masterplease!” she gasped as he rubbed around her clit with the chilled metal.

He just laughed.

And then slipped it away from her hot cunt, and began pressing it into her tight asshole.

“Don’t fight with the thing” he admonished, and she obediently began pushing out, feeling the plug slip inside her relaxed anal ring.

He pulled her to her feet and ordered her to change into her shortest skirt,  so he could see the plug in her ass as she moved around the house.

She blushingly complied.

“The Metallurgic Miracle anal plug is a beautiful accent to your toybox. It is heavy, but comfortable once inserted. The large handle prevents accidental “inward migration”, and aides in insertion and removal.

She sat back and looked at this review. How incomplete it seemed, not telling the audience how fucking full it made her, how owned she felt wearing it. How thrilling it was to be fucked while the darned thing was still buried deep in her asshole.

How amazingly intense her orgasms had become. Well, that part could be covered, at any rate.

“We have discovered that using the toy in conjunction with our lovemaking greatly enhances both of our sexual satisfaction…”

That at least gave the bare bones of it.

*******

On the third week, she wrote to her supervisor.

Dear Gail,

i have been loving the toys i am getting from your company, but regretfully, i can no longer work as a reviewer for you.

The last item you sent, the sex power pill? The instructions said that they would increase His ardour. His sex need. His ability to hang onto a hard-on.

They did not say that it didn’t wear off.

He’s fucked my pussy with his now super-sized dick, for several HOURS, while the plug you sent last month was in my ass, and the nipple clamps from the month before, fastened tightly on my tits.

I’m on orgasm overload. He fucks me every morning, creating pussy-waterfalls, He says, as he barrages my poor cunt, then, when i’m ready to die from so many orgasms, he takes my ass. When he gets home he drags me upstairs, and fucks me before dinner.

Do you understand how much more laundry this is, Gail? i have to change the bedding at least once a day, sometimes twice.

i am starting to wonder about rubber sheets.

He comes home from work at least twice a week for a “quickie” that lasts for no less than 2 hours, and last weekend we spent in bed.

The entire weekend, Gail.

I never thought i’d say this, Gail, but i’m exhausted from sex.

Yesterday i was washing the kitchen floor. He pulled down his pants and fucked me right there, Gail, hands and knees in the dirty water, hootching me across the floor as he drove his intensely hard cock into my pussy.

The instructions didn’t mention how much more cum, how incredibly much more cum  there would be, either. Needless to say, i had to wash the floor all over again.

How the fuck can i write a review about *that*?

Sincerely,

subgirl 99

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