Is pulling a gun considered fore play in Texas?

On a side note I’ve not posted anything new here in quite a while.   The reason being both a combination of a particularly busy professional life and my assisting in the creation of videos and content for my good friends over at Desired Lingerie.   There is nothing quite like looking at sexy clothes and beautiful women and being able to call it work.   Be sure to check the site out for a series of sexy lingerie videos (that I edited and produced), their lingerie model search page (if chosen you’ll get to work we me first hand) and of course 1000’s of sexy little number including a great collection of leather and vinyl fetish wear.

Now before anyone gets the wrong idea I love Texas! San Antonio is so cool, I’ve got some really great friends in Austin and Dallas was almost home three years ago and still might be one day. Admittedly I’ve got very mixed emotions on Houston but that’s a story for another time.

In the course of the average year I pass through Texas around 30 times plus probably another 6-8 where I leave the airport and bring my own special brand of vengeance on the world. Last week was one of those as I rested my head in a place I have gold status with not far from DFW and enjoyed the 85 degree sunny days.

It went like this – I land early.

I head to lunch at a fish place since it was Ash Wednesday and my companions and customer were all good Catholics.

On to the Hotel – I checked in by 2:00 and called my legal friends…all went well and the world might not end but just in case I penned a dark little number about what I had allowed myself to become.

My NY phone rings (I carry more phones than a bookie…don’t ask) Dinner plans have been changed to a different place. One that is not Fish based…I hold out hope

I arrive a dinner, there are thee people in the bar. A short brunette on a Lap top, a guy in a suit and a really tall Blond behind the bar. The guy at the bar waves me in and as fate would have it he’s one of the guys I meeting for dinner. He knows the brunette and the the tall blonde who was every bit of 6′2” before the heels she has very exposed DD’s (or better) and such a sweet Texas drawl. I ordered a diet…they all looked at me like WTF. So I explained that I hadn’t slept in almost three days and if I had a beer it would go one of two ways me falling asleep or me getting really fucking ugly.

After that I was very well decaffeinated. Seemingly no one wanted to see me really fucking ugly. We sit down, menus aren’t even brought to the table food begins to arrive. The Potato is as big as my head, we go back to the bar.

Years ago during a some what stressful acquisition I found myself in roughly the same area. That night a Cabbie pulled a gun on another cabbie outside an over priced hugely popular steak place, two days later my Driver pulled his gun on a homeless guy near downtown ( I was glad there was a gun handy in that case) and the night before after several hours of drinking and meeting a girl who was a model and as dumb as a bag of hammers who had been pawned off on me the revelers decided to shoot at the home owners private shooting range.

I never equated it with Texas until after dinner that night when a small and stout woman jumped on the bar, walked 20 feet across it (not spilling anyone’s drink mind you) and started screaming at a woman who she had not even made eye contact with let alone an altercation of any sort.

She went and sat back down just as randomly. I sipped my diet, hardly anyone paid attention to the recent borderline psychotic episode. So I ask the well endowed Blond bartender what the issue was. She just shrugged, batted her eyes, adjusted her daringly plunging blouse and said “Don’t worry about her she does this all the time. I’m just glad she didn’t have her gun tonight.”

Note to self …don’t eat there again!

Discussing a lifestyle event with strangers

This the first of the 24 kink week posts that will run from May 23rd until May 30th. The audio that goes with this story can be found at http://malflic.libsyn.comDiscussing a lifestyle event with a strangers

Look by day I may have an edge but I don’t exactly take the tools of my wicked little trade in my carry on luggage as I head out to the airport every week. Which reminds me of a story about a weekend trip to Mexico and a suitcase filled with toys…I’ll save that one for another time but the moral of the story was the woman in Mexican custom’s was very embarrassed and it was my suit case.

Even if I did walk around with an assortment of sadistic little things there’s a chance I could be a sales manager and the numbers are down but no where near as low as you’re going to be when I’m finished. Sorry got distracted back on topic.

Recently on a flight I fell into a conversation with a nice average looking couple who asked where I was headed and why. My mother told me never talk to strangers but sitting there I ignored that advice and told them Business and blah, blah, blah so I asked them the same question. “We’re coming from a lifestyle event” she eagerly offered.

Well if you’re like me the minute you hear lifestyle event only one or two things come to mind. So immediately I’m interested, I start to file through my brain for events that I know of that are big enough to travel to that might be going on.

Shibaricon – no can’t be it not until May (ironically it starts the same day as my kink week posts start which is pure coincidence)

Beat me in St. Louis…nope not currently going on.

Perhaps an Austin Rope event…Nothing comes to mind. Maybe they’re swingers might be something who knows how many events they have.

