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The Office Boss. 3
Posted:Jan 2, 2020 8:48 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2020 12:15 am
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See's the internal messenger pop up a notification. Knowing having only minutes to respond otherwise trouble later, out of work.

Looking at work on screen, looking around. Sighing, knowing internally no choice but have to respond. Standing, making excuses for absence. Straightening clothes without thought as wanting to always present as best. No idea what will be required, knowing HAS to comply as the internal demand accepts no other option.

Walks the corridor, eyes checking on who is about and where. Excited, aroused, feeling natures lubrication at her core. Makes the place in time, enters, immediately turns locks door.

Hands on her. Zip of dress pulled totally down and told to step out. Then remove her bra. Totally naked in the office. For Him, shivering in the fear of capture, the chill of air and the excitement. Nipples hard, aching. Cunt hot, wet.

The sounds of SMACKS on flesh would carry. Instead feels the intense sharp pain of teeth on breasts meat. Bite after marking bite. On top, sides underneath. Feeling them being lifted and manipulated so he can place His mouth and teeth and mark as He wishes. Each one forces a soft groan.....the combined impact setting her breasts enflamed. Nail type grip on nipples, brings her knees to almost give way before Him. Staggering to stand. A hand on wet core. Fingers using as He wishes. An order . CUM. Releases on command a flood splattering thighs and carpet.

Held trembling within His arms. Wrapped within their cocoon till her shivering calms. A soft kiss. Being told to dress. Hide away the marks from sight, yet to feel them the rest of day as meet and work with others. Knowing tonight there will be more marks, to be taken for Him. Her hunger as ever not at rest, whilst He has need.

Covered, respectable. A final embrace and slips from room. Each step strong enough to feel the vibration within bra. Feels each and every delicious hurt He gave. Returns to desk, activates screen.

Sighs and back to being The Office Boss
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The Office Boss. 2
Posted:Jan 1, 2020 7:10 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2020 8:42 am
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Having got the coded message say where meet for a short time over lunch. Leaving the Office, The Boss.

Walking to the meet, knowing about to become His again. His totally. That here at work, as everywhere, she is His. The need for the secrecy thrilling her, frightening her, arousing her deeply.

Arriving, checking, slipping in, seeing He is there. Locking door, looking to Him silently for orders, never knowing what He will require of her.

Told to lift skirt up to waist. Doing so, holding herself naked available from waist down, commando as ever.

Cunt being squashed, lips tight closed. A row of Binder clips placed deep to keep it clamped shut. Trying to keep silent as knows the risk of noise. Short gasps as clips applied. Feeling the bodies reaction to the pain and the placement.

Told to turn and lean against wall. Doing so, pulled back further, having to lean and put weight on arms. Legs parted. The butt plug removed and almost immediately replaced with His hard cock. Taking His cock through her anus. leaning against wall, bra bound chest swinging with His thrust and hard anal use. Cunt clamped. Used till he cumms inside ass.

Told to stay still as he softens inside. Told to grip. Tightening to obey. Feeling the warmth as He releases a post cum stream of piss to add to the cum in bowel. A long stretching, filling warm piss. Knowing to work hard when he withdraws, not to spill a bit. The butt plug replaced.

The AGONY of the binder clips release, each one in turn. Trying to stifle the noise to minimalist grunts and hisssssess.

The softness of His lips and tongue as they caress the red pained marks left behind. Suckling gently.

Moved to kneel and clean His cock so he can tuck it back away.

Helped to stand. Skirt down. A huggg and a kiss. Instructions to not release enema till been back at desk for at least 15 minutes.

Unlocking door, leaving. Walking back to Office and work colleagues. The Boss, filled with his cum and piss and marked by clips and lips.

Sits, returns to work, His total slut. The Boss
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The Office Boss. 1
Posted:Jan 1, 2020 7:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:4 am
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Each trip arranged secret meet, walking, knowing, you are going from the Office Boss a kneeling submissive slut.

Will be presenting cunt Sir, for inspection fondling and maybe more balm. Be kneeling on the restroom floor Him. Looking up as he grips your head in hard firm hands.

Holds it tight as he ravishes with His cock, the mouth hole you so willingly offer up for his use. Feeling His cock push, slip, slide, again and again down your throat till he cums.

Then standing up, adjusting hair and makeup, clothes. Walking back into office once more the Boss, yet, inside knowing what and who she is.

Throat still sore from His latest gift to her. Looking forward to her next visit. Cunt, thighs and ass burning from the fresh applied Tiger Balm.

The Office Boss and His submissive slut, together.
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Rivendell-The Homley House
Posted:Dec 21, 2019 5:13 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2019 10:35 am
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For those interested I now have my own room in alt. Called surprisingly enough, the in the title. Yes with the spelling error. Made the mistake when setting it up. Believe you do not want go Editing room details once created as this normally leads tech issues wit alt!

Room Description:

