The carpet is soft, but the back of my mind knows it won't seem so for long. The warmth of the space is comforting...for now. It almost seems cozy in this closet, with the clothes and boxes around the edges. I look up from the floor, and your smirking face in the doorway.
"You're sure about this?" I hear the tenderness in your voice. The desire not to hurt your toy, your lover, your friend.
I nod, but feel the doubts now that you opened the door to them. I feel a little silly, kneeling naked on the floor of the closet. "Yes sugar."
You hesitate another moment more, before leaning down and giving me a kiss. I kiss back, my manhood coming to life.
"Well ok then. I'll see you in 9 hours or so." You step backwards out of the closet, closing the door behind you, cutting off the light. I hear a soft click as you pop the lock into place, and I feel the delicious thrill of being trapped.
I know in just a short while I'll regret this, the isolation, the lost hours. I'll wish I had avoided the discomfort, the boredom, the frustration. But for now, it's a damn good thing my hands are tied behind me...or I'd be breaking the rules, playing with myself.
---Him
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Monday, August 13, 2007
Meeting in the country
So we decided to meet between where we live from each other, in a small town community, to see a movie together and spend some time with each other after I had been out of the area for the past 3 days and had NO outside communication. Apparently he had been going crazy not being able to contact me, and I returned to find a good 2 handfuls of emails from him telling me how much he missed me and how he was annoyed he couldn't even tell me the smallest thing, like that he'd gotten a haircut. How flattering :)
I'm finding it more and more confusing, mentally, trying to figure out what exactly I want most of the time. I'm finding more and more that I really am a switch. Sometimes I'm wanting to jump him on the spot, tie him down and have my way with him. But then other times I just want him to hold me down, kiss me forcefully and just have his fun with me.
-Yes, I do admit to having a rape fantasy... but what woman doesn't?-
During the movie I decided I'd tease and torture him a little bit. There was only one couple in there besides us and I thought it would be really fun to have a wriggling, squirmy boy in the seat next to me. So I made sure to tickle his sides, his belly, his underarms, and I even reached a hand up his shorts to tickle his privates that he was silly enough to leave sans underwear. And he wanted to do that for the thrill of having no underwear. I gave him his thrill. Even afterwards, when we were just hanging out in my car, I had my fun tickling him and teasing him. From licking and kissing his neck to licking and sucking and breathing gently into his ear, he and I worked ourselves up to the point we were considering finding a secluded area. But we thought better of it and just left the teasing to what it was.
As fun as it was having the upper hand in the whole teasing thing... I had the strongest desire for him to take me into the back seat - leave all clothes on - lay on top of me, make out with me, grope and squeeze and tease my breasts, play with my oh-so-sensitive neck, wrap his strong, manly hand around my throat and squeeze as he kisses me. I really do get amazingly turned on when he starts choking me. Unfortunately this didn't play out - I wasn't surprised, considering the circumstances - but I still have the fantasy, and someday it will come true!
-Her
I'm finding it more and more confusing, mentally, trying to figure out what exactly I want most of the time. I'm finding more and more that I really am a switch. Sometimes I'm wanting to jump him on the spot, tie him down and have my way with him. But then other times I just want him to hold me down, kiss me forcefully and just have his fun with me.
-Yes, I do admit to having a rape fantasy... but what woman doesn't?-
During the movie I decided I'd tease and torture him a little bit. There was only one couple in there besides us and I thought it would be really fun to have a wriggling, squirmy boy in the seat next to me. So I made sure to tickle his sides, his belly, his underarms, and I even reached a hand up his shorts to tickle his privates that he was silly enough to leave sans underwear. And he wanted to do that for the thrill of having no underwear. I gave him his thrill. Even afterwards, when we were just hanging out in my car, I had my fun tickling him and teasing him. From licking and kissing his neck to licking and sucking and breathing gently into his ear, he and I worked ourselves up to the point we were considering finding a secluded area. But we thought better of it and just left the teasing to what it was.
As fun as it was having the upper hand in the whole teasing thing... I had the strongest desire for him to take me into the back seat - leave all clothes on - lay on top of me, make out with me, grope and squeeze and tease my breasts, play with my oh-so-sensitive neck, wrap his strong, manly hand around my throat and squeeze as he kisses me. I really do get amazingly turned on when he starts choking me. Unfortunately this didn't play out - I wasn't surprised, considering the circumstances - but I still have the fantasy, and someday it will come true!
-Her
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Another Story
I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.
"The Turnover"
I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.
I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.
I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).
"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"
"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.
Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."
I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."
Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.
As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.
I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."
I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.
"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."
She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.
***
I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.
"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."
"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.
"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."
I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."
I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"
She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."
I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"
Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."
"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.
"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."
---Him
"The Turnover"
I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.
I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.
I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).
"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"
"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.
Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."
I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."
Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.
As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.
I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."
I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.
"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."
She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.
***
I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.
"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."
"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.
"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."
I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."
I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"
She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."
I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"
Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."
"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.
"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."
---Him
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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