Nice people but I start to notice in those few seconds that passed that they aren’t giving off the sexy we like to fuck swingers vibe at all. No I’m not stereo typing but the lady wasn’t eyeing the pretty brunette walking down the aisle and yes I know for a fact that all swingers aren’t Bi. But let’s face it any swinger straight or Bi that I know would have been eyeing her. Hell most of the people on the plane noticed her she was that pretty.

“Oh a lifestyle event” my voice somewhat dismayed as to where to go from here…after all we’re three sentences in to a conversation before a 4 hour flight I don’t want to freak the nice people out by coming right out and asking too many questions like “Oh what’s your Kink?”, “Straight, Bi?” “Top, Bottom, or Switch?” “Rope, Pain, or both?” “Full swap, Soft swap?” you get the picture.

The wife spoke (She was wearing a ring but it is at this point just an assumption) “It was the most amazing weekend, we had so much fun”

A generic enough answer so I inquire “what made it so much fun?”

“We’ve never been to anything like this before.” She pauses, blushes a little and fumbles for words. I think it’s about to get good. Now I know how I’d answer the question in the situation, generically.

“It was a couple’s only event.” She finally admits. Now unless I’m wrong couples Vanilla and Kinky do on occasion go away for the week end. A few nights in a hotel, new places, old and new friends, too much wine, a few clubs, perhaps a couple of games of chance, or other games. I’ve also been told there are museums, fairs, antique road shows or what ever it is that all the couples do who aren’t out getting liquored up and partying when they go away.

Needless to say there was nothing wrong with a couple’s weekend event. So I Pushed a little…”You said it was a lifestyle event.” I should have stopped “what kind of life style?”

What are the odds that I’ve met a kinky couple on the plane…low right? But I had to know. “Well” she said her husband by now staring mindlessly out the window, which is never a good sign.

“It was to reenergize our relationship and bring back the romance by including the lord in our marriage.” From there she just went on and on. I’m all for threesomes, foursomes, and all out orgies but that was one Ménage trios I wasn’t expecting. I was dying to ask if she now considered her relation ship to be Poly…but figured I’d have to explain it. And then spend the next three hours and forty five minutes with her saving my soul.

Isn’t there a law about people using the term lifestyle event? No? Well there damn well should be. So I sat and listened to her and how much fun it was, the spouse lacked the same enthusiasm…bet it also was a three way he never dreamed of. Odd are he’d have rather spiced things up with the little brunette I mentioned earlier who was still walking up and down the aisle.

Is there a secret hand shake or special way of lacing up ones shoes so I know other like minded people when I see them…you know like guys with rainbow stickers on the back of their cars. I know what that means what do they kinky people have other than lords of acid t shirts, the occasional otk bumper sticker that makes it look like you dig the beach? It might have been better if I listened to my mother and didn’t talk to strangers

The Final Tease

The Final Tease

Well it’s Monday May 19th. So Fucking what you ask?

Well I’ve been tempting, promising and teasing many of my sexually aware and Kinky friends with the upcoming second installment of Kink Week. Well here’s a little audio to get you ready for this Friday when the real event begins. Nearly six months of writing, pondering and perfecting really hot stories. This time we will not only be going on a little Bondage, spanko, and BDSM adventure but will walk into the arena of multiple partners, chest play, and Sex in public places with a good dose of humor thrown in every morning.

Since Audio is my new obsession I’ve added a few guest voices.

Some of them you probably know like my very own Chesty Blonde. Not surprising right?

OK Good Point What about having the talented and so very sexy Naked Nurse join in the fun to read you a bedtime story. If you don’t know her you should!

Then add a not so submissive type and good friend of ours Victoria Christiansen. Domme, Bottom, or Switch. I’ve known her for years now and still can’t define but she is a damn fun and sultry girl.

Finally to bring a little authentic English Flavor to the entire event we’ve convinced our good friend “the Key Limey” to play along as well for your listening pleasure.

What do you need to do?

Not much for the written pieces subscribe to the blog so you won’t miss a single installment.

Wanna hear the ladies? Who can Blame you after all that’s why they are all here the audio will be included in the written posts but you can also subscribe to them for free in your favorite pod catcher or iTunes.

One More thing if you haven’t added my backup account on myspace now might be a really good time to do that just incase the thought police drop by. And if I disappear into the night you can find ma and everything that went away on Malflic.com

And Finally how can you help?