A perfect House whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be here is a cure for weariness, fear and sadness. The only evil here is that which people bring with them.
This is a place of peace for Aall. There will be No Drama, No Trolling. This is for those want a refuge from the Hypocrites and Game Players. want to merge, mingle and marvel at the differences within this world ,to take part, learn, discuss and . Scening is encouraged but NOT required. If there is a scene taking place, respect those involved not commenting into or of the scene. The word NO is final and to be totally respected at all times, even if phrased more diplomatically (CNC allowed but obviously pre agreed and stated). ANY breach of this is immediate ban
Though referencing the original Rivendell this is not set in a Lord of Rings world, its our own real world.
You enter into a comfortable homely chamber. There are comfy chairs, big enough for , couches and even chaise lounges for those wish recline, each with a side table. For those prefer be closer floor there are cushions, pillow piles and padded kneeling mats. A large fireplace dominates one wall, with anchor points on mantle and floor, nearby another fireplace called the Fem’s Fire, for our ladies have own space, if they wish have it. Smaller tucked away nooks and corners with individual fire boxes, for those just want sit at ease in peace, or prefer not be at the centre of focus.
The floor is wooden, with scattered rugs and comfy furs around for use, always spotlessly clean and fluffy. Broad windows on the other sides show views across Mountains,; The rocky shore with a small sandy inlet; and finally Ancient deep woods. Of course a fully stocked bar/kitchen area is built into one corner, nearby cabinets holding warm towels and wash clothes with linen baskets to be used for laundry. The old beam rafters provide our roof and also house deep set anchor points.
An area to the east has a low, broad stage with lighting. A control panel gives access to a variety of equipment which has been built in, under the stage. A St Andrew's and traditional crosses, whipping posts, suspension poles, stocks, spanking/paddling benches, sectional table just some of the items. Above from the rafters a pulley/hoist system and inset moveable floor winches. Alongside wooden cabinets for members to store their own equipment securely and safely and a storage area for mid sized mobile toys like sybian's.
A door on the west leads into a Bathroom complex, Tiled floor and walls in black and deep green, red sunken niches hold plants and scented candles. Sectioned off areas enable there to be a sunken bath, with room for more than one. A shower with sprays which can be set as all body, overhead or a combination and again nice and roomy. A large sauna and steam cabins, whilst for those want a 360 degree view a mirrored dressing section is tucked on one side. A side door leads to a balcony with panoramic views of the surrounding countryside, and in middle a steaming, bubbling, tub, with some chairs and a sturdy wooden clothes rac Long firm trunk, solid roots at top for hangers.

If you would ever like to join there, you would be welcome.

A link the room is here: Rivendell-The Homley House . This should say Rivendell-The Homley House. If it does not, please do not use, search on Community.Groups instead. It keeps changing for some reason a link a Group called West Bengal
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chp 7 (Final)
Posted:Nov 21, 2019 1:20 pm
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2020 1:49 am
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Written for persons and people who will know. I hope you have enjoyed this story. However you might read your part in it.

Chapter 7 (Final)

She lay in his arms , slowly recovering from that place that holds the cocooned embrace. Free to float amongst a cloud of comfort; peace ; completeness.

Rising from the trenched, deepest depths, not feeling, but sensing the presence, around her. Knowing, instinctively, was safe, secure and protected, could relax again and try to surf that bit longer, was so nice there, drifting that edge, even knowing it was fading.

Senses returning, becoming fuzzily aware of the sights and sounds around. The stage lights now down.

Calls and cheers, the sounds of sex, moans and groans, sighs and slaps. People crowding but not moving onto the stage, some fully naked, others part, men, women, some applauding, others pleasuring them then stopping to check towards her.

She looked up, too confused to take in what she was seeing. Breathing coming fast, concerned. Body, being close, comforted her, Hand soothing brow gently, words *It’s ok girl you are safe, that smile, They are applauding you. Confusion written across her brow and face.

*Look. Soft but an Order.

Gently moving her head, so her eyes left the focus they had immediately been drawn to, and held. To see a wall mounted screen. Eyes roaming now, sees many screens around the room. All showing some scene, two people, Oh MY GOD IT WAS THEM…

She had not known that all around the stage there were cameras to give, Them, an almost 360deg view of what was going on, they could be zoomed into the every inch of any and every single, part., Nothing missed, with wider angle shots, with edits, cut shots, montage. No sound, just vision.

Sound, came from vocal clips running in background, some repeated..some in sequence..the sounds of what, done, in reaction to what; primal sounds; sexual sounds; commanding sounds, response sounds. Totally separated from the visual. The stage was sound mic’d as well.

Eyes flicked, saw drool, slow motion splash forced, from her mouth as cheeks imploded on His cock thrusting in full speed to a fixed head, using her mouth as a fuck hole; A montage of her face in close up when the anal hook was being inserted and tied to hair; a view of spreading ass wide and pushing the bulb in...every almost pore and part open to all; gaped open ball; the pleasure on face, as cunt squirted again hard across the stage, already well puddled, the end of the spray, slow motion hitting your thighs and cock, as you rocked me on it, me with the motion, set off your cropping.

Nothing hidden, every single part of our sharing was there, being watched many as they played, the rest surrounding them, playing and applauding.

In that moment of awareness she changed forever:

Her soul opened, embraced. It was no longer “her”, alone

Theirs, yes had been, but, “her” giving “her” to them.

She became one within the ONE of Them; Their One; A positive a negative, multi pinned socket, perfectly combined, to make their own circuit; a circuit powered only them, and the connection between them.

Only ever; of THEM

Her face went from frown, to smile, to beam. Confidence and comfort soared. Looking into those eyes and KNEW she was not alone, never would be alone, as their circuit, with eyes connected again went to that powerful, raging, flooding torrent, no seams, no barriers, just full on power surging through. Just there, in arms, eyes fixed.

Body exploding in only release it knows. Head thrown back, body shaking, eye rolling, exhausting, orgasm. Contained within the strength of the hold. The intensity and depth not fully, this time for all to see, only what THEY, not They, could now feel.

No longer having to debate that old, old topic, sub or slave.

Just The/the one; in Their ONE

Opening eyes after the spasms passed, seeing the total comprehension and connection, a sealing kiss of total understanding. tingled lips.

Helped to stand alongside, wrapped against and with arms, as well as souls, as entwined.

To Share and fully savour, open to, and yes now, GLORY in. The applause;

to be the new her;

:who was in fact not new, but just another layer pulled away. “We are all onions, said the Donkey”

If anyone is interested. I will put togethers a short Authors blog about this story, about its characters and their inspirations.

Suffice to say this is a Story. No one individual is any one character.
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chpt 6
Posted:Nov 21, 2019 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:4 am
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CHAPTER 6

Written for persons and people who will know. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. However you might read your part in it.

Four suns fuse into fission. Feeding their fusion, each giving and taking, drawing and replenishing. Their heat driving outwards to focus Them. Though actions continue, attention is magnetically drawn both back to them, and the screens around.

