Friday, February 27, 2009

The Dungeon

He undressed me slowly. So slowly that a small group of spectators started to form, one at a time in the darkened dungeon space. As each garment fell away, He held my eyes in HIS. Commanding me to think only of HIS eyes. Then I was totally unveiled, and HE blindfolded me. There were 5 people watching.

The handcuffs HE chose had fur lining. Such a beautiful contradiction, the warm leather straps and unyielding metal links and sweet comfort of rabbit fur against my skin.

I am lost in sensation.

HE begins to tie my handcuffs to the cross, and I am suddenly instinctively fighting HIM. Knowing what HE plans to do to me with my single-tail nemesis, raises the “Oh No You Don’t” response, and I am scratching, clawing, biting, kicking HIM. I untie one arm as HE ties the other. I pull HIS hair. I do not submit. I am a cat, a large fighting cat, my lips pulled back, my teeth exposed, I will kill this fucking HIM who attempts to subdue me. HE grabs my hair, and pulls my head back, way back.

I am feeling very Dangerous.

HE strikes me. Intensely. Hard. No gentle wakening of my skin. No first loving caresses. No fucking ostrich feathers. Just the single tail and the red welt on my back.

It feels as though my skin has been suddenly slashed. I must be bleeding. I feel blood running down my shoulder. I ‘see’ blood dripping down my back.

I breathe into the burn of it. And in that millisecond, my body relaxes. Responds. Opens. Opens to the not-caring if i am bleeding, or if i am not. Opens to the trust of HIS whip. To the surrender of what is. Another lash, and i am suddenly writhing in the Pleasure of the re-programmed sensation.

No Longer Dangerous; i am only Pleasure. Eager for the next whip stroke. HE caresses me with HIS hands and i moan with frustration. i long for the sting the burn the fire.

Whack, my right shoulder. Whack, my left shoulder. Whack somewhere, anywhere, just please do not stop.

Please, i whisper.

Thud on my butt. Sting on my butt. Blood rolls down my body. Painted in blood, dripping in blood.

Please, i whisper.

HE expertly wraps to my yoni from my butt, and i cum. HE drinks me in, gulps my squirt, face buried in my pussy, and i continue riding this incredible long Pleasure wave, surfing, shooting the tube. Wrapped in Pleasure, permeated with Pleasure. All is Pleasure.

Pleasure, and his tongue, lapping at my clit. Then i am untied, and gently lowered to the mat. He holds me, admires the welts on my breasts, thighs, butt. The welts he put there, when he was HE.

The welts He put there when I was i.

In the shadow of Pleasure, we sleep, spooning until long past dawn.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

In Praise of Penises

Some of the most beautiful penises in the world have passed through my lips. Not all of them certainly, and if you are reading this and wondering, "Why hasn't my penis been in Dangerous' lips?" you are right to complain.

I have very nice lips.

This is my Hymn to Penises. I love all the other bits too; fingers and lips and tongues and teeth (especially teeth!) and balls and toes and assholes (okay I do have a certain fondness for assholes...more on that later!).

And my special joy is a penis in my mouth. A penis in my mouth feels whole and natural and right somehow. It doesn't matter if it is hard or soft, big or small, cut or not.

Sometimes I have fallen asleep with a penis in my mouth, like a baby on a breast.

And sometimes I have woken Rascal up by putting his penis in my mouth. This is especially nice because it is so warm and soft, and has that particular morning after smell so unique to him. He gets a little hard, stirs in his sleep and then moans himself awake and when he realizes that it is not a dream, he goes wild, pumping in and out of my mouth. Crazy style. And then his hard dick is thumping up against the roof of my mouth in that tender place and I have a mouth orgasm. Honest to Gawdess, I come in my mouth.

And he thinks I am doing this for him.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

cast of characters: Rascal and Seelie-Eyes

I have a boifriend named Rascal.

Rascal fucks me. I fuck Rascal.
Rascal has a red single tail that I like very much. I still have marks on my breasts and thighs from the last time.
I have a strap-on (Leather by Danny) that Rascal likes very much. I make him put his legs in the air, and when I am tired, he begs me to fuck him some more.
Rascal lets me suck his cock for my pleasure.
Rascal is my chew toy. I like to bite him as I am cumming. Sometimes I bite him too hard, and he whimpers a little.

Rascal has a grrlfriend named Seelie-Eyes.
Rascal fucks Seelie-Eyes. Seelie-Eyes also fucks other people, including grrls. Seelie-Eyes is wild, and sweet, and an amazing masseuse.
Seelie-Eyes likes to bite Rascal as well.

Right now Rascal would have a lot of explaining to do at the public swimming pool.