Spread the word, tell your sexy and kinky friends where to find us,

Subscribe and dig when you see fit

And last but not least start thinking about how you’re going to join the readers play along midday

Corporate Outings, Sex Rooms, & finding out how Vanilla your boss is

The names have been changed to protect the innocent (and me)

So I work and make my living as a fairly visible part of a large corporate machine with traditionally conservative leadership. Hard to believe but writing smut is just a hobby and doesn’t pay the bills. It’s something only a few close friends at work know about. Then again you won’t catch me parading around in fetish attire and I don’t publicize my other adult oriented activities. I had a boss who was quite the swinger once at another company but that is a different story.

A few weeks back we had an annual all hands on deck type meeting over the weekend. Of course we moved what city it would be in about 6 weeks before the actual event for around 500 people which might as well have been the last minute. The new location was fine, back on some of my old home turf which is always nice. The accommodations were less than luxurious and the hotel was over booked with Doctors at some convention when we started to arrive. I walk into lunch on that first day and a friend whispers in ear.

“This place has sex rooms.” I of course ignore him.

He continues on “ no really they have 16 different themed sex rooms” ok now I’m curious I was thinking it was just rooms with a big hot tub but theme rooms well that was a different story.

I assured him it was a pretty wild city so no big surprise. As they say write what you know and out of a dozen or so people from that city I had kept the company of in the past most of them were very, very, very, kinky.

He went on “Paul has one called the Cave, it has fur and hieroglyphics on the walls, and a giant round orgy bed!” My friend’s voice turned from a whisper to nearly inaudible when he said orgy. The only thing missing was a hushed gasp coming from his mouth. I laughed like a lunatic since Paul was the head of HR. There was a certain irony that he had a “sex room”.

The group of well heeled and devoted professionals had been turned into a bunch of high school kids sneaking a peek at an older brother’s nudie mag. So and so had a room with mirrors on all the walls and ceilings, blah, blah, blah had a room with a Gilligan’s island theme.

The list went on there were about seven of us who had theme rooms.

The room holders gave tours after a few pints at the hotel pub each evening, groups flocked to the “guides” as if they were going to get a look at the secret of the entire universe. Are people really that sexually repressed? It scares the hell out of me that most people have as unimaginative sex life as they do a day job.

One room in particular was the called leather and lace. It was the one people talked about most since it had as people described it “Prison bars with those hand cuff things and chains all over it.” People are really interesting to watch as they talk about what they think is wild and taboo. Isn’t bondage, even causal bondage a fairly main stream fantasy? This coming from a guy who can tie more knots than an eagle scout and owns enough rope to dock the pacific fleet.

(When we visited it was a little less Vanilla the bars were loaded with chains and cuffs)

One Tall leggy blonde VP on a tour cuffed a finance executive to the bars and took a few pictures and then left him there helpless for a few minutes. I have a new found respect for her and the only thing that would have been better was if she would have added “how does that feel? you like don’t you? You little whiny bitch!” Nothing like a guy in a Brooks Brothers suit chained to a wall, even if it was only for a few minutes. Then again that might not be so unusual either.

The next morning I’m having breakfast with Marci who is a peer. She’s s a tiny little thing, a Southern Belle and has a daytime wardrobe that is so stylish and it could go right to a club after long day. I know her a little, she likes to go out, have a good time dance and party. Our boss comes up. He’s a great guy and was a friend long before I ended up working for him. We’re talking about the room tours of the previous night and telling how popular the leather and lace room was.

“ I don’t get it” he states Marci tries again to explain in a non offensive way what the leather and lace room was. He stares blankly, this is a man who gets everything I’ve ever told him on the first pass and at that moment he really has no fucking clue what we’re talking about. She looks at me and shrugs and at the same time we both blurt out “it’s a bondage room” she adds “you know S&M”.

The boss’ face turns red, I mean really bright fire engine red. “Oh” he stares at his eggs uncomfortably for the next five minutes as we continue to talk. Marci shoots me a glance and as he walks away adds “he’s so vanilla”. I think it was a test since she looked even more shocked when I got what she meant. Later she confided that I’m one of the last guys in the world she would have thought had a dark side. She had pegged me as even more uptight than the rest of the crowd. “Good my disguise is working” I said with a devilish little smirk.

The rest of the event was spent with her telling me racy jokes and making suggestively laden dirty comments. It is quite possible that her mind is far dirtier than mine.

Getting to Know Your Temptress

Getting to Know Your Temptress by Malflic featuring the Chesty Blonde

With all the insanity and recording for kink week and finalizing the lay out for the updated malflic.com It’s been a while since I’ve posted and this little conversation is about two weeks over due. It is simply Malflic and the very sexy Chesty Blonde having a playful and harmless chat in a get to know session.