Croaked, from action and need, voiced against lips. *Take me back please. I need to fly for Uus once more. Please, fly me again, hold nothing back. Let us soar together.

Nodding. Pressing lips, hard to her soiled lips. Holding head wrapped within arms and chest. *We fly. Breathed into her.

Lifting a leg to act as a support in the small of her back. Lowering arching her over it. Taking up the control, tightening the cables so limbs, once more, extended and spread. Feeling her tense over His leg. Stopping them at just holding, not stretching.

Pulling HIs bag close, takes out the hair clamp. Soothing and combing her hair with His fingers. Smiles to each, the action so well known from intimate snuggled times, shared. Then collects into a long tail. Using the clamp to capture the width of strands into its broad, toothed grip. Slide up with a clear, click, locking it in place. Unable to be moved now except it’s release, or the roots of the hair, leaving the scalp.

Delves into bag once more. Brings out the large bulbed anal hook, a tube of lotion. Attaches the adjustable cable from the hook to the hair clamp, shortens it to the length He needs. Runs the lotion all across the bulb, smearing it and its curving stalk. Then using the same fingers, runs them around and around her asshole , before pushing two fingers in through the whorled sphincter. Stretching, circling, pressing, working them to loosen her and lotion her.

Pulls her back the hair grip, dragging the head across the damp wood. Lifting knee higher to give more space, arching her further, till bulb is positioned.

Circling around Pressing.

Brow smeared on the stage. Head and spine arched up, neck still compressed, the smear of the lotion feeling sticky around my ass.

Eyes fly wide. Not having seen what was intended. Feeling the size of what was having to be opened to, to take through and into ass. As it circled, smearing the stickiness around. Pressing, Pushing, Circling, Incessant. Trying to relax, open, accept, not wanting to tear, will be so close. Mouth opens in cry. Hardly fed air, deflating her, expelled as a garbled *SCHREECH, as she stretches, opens, feels the solid, heavy bulb slide beyond the sphincter. Now totally filling her bowel, hole clenched around the curve. Some rational, well hidden, reserve of awareness flashes the knowledge that it is an anal hook. Another emission of sound.

The deep, resonant groan from a body which adores the moment. As pushed further in, making sure the hook is deeply, well set.

Panting, eyes closed, trying to breath, trying to accept and wrap this within. Not fighting it, wanting it, needing this extreme invasion. Joints almost pop as suddenly becoming taut. Stretched again and lifted.

Head falling back, sagging in the binds. Hook deep in bowel, strangely warming as well as straining. Eyes again aware. That flash of knowledge. The lotion was laced with fresh ground root ginger. With awareness comes the fire. Bowels aflame, asshole aflame, unable to do anything but endure, absorb, the pleasure of opening to it encompassing. Body fights, spirit expands.

Writhing once more on chains, bucking. Buck head up, hair is yanked, hook digs in.

Trying not to, fighting, losing. Deliberately bucking up, driving down, up, down. Using the motion to fuck my own ass with the burning bulb and the yank of my hair. Striving for the rhythm that gives the most pain. Finding it, slaking the drought since it’s last visit. Always absorbing, always wanting. Gulping it, breathing it, up, down, up, down. Up, hair yank, ass deep max, Down press, momentum, swing back, Hard, YES.

And then the first landed.

Watching waiting for her reaction. As she starts her swings. Watching as she goes so quickly from writhe to . So aroused, Strips off shoes socks and pants. All the time watching her timed swing and scream, each one a fuck up her own ass. Reaming ass so hard.
Standing hard, naked, passion fixed on her. Needing to join. Taking up the crop from the back of the pneumatic post. Flexing wrists, checking the spring, setting the broad leather tongue flapping.

Moves between legs. Arm out to judge range, adjusts. Eyes on cunt, thighs, mound and clit. His targets. Using arm as well as wrist. The first.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Six blows. Leather tongue, hard full, impacts, mound, clit mound, lips clit, left thigh, right thigh, lips clit, lips clit

Lost in own pain pleasure, and then.

Boosted to levels never perceived of before. The pain on still tender fresh cupped clit, puffed soaked cunt, scoured mound and thighs, beyond exquisite. Writhing in rapture.

Hand on rigid marbled cock, stroking hard and long. His bulb swollen and glistening. A twine of pre tumbling down. Other hand, arm swinging even harder, to bruise mark.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Core reddened to purple, a cauldron of heat. Moving back, around to stand over tits. On tits, under, on, centre, sides, between, edges, nipples.back to cunt from new angle

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Hand flying up and down cock as she fucks herself. Screams incessant, of complete pleasure with the pain, at the pain, enjoined as one with the pain.

Drops the crop, grabs the controller and lowers to His waist height. Walking to head. Driving cock into the screaming mouth. , through the screams and moans, till all heard is a gargled choke. Pulling out, walking around as drool drips from cock and mouth. Between legs. Hands hard on hips. Pulls back against the chains to drive onto HIs cock, pushing back, pulling on. Swinging to fuck the cock. Totally controlling the speed, the depth, the rhythm. Head back, spine arched, ROARING, using this girl, My one to fuck Myself with. Hands off hips grabbing a tit in each, using them to keep the pace I want. Growlling..bucking. Eyes dark in her dark. Neck bent, looking at Me. Jerking head to pull hair and drive hook into ass. Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk as I drive the hole onto Me. Collecting spittle, sending it at her. Watching as she licks it off her lips and face, a snarled smile, then head back, oblivion. Drive back up as hard as can. Eye to eye again, watching them deepen.

So entwined, total pin connected. No restriction of full current between them. The surge sending both over the edge. exploding inside, driven deep onto cervix. Cunt, clamping, locking. Striving to reach each others faces but body mass in between. Snarling, spitting , humping. Nails scoring down skin, eyes follow each and every trail, licking lips. Cunt spasming, hook almost pushed from ass, head finally throws back, Gaping her wide. Still His pumping. The stench of total sex striding around them. Bodies lost, hearing lost, though sound there. No sense of sound but sounds, no brain to translate.

Collapsing down onto her. Lost, held only heavy trembling legs, and the counter she solidly supplies.

Almost total silence. Just the breathing of the Two. Their soft moans and quiet groans, amplified, around the rest of the silence.

Stilled, as they were stilled. Rocking lightly in her chains with weight upon her. Not a sound of complaint.

Then Witnesses erupt. Not in parody. In praise.

Their own acts homage to what they have shared. , sucking, jerking, slapping, groups, singles, and and every mix. Doms, subs, slaves. Each as whim and fortune and agreement occurs.

Hardly seeing His recovery and dropping the posts down. Ignoring all else around Him. The slow walked, release of ankles and wrists, dropping to crouch to release them, not trusting balance to bend. The easing out of hook, removal of hair clamp. A body once more free from all restraint and torture. Just comfort, understanding, care. The collection from side of another bag. Her being wiped down with cloths soaked in aloe and arnica. Drawn up, to be within His arms and legs. A large soft blanket wrapped around them. Water nearby for when she was ready,

Their show was really over.

The salutations and respect, the quick checks of care and consideration did not cease.
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chap 5
Posted:Nov 21, 2019 8:09 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 7:4 am
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CHAPTER 5.

Written for persons and people who will know. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. However you might read your part in it:

For those who wish to know. Just 2 maybe 3 more chapters, till end

Face stinging. Fluid, everywhere, arms, legs, back, ass, every hole, nostrils, mouth, cunt, even ass, sweating, flowing, leaking.

Spots and stains, spreading and merging to create slowly creeping darkness, over the spot lit, light wood. Starting beneath head and crotch, reaching out to the others. Slowly stretching, merging, spreading, though some still to join as extra supplies added. Giving witness. To her stretched body above.

Pulling and writhing against her bounds. Flails now on, over such scoured skin within their range and reach. The tits, mound, thighs, pressed cunt lips, pulled tight the cupping.

Within them, constant ache and burn of the trapped flesh, the nerve bundles of clit and nipples, numbed yet hyper-sensitised against their unyielding confinement. Bound breasts throbbing, each pulse sent, flowing through her, from hard, sprinting heart. Breath rasping, voice dying.Head hanging. Body burning in her heat.

Becoming the glowing rose gold ember swirled with dark magmatic scarlets. On the cusp of being blown into flame.

Palm still stinging from the slaps, he had had to administer, to bring her back, to stop her orgasm. Chest rising and falling deeply as he worked to control His arousal, His hunger, forged her. Not letting the beast within have rein, over either HIm or through him, her. She was His to protect and care for.

The beast is only loosed within the confines of the safety and security He creates, only then at an end, if at all. Rewarding its compliance allowing it to peek and surface surf, as He gives what she needs and craves. her enabling Him, to express who and how He was. The two halves joined to make a single whole.

Hand on dial till she reaches His shoulder height. Easy for Him to reach across and under all.

Moves, twisting the cup release valves. The immediate release of their tumescent prey. Lifting them, with their flails off her, turning to place well away.
Leaving engorged nipples and clit, like weenies stuck in a soft puffed mash. Absorbing her cries as each exposed to the air, the loss of the capture making each area flare the ember.

Moving around, starts to hard pinch using both hands. Thumbs and forefingers capturing skin to squeeze and press. Ass cheeks, thighs, palms, soles of feet, calves, stomach, face, throat, back, hands, inside elbows, biceps.

Rapid hard pinches working up and down her stretched, suspended form. The jerks and shivers, reddened, purple pinches. Responses making her shiver and shake, roll and quiver, against the restraints. Her cries and groans descends to a whimper, then a hissss, finally a long slow rolling moan.

Moving always around, always random. Inner thigh, ass crease, stomach, armpit, web of toe, neck, armpit, face cheek, throat, ribs. Her thrashing slows and stops, hanging almost still. Only places not visited pinching fingers, her engorged elements. Pausing, bending, lifts a closed lid to see the white glaze of uprolled eyeball, the other the same.

Checks her breathing, sees the steady rise and fall of chest. Knowing she is lost within her self spun cocoon. The threads and materials He creates taken up. Used her to build her place of peace and encompassing surfeit,

Smiling softly, walks between legs. Runs His tongue up first right, then left, strained, rasped, inner thigh and crease. Moving from side to side, long slow broad tongue licks. Through it, can sense the shivers of response. Sucking in the labia, catch softly in teeth, pulling back to stretch and tug, pulling left and right, left and right. Teeth down to base and grazing teeth up along the tissue, two fingers deep into her cunt hole. Teeth chewing softly, then firmly, on the swelled labial tips. Fingers slipping so easily inside the soaked tube, the feeblest resistance or grip, more a reactive spasm. Swapping hands, two fingers in and out. Her hips starting to buck. A Loud Gasp from her.

Moving to beside her, head suckles her weenie clit into His warm mouth, wet fingers reach for and roll on her weenie nipples.

Head shooting up, eyes fully round, as He suckles and rolls. Tongue soft, wrapping, licking, suckling on that nova point. Slick fingers rubbing tips, stroking sides..gently rolling and rubbing. The softness heightening the sensation, lubed her own cunt juice, over and around them and down them and across them.

Her cry. *PPPPPPLLLLEASSSEEEEEEE..looking down her body, into eyes, His head angled so only focused on her face and her signals.

He breaks to say a single word. Loud and clear *YES.

Eyes lock, head drops like a rock. He returns lips and catches clit in teeth, sucks on it hard, tongue again flicking, licking. Grips nipples tighter, squeezing hard as He rolls. Knowing what was about to happen.

The added impetus of his mouth and fingers, blew the ember into inferno. Shattering her shell.