Ironically it is the first time that the two have recorded in the same room at the same time, well other than that video camera incident years ago. (just kidding don’t go looking for it on U tube)

As always the entire collection podcasts can be found at malflic.libsyn.com and is also listed in iTunes under podcasts and of course it’s free! (Not only am I easy but I’m also cheap)

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“Good morning my name is Jill…and I want you to.”

An off topic post about my day to day life but nothing sexual…it’s as close to PG as I’ll ever get.

So it’s dark out. How dark you ask? So dark that god damn moon hasn’t even begun to give way to the light of day, still dark enough to be called night even though soon it will be very early morning.

How early in the morning is it? Early enough that I moved past various security guards and national safety personnel who did their jobs without even a single word, syllable or grunt. It was early enough that I couldn’t feed my addictions, not even a little bit and the demons of countless sleepless nights were haunting me with all their might and I was on the edge of giving up the ghost and moving from a well dressed zombie to a member of the disheveled uncaring and hopeless living dead.

Walking down the freezing cold and dimly lit corridor, the question of how one ever gets to this point in anything, let alone day to day life occurs again. It nags like a fatal disease that hasn’t quite announced its horrific arrival yet. Lurking there waiting and ultimately squeezing out the last bit of hope from your very life.

Rounding the corner, breaking the threshold and heading into the brightly lit oblong chamber I make my way to the designating resting space, cursing profanely and audibly the brightness, every step, and my own very existence as I take my seat.

Then it begins, at a deafening volume breaking the tomb like silence that is the only blissful thing at that moment. “GOOD MORNING MY NAME IS JILL” Jill continues to blither on other pleasantries. After a few second reprieve the voice is again breaking the silence I am cherishing with all my being despite the blinding light which I’ve muted out with dark shades and closed eyes. A seemingly frivolous effort considering that it is still only slightly less dark out.

“Again good morning this is Jill and in a few moments…”

Jill is a bold face liar, how do I know this because there was no pardon from the blaring voice projecting her love of life and duties she continues on

“in the event of an emergency…” I pray that your voice is not the last one I hear. She continues on.

“in the event of a water landing” I’m dead no one survives those now please shut the fuck up.

She didn’t not announce “We will be dimming the cabin lights” and so god is mocking me yet again. No instead of that announcement she introduces the rest of her accomplices yet again and a few minutes after leaving mother earth the soliloquy begins.

“due to the short duration of this flight” Jill has decided she in going to read me a list of each and every available beverage known to man and then highlight the ones she actually has by reading those selections again.

“the following are your snack options….and “ you have nothing available for purchase that resembles food quit lying to me again you dishonest person.

Normally I don’t hate the beginning of any day just because it is beginning today however I despise the fact that the day exists to begin with.

Ding “we have passed ten thousand feet and” I pray to God, the Devil, Buddha, Allah, three ex-girlfriends, my second grade teacher, and the witches of Eastwick begging each and every one them with impassioned and devoted pleas to just make her stop.

But no life hates me and sleep is not something I will get to partake in then

Squeak , Squeak, Bang…Jill physically assaults me with her shiny metal wheeled box like implement of torture…it was not physical contact that was welcome. I am contemplating both legal action and professional psychiatric help because of the distress it has caused me. Odds are though since I’m still relatively young my hand and arm should heal nicely with enough rest, unlike the old man’s toes who I believe her pleasant cheeriness and efficient motions may have physically severed from his body.

During the time that the aforementioned Jill was spilling her joy and cheer on other unsuspecting souls Captain Ahab indulged his long ago hidden dream of wanting to be both a weatherman while finally helping to feed my addition and a comedian. I despise him even more than Jill since his position of authority and very literal control over whether I live or die necessitated that I listen to him on some level…just incase.

“We will be arriving” escape, the sweet smell of freedom sits a mere 100 miles in the distance. Ahh fooled again by her deceit and lies…we are not near our destination

“If you’ve not arrived here before it is a 25-32 minute walk”

Who cares I have no intention of walking that far

“Should you chose not to walk on such a beautiful morning”

How long was that walk again. Hmm wonder if she factored in thing like dragging a recently dismembered body along with you?”

“We will be” hiding your body in a forward storage compartment. Seriously can anyone really love anything as much as she does.

“Hi this is Jill again.” No shit Sherlock

“It’s has been my pleasure spending my morning with you and I look forward to seeing all of you again” Jill I know your face and should I ever see you again I may opt to take a different flight for the sake of my own sanity…unless of course it’s in a dark alley…then it may be a far less pleasant alternative.