Erupting into an orgasm of such depth and intensity that left her sense and reason so far behind, no understanding of ever having had them. Rolls of release compete with body wracks of pleasure. Muscles signalled a brain in chaos, told at once to tense and flex, havoc attempting both at once .

A rag doll in harness, the chains rattling, swaying, swinging, as body throes. Fountain of ejected from cunt, eject squirts and sprays. Once, twice, three times, a fourth. The tip of squirt reaching beyond her wide stretched feet. Noises, torn and ripped from within. The scream, so full and uncontrolled, felt, for long seconds, unending, it’s hanging presence held in the air; half formed words, deep guttural, low slut talk; the grunts of pure animalistic soul, finding rare voice and form. The scent of , mixed with sweat and sex. The squirts becoming a stream, slowly, draining to a drought stream trickle running from cunt hole to drip from ass.

Lips and teeth anchored to her body, not letting the sensations fall. Fingers move to quick release knots on breast bindings, rapidly unwinding, letting the blood flood back into the tenderised tissue. Cry of pure agony, slides from her, the sound of sobbing tears.

Moving up her body to suckle first one, then the other still swollen nipple bud. Fingers between legs, thumb pressed into ass, four fingers coned together, slap her cunt, entering, taking, using whilst totally helpless to resist. A lift of mouth, a single firm command

*AGAIN

Her soul responds where mind cannot. Once more her body wracks and shakes, fluids fly, to this time only spray her thighs and drip from the plugging, pumping fingers and wrist.

Drained in emotion, dried of , sinks to that already welcomed oblivion.

Moving from her. Takes up the control, drops the posts. Going down with her, capturing, supporting. The chains slacken. Kneeling on the stained and soaked floor, gathering her into Him.

Cradling head in arms, leans down, slowly licks the trails of tears, gently placing a kiss on each fluttering lid. Holding her against Him, not caring of her state, supporting as she floats, anchoring her. Knows He is the beacon back to reality.

Waits, smiling at her, brushing hair from cheeks and brow, from wherever slickly stuck. Placing lips softly to hers, to feel her gentle breath, share it, caressing them with His, the faintest, from far away ,response. The tiniest touch of tightening, a deeper exhale into Him.

Holding amongst the silence of the Witnesses.

They, certain that they have yet to see the final act, captured, enraptured the two of them.

As involved, engaged as them. Crops of hardened cocks, like standing green corn. Wet acres of weeping sex. Hands stroking, eyes flickering to those near, checking that arousals states are matched. Hands reach out, are reached for. Placed, to feel and rub, slip in and under, onto. Heads pulled down, zippers unfastened, buttons unlocked, the rustle of material moved and bunched, like the sound of dragging feet through wet leaves. Needing some form of release, any from the slopes of erotic sensuality they have been taken to. Soft suppressed grunts, moans, the lowest sounds of hands slapping to necks, heads, thighs being pressed. The combined mixed choir, blending, to make their musical accompaniment, to the Witness they make.

Eyes slowly fluttering, feeling the warmth and security of him around her. Mind full of clouds, striving to stay, till remember He is there, waiting for her. The need to be with him surpassing any other desire or response to stay. Raising back to senses to rejoin Him..

Eyes as warm, comforting, as at any time she had ever seen them. Pride shining, like blazing orbs, yet, still the whorls of lust and desire infused. Knowing He had yet to find His release in her. Their time, this night was not yet over…..
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chap4
Posted:Nov 20, 2019 12:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 7:12 am
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Chapter 4.

Written for persons and people who will know. I hope you continue enjoy this story. However you might read your part it.

Raising the posts till her mouth is his waist height.

A convenient height for Him. Checking and adjusting as she saggs and pulls against the chains. Relaxing muscles the strain expense of others, tensing and pulling with arms, legs, back ass, thigh, stomach.

Watches as the metal flails move across her skin, breasts, cunt and mound, as she lifts and falls finding her acceptance point, her balance point, knowing they score and rasp and prick.

Walks to side stage, removes His jacket and places on the hanger waiting. Tie slipped from knot, becomes obvious of extra length, drapes it loose around His neck. Unbuttons shirt to just below mid chest, His body, heated, from her and what they are sharing, at all levels. Even whilst away, His mind on her, no thought of Those witnessing.

Picking up a bag, walks back, steps slowly beating towards her. Sees her head fallen back, eyes watching Him, though glazed. Her body still twitching in her suspension, but sagged. The scoring, itching, prickling, sucking, ache never ceasing.

Places bag by her, reaches in and takes a water bottle with a ’s nipple teat attached its end. Squats down her head level. Lifts and supports her neck and head. Eyes on her’s, noting the depth of glaze. Leans down caresses her dry lips with His wet tongue, circling them till moist. Leans back and slides the teat between her opened lips.

Says softly but clearly * You need to drink. Suck the bottle till at least half dry, do NOT let it fall.

Head back, limbs aching, having watched him walk away, leaving her suspended.. The pure emotions of the night already taken her to near sub state.

Sensations, draining into her reservoir of need, the void is always syren within. He has been the only One successfully her balm incessant for more than short spaces of times

Unable stop the body’s and nerves responses to the stimuli, twitching, shaking, shivering, aching, hurting, into her full sagged suspension. Each felt individually, no considered option but to be reacted to, each firing one off to multiple others. Never still, being surfeited with the pleasure of the multiple pains.

No way to encompass the entirety in any other way, her body accepts them, welcomes them, cramming them into every nook and cranny. All and each, taking her closer to the place of completeness, acceptance, fulfilment. Not yet within reach, so closely within grasp.

As he walked back towards her, in her upside down view, seeing eyes catch hers.
His movements sensed, like in an old flickering black and white cartoon, strangely synapsed.

He will see her condition and circumstance, she is His. The almost dissociated sensation of sound,

His footsteps, the sound of bag hitting floor.

A certainty, a hand behind head, a lift and support, a caress press of fingers on skull. Soft wet tongue, moisture and a tiny taste of Him. Dry lips being refreshed, flaring her thirst within. A voice which must be heard, listened to.

Gripping the bottle between lips and trembling teeth. Sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, time after time, squirting the cold, clear liquid deep into her mouth. Trying to swallow, trying to get the mouthful to rise against gravity, up her throat and into the screeching stomach. Realising must rise. Arching neck, back and shoulders, pushing back against the chains, gripping teat with teeth. Pulling head upright, front curved. Flails over tits and ribs and cleavage, clingingly shimmer and shake in the lights, burnishing already reddened skin. She swallows, feels the water drop onto the desert inside

Hold as long as possible head up.

Holds the stance, muscles, back trembling. Sucks. Draws the water through the teat, squirt by squirt, desperately swallows, almost choking, trying to get so much water down throat at once. Clenching the bottle in teeth before her cough convulsions, shake it from grip.

Gritting teeth, holding on, fighting not to gasp at the added pain her moves make. Having to feel them, ride them, rather than float with them. Needing the water, having to keep focus not to drop the bottle. Not to break orders. Still more than half full. Having to relax, recover, strain, lift, position bottle with lips and teeth to be able to hollow cheeks, suck, squirt, gulp, endure. Three more times before the bottle half empty. Not enough fluid to fill but enough to make through. Lies back in chains, bottle dangling from teeth clenched teat.

Feeling her tits gripped in strong fingers and hands, roughly moved and positioned as the coils of a bind, wrapping tight around them, three coils, four coils, tightly meeting, not overlapping from the base upwards, deep into the flesh of each one.
As they placed knuckles nock and fingers flicks on cups.

An involuntary Gggrroooooaannn of pleasure flies from her mouth. A wash of juices evacuates cunt, as it involuntary spasms. Even to her, an audible splash on the wooden floor as it strikes and the remains drip from her lips and thighs. Not an orgasm, just an intense pussy spasm. Shaking her hips, making the cupped clit throb and burst to fire, like a lookouts warning beacon of invasion. The pins dragged across labial and pussy lips making her bite lip hard at other end, so tenderised. The stretched muscle and skin of inner thighs, prickly wire wooled.

A hand once more supporting head and easing neck, lifting her slowly and gently upward. Eyes groggily open on His as he slips the bottle free from her teeth.

A smile, a caress of lips to lips, a squeeze on skull with fingers, showing His pleasure. Tearing off the plastic teat, presenting the bottles open neck for her to drink deep and in ease from. *Thats right drink, you must empty the bottle, no drips.

Mouth working hard, sealing, not letting a single drop escape, breathing through nose, swallowing it all down. Struggling finish the last few ounces, stomach water bloated.

Finishing, lips loosening, throat relaxing, a massive BELCHHHH as air escapes. Even under her already abused body she reddens in a flush of complete embarrassment, unable to cover mouth, hide in any way, skin shrinks. Only able to mutter an apology to Him * I am so sorry Sir, sorry I did not mean to do . His smile and a chuckle return, soft lips finds hers, assures her.

His hand softly lowers her, easing back her head, eyes closing, once again hanging alone in her chains, withdrawing into her space, ready, wanting to become replete with His offering. Sweat soaked, drool and cunt juice, stained and sticky. Stomach water filled.

The sound of a zip being rapidly opened, before can register fully, fingers open mouth only to be replaced by his hard bulge veined cock thrusting deep into her throat. Hands on sides of head, holding her still as he uses her mouth as a complete fuck hole.

Choking, throat filled again and again with hard, musked, aroused meat. Face meeting zipper, drool erupts, as it floods her mouth and throat like a sticky tsunami. Water rising from stomach in rebellion. Unable to swallow, force up or stop what comes down, throat blocked by his pumping shaft, ropes flowing, exploded from mouth, across cheekbones, over eyes and brow, dripping into hair. Eyes flying open, then closed, thrusts hard and deep, slip between stretched, thinned lips, teeth arched back to not graze, to be his hole, His mouth fuck toy. At once complete for Him, hardly feeling the slaps to cups on nipples and clit. Oblivious to the flails and what they do, her mind and soul with the cock whilst her body deals with the rest.

A sudden emptiness, drool flowing even more freely, no cock to drive it repeatedly down throat, choking. Rebellious water flowing freely now out and down. Rasping, chest heaving, tits, clit, cunt, thighs suddenly screams the attentions they had been denied. Her voice, thoughtless, desperate. Spit, watery bile spraying from lips to floor and face .

SIR MAY I ? PLEASE SIR I AM GOING , CAN’T STOP IT SIR, PLEASE.

First shock, then flaring sting.

Hard, open palmed slaps strike her cheeks. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right. Face turning, hard slaps, making the drool and water from mouth fly further, a scatter pattern either side of her head on stage floor appears with each one. Shocking her back from the edge she had reached. Eyes wide opened, aware, focused. Chest heaving, knowing how close had been.

His voice *You did well warn and ask. Well done.” Nothing more.

Then the sensation of being raised further into the air…...
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chap 3
Posted:Nov 19, 2019 3:59 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2019 6:55 am
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Written for person's and people who will know. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. However you might read your part in it.

CHAPTER THREE:

Seeing Him move behind her, changes her kneel. Closes her knees, keeping palms on knees, upward. Showing she gifts all those in front of her now, nothing of her, but respect.

She hears his voice, it’s very resonance sending goosebumps to bubble her skin, her throat suddenly dry, swallowing hard to wet it, knowing soon she must speak.

“Girl, What were the instructions I just gave you quietly?”

“Sir, to answers these questions, loudly, clearly, honestly with all my integrity,” Takes a breath. “That there is NO wrong answer, as long as the answer is all I have just said.”

Her voice, though soft, clear, carrying with utter conviction to all who listened.

The next question given to her:

“Are you here of your own free will?”