Hot Chicks, tube socks, WTF

There are some things in life I just don’t get.  Like why in the world the hooters girls wear those terrible little orange shorts.   Boy Shorts, hot pants, granny panties what ever would be better but the make shift running shorts don’t do anything for me.

 

 

Why a stripper gave my mammoth, itinerate, inebriated vulgar friend Pete cab fare to get home one night after he spent the entire night tipping other girls and insulting her. Some guys must just have that kind of appeal.  Or maybe some girls just like big muscle bound jerks, either way.

 

Why the waitress at a restaurant felt the need to explain her “Kiss my Taco” shirt to me if she wasn’t offering to let me do so.  Do I look that fucking stupid and straight laced that a total stranger unprovoked needed to explain the euphemism to me. I’ve seen a few and  heard the term before, no need to explain what you meant by kitty either honey but thanks for doing it I love when women I don’t know who are about to bring my dinner use the word pussy.

 

Why do birds sing, why do fools fall in love, etc. etc. etc. and a myriad of other insane things that probably don’t matter in the grand scheme.

 

So walking up sixth avenue not far from the ball field there’s brunette, white t shirt, nice rack, black shorts and tube socks standing on the corner.   Tube socks I asked?  She tries to hand me a paper and get me to hang a left and go to what ever it is she’s promoting.   

 

 I ask again about the socks, I’m baffled and on the edge of becoming dismayed.   Seriously what moron thought let’s take a really pretty girl put her on the street corner a few hours before game time and have her use her beauty to convince penis toting morons to come and drop their cash in vast amounts in my establishment.  Do you know what will really get them going?  Let’s put her in knee high tube socks with three stupid red stripes and all the other puds he pitched it to agreed.

 

Is everyone wearing tube socks?   I ask again.  She of course looks at me like I’m crazy and explains how hot everyone in the club is.  I could care less I’m still intrigued by the stupidity of the socks. She moves on to a pack of young Latinos who seem less concerned about her socks and interested in her boobs.  Which I might have cared moderately more about if I could get past why a stunning young lady was wear socks that reminded me of a grade school gym teacher.  They hang a left. I go straight and hit the book store a few blocks up. Shame is she was a very pretty girl, except for the tube socks.

A Tease, Musings, and Some New Kink ideas

Guess what’s coming up?  Stop it I gave you a hint in the damn title…KINK WEEK which is now less than two months away.   That’s right it is my self proclaimed bi (bi is better in some cases right?)  where was I oh yeah Bi annual celebration of sex and play that probably doesn’t involve the missionary position or anything that was covered in Sex Ed but might have been the very reason you took abnormal sexuality in college.  BTW I got an “A” and took the class with a few female friends, it was a good semester!  

 

Back to the topic…

To prove that I’m serious and to get your dirty little minds running here’s the planned posting schedule. Ambitious yes!  Then again what good is being stimulated and kinky if you can’t be over stimulated and excessively kinky now and then?  If all goes as planned There will be pod casts to go with the “ kink goes wrong” and “bed time”  story posts…to keep your hands free for other things or in the event you find yourself all tied up.

 

Day	Coffee &  Kink Goes Wrong	Mid Day Play	Bed Time Stories
Friday May 23	Discussing your life style with strangers	Dominance	Toy with Me
Saturday May 24	Latex Allergies	Sub Mission	She Wants to submit
Sunday May 25	The new guy at the munch shouldn’t wear white	Fetish Wear	Pinch, Touch, and Caress
Monday May 26	Marks, lines, bruises, and the locker room	Kneeling	The Release
Tuesday May 27	Vanilla House Guests	Wicked Little things	And the devils makes three…later that night
Wednesday May 28	2nd husbands	Bound	Tiny Little Lines
Thursday May 29	All Knotted Up	Waiting	The wait
Friday May 30	Honey Do you want to be a fetish Model	Readers & Friends Play along	Something special

 

 

As you can see I’ve done a lot of the work but there are audience participation options

 

Options you ask…yes options!  

 

First off. Ever want to be immortalized in a podcast…here’s your chance…you can be the featured voice in one of the bed time story readings.  If you’re interested drop me a line at admin@ malflic.com and we can work out the details.

 

 The details of the second one are to follow but could feature you and or a lover in a mid day play post dedicated to readers kinky pics.

 

On the down side there’s a rope event in my current home city this weekend and I won’t be there which completely sucks. The guest instructor is Graydancer (for all you spanko’s there’s a great bit on his latest ropecast that’s a quick and fun listen….no rope is involved)

 

And while on the topic of rope I’ve still not decided what color rope to buy for an upcoming kink week picture project. Suggestions are not only welcomed but encouraged!

 

A Surrender, Part 3