Another swallow, “Yes Sir, I have chosen, even asked, to be here”

His heart swells with pride at the calmness of her voice and completeness
of her answers.

“Girl, What do you offer to Me tonight?”

“Sir I offer to You,my all, my everything, Not just tonight, at all times and all places, whether with you or away from you, I offer you me, with complete and total abandonment of self, given into your hands. The hands I wish to always, to be on me, with me, by me

Even He is struck silent in the deep silence following her answer. Not expecting such complete and total public commitment and statement. All silent now, aware of the intensity of what is being privileged to see and be witness to.

He smiles, a soft chuckle to self, a shake of the head, should have known she would surprise Him, she so often did. Own deep breath to steady Himself. Reaches out and ruffles her hair with a hand.

“As ever girl you do not just make Me proud but also humbled by your obedience.” Goes on. “What do you ask from and of Me Tonight?” His tone fuller, softer, less clarion, more intimate.

Gulps,body again shivers at the answer she must give to hold to her integrity.

A screaming throbbing deep within her thighs and core, deeper, harder, pounding stronger through than her racing pulse. Straightens that touch more, shoulders back, determination, truth ringing out, nipples bud to fullness, breasts swell. A bead of sweat trickles down from pocket under throat to run between her breasts. Unseen, but she can feel the slightest movement of air, the lightest inflection, her awareness so hypersensitive.

“Sir, I ask you to work your own will and desires across me, without any reservation of concern for me. I ask you, beg you, hold nothing of you back from Me, I savour, desire, need, the pain you give me. I ask that you hurt and use any or all or any part or portion of me, to your total satisfaction. In this I ask, for you and for me.”

At her answer, a collective intake of breath. By All but her. An atmosphere arises and descends to swirl like a miasma amongst them. Knowing that complete commitment and evocation, a step has been taken, one from which must move forward.

All but her, hearing her own words spoken out loud and publically. Stating what was in her heart and soul. Had lived there comfortable, only occasionally allowing light to be shone, but now thrown open into the full light. She felt at peace, complete, all fear and concern fled. She had said it, meant it, was now going to savour the showing of it. She hungered to begin.

Collecting Himself from her statement. Moving into the silent vacuum before the miasma reached Him. Already deeply moved,and aroused, beyond almost measure.

“Girl, come here and lie down on back. Arms above head, wide spread, legs spread the same.”

Turning, crawling to where He points. Lying back on the wooden stage board. Eyes once more focused on His, seeing the warmth of care swirl with the heat of desire, mixing as lava lamp within His eyes.

Positioning limbs as He said. Relaxing into His attention. Body aflame without touch, cunt sopping, already, juice dripping free of lips and hole to run down over her ass and cheeks to start to stain the wood dark.

Squatting down beside her..lifts velvet bag..opens...draws out three broad based vacuum cups, shaping up into a narrow tubed top, strangely grooved on sides, a small bottle of lotion and a hand pump.

Wetting finger with the lotion, running it around the outside circumference of areolas, smiling into her face. Quickly placing a cup over each and attaching the pump. Drawing out the air from within, sealed by the lotion against her skin, drawing the cupped flesh inwards and upwards. Stretching it out. Left nipple and areola, then right. Drawing out air in each turn by turn till, cups meat filled and nipples stretched up tight into the tubes. Smiles at her, flicks each one with a finger hard to check properly set on her. Seeing the flinch then relax, the return of smile.

Looking down into her eyes. Seeing the sensations of stretching and soft sensitive skin bloating reach her. Knowing the slow action itch ingredient in the oil, will only be starting it’s work. Seeing eyes start to move already away and inwards.

Lowers head to kiss her lips softly and get a return kiss with soft smile from her. Bringing her back. Moving down spreading her cunt lips wide with fingers. Hearing her gasp as the cool air washes over her soaked dripping heat. Again applying the lotion and a cup right over her clit...pump attached..air sucked out..flesh and nerves stretched, clit up fully into tube, starting to engorge.

Collects a dripping finger of her juices on finger..lifts so she can watch Him suck it, tasting her, licking the finger clean. Then rustles in bag, draws out three heavy metal. Mop like covers. Each made up heavy metal strands, with tiny sharp points at ends. Not enough to break skin alone, but enfire, as moves, like a human scourer pad on the skin a mini metal flail. Slips and locks one to each cup, the strand lengths enough to spread about two inches around each one, adjusts them to lie flat on the trembling skin.

Breathing getting heavier, feels the cups and suction, she has had this before. Knows how it will draw and suck and ache without cease, the captured meat trying to break the vacuum. The nipples and clit becoming super sensitised. A glow breaking out across her body, collecting in small bobbles and tiny rivulets. Seeing HIm taste her cunt juice, licking finger clean of her, swallowing hard, throat dry..wanting a taste of her, Him,anything in her mouth.

Eyes widening at the cup covers, never had this before. Feeling the added weight, the scoring softly of skin even whilst moved only by tiny trembles. An itch starting to build around the cups seal, on nipples and clit, unable to touch, ease, distracting, adding to the drawing, pulling already aching parts.

Moves to a hand switch box, presses a button. Sections open on stage around her and 4 steel pneumatic posts rise.

On each, a metal chain running through a pulley into its depths, the other end, a broad padded cuff. Pressing the release key, draws each chain out and wraps cuff around ankles and wrists. Fastening, locking tight. Uses dial to draw in each chain till she is stretched totally taut. Pulled into a wide human cross. Using other dial to lift the posts equally, suspending her off the floor.

Moves eyes to see the posts by her feet rise. Her attachment at ankle and cuffs, excitement at the constriction. Eyes closing to again find core. Then opening wide as streetched so tight lifted, suspended into air..to hang by her limbs and the tautness of the chains. Trying to keep head up by neck muscles, as continues to rise, gives up head falling totally back. Spread wide open, unable to move..hair not even close to floor……….
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Written for a Sensual Pain Loving sub and Those who know them. Chap 2
Posted:Nov 18, 2019 10:34 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 7:11 am
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Written for person's and people who will know. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. However you might read your part in it.

Chapter 2.

her:

From her focus, hears a clap of applause, sharp in the eroticised atmosphere, repeated, immediately recognisable..

A slow, steady, firm resonating SMACK of palms, she knows them so well, has felt so intimately. Eyes still blinded lights, can hear the sound of steps approaching, through the expectant silence. Emotion held so tight floods, knowing she is now, not alone. Hearing His voiceless praise, flooded the full soul comfort even this gives. If only he knew? Totally content and filled with the absolute belief, that He does fully know.

Unable to stop it setting across her , a beacon of welcome for HIm. Eyes twinkling, even more, with the lights catching and cascading her every expression, for all to see. Not even the faintest possibility of keeping the stoic mask of calm and acceptance for future, a future which, even making her think of it for a second, body shudders in hunger and need for.

A voice is added * Bravo , you do Honour as always, respect to you.

His deep, British, cultured accent with a hint of something it.

A shiver, shudder of pleasure, wracking self, hearing the praise. Staying in stance, striving to give no further indication of the turmoil within. The relief, the ecstasy, of having launched alone, yet now so close, His with Him and He is pleased.

Hearing the final sounds as he takes the two stairs to the stage. Closes eyes, for a few seconds, unable to take the tension of what His will tell her, whether to continue, cease or conflagrate.

Hears His steps as He walks across. Leather soled shoes drumming the floor, a slow beat to His steady approach and cease in front of her.

Between Them and her, always her shield, her protector, yet tonight, His complete public, living toy. So hiddenly craved for so long, a final whispered admission, so recent, little wonder she could not totally control the tremors and shudders.

HIM:

Watching her stride on, strip, reveal. Heart in mouth, knowing just how damn hard this is for her.

From the moment she walked on, stopped and bared her breasts till the moment when she turns and bends, her cunt obviously weeping, thighs glisten, shown in the glare of the lights to everyone there, her total unambiguous arousal .

Such personal turned public. So aroused, so proud, honoured her delivery of the reveal, massively pleased for her, to have surmounted such barriers. As she slips into her kneel, walks slowly along aisle, hands then voice, giving praise, recognition and assurance.

Focused on her totally, those I walk through, just breathing dummies. Seeing her concentration break, transform into that , with her whole body and , that brightens and breaks His heart whenever it is not in immediate view.

The tiniest of outward shivers from her, trying to be repressed, certain of the conflagration inside.

Smiling back at her, like the Cheshire Cat who is about to lick a lot of cream. Knowing that until I am within the cone of light, she cannot see Me. My own whole body shudder, almost causing Me to break the rhythm of My walk, just managed to maintain.

Mounts the steps and walks into lights, dark tailor suited. Starched, white linen shirt, the jacket, showing in the cuffs and collar. Dark tie, double windsor knotted, edges sharp and clean, proportioned, leather shoes shining.

Eyes now fixed on her, maintaining the on My so can she see into My mind, fully display, share with her, both, My delight and flaming, barely repressed, dark desire.

Chuckles within, seeing her tight closed eyes, understanding the why, immediately. Steadily walking till stand in front of her, looking down at what has been totally gifted to Him as His and revealed so totally, beautifully, already tonight. Knowing His arousal, at all, so obviously outlined the cock shaped bulge in His tailored pants.

Together:

Leans down and runs the backs of fingers, softly against one soft cheek, then the other. Sensing the shudder, the break of pose enough to turn head slightly, to caress those fingers, fleetingly, with soft lips a flash of her heart breaking soul smile. Unseen Them behind. Then back to stance. His eyes flicker briefly with humour her transgression.

Slides hand slowly down throat, to encase fully, feeling the throb of the pulse through His palm. The swallow she has to make, like a moving bump His grip. Tightens and squeezes only enough for her to feel its totality, yet not constrict. Slides up more, tilting head fully back, stretching throat, compressing neck, hair a free falling waterfall. *Open your eyes …..Open your mouth.

Eyes fly open His orders, immediately seeing what she had heard in His voice. The answer she had been worried would not be, Continuation and Conflagration.

Mind and body now locked, totally on Him. Body vibrating as if a human tuning fork, struck to respond to the perfect pitch. Mouth opens wide, eyes totally trusting, giving, into his.

Keeping grip but moving aside, so They could see. Collects His spit, sending it in a spiralling stream from His mouth into hers, right down her opened throat, not finishing the stream till connected at both ends, holding a second or too, knowing it chokes. Then closes the stream off. Loudly stated so all can hear without doubt of the words….*Swallow…..waits to feel it his palm….once done …*you have had My water.

Bends lower, seals lips totally to hers, pinches nose firmly closed, breathes deep into her mouth, inflating her chest. Breaks kiss and pinch quickly after the breath delivered, totally aware of the panic she feels when nose constricted in a pinch ..*you have had My air..rings out across all.

Voice lowered pitched so only she could hear. *I am going to ask you some questions, out loud, I want your answers, out loud. You are Ordered to answer these questions with nothing, shakes throat a touch, nothing, but totally fully, honestly and with the complete integrity I know of you. You will NOT be punished however you answer. Is that understood?

Eyes blink at Him. still tasting His water, still filled with HIs breath. Knowing He wants more than eye talks, manages to croak out * yes Sir, the tiniest of nods, pressing her throat, harder into His palm, giving her to Him. Not knowing what will be asked out loud, knowing unable to give anything but total truth to him as she always has and does.

Losing grip on throat...walking around behind her, not touching her. Looks out through the lights to Them as They Watch and Listen, Judge and Evaluate. Not caring a jot for their views, those they cared for, who knew the two of them, knew the truth of them, that was enough.

Takes a Breath. No need of Microphone, His projection enough, Words resonating and ringing around the space they all are within……………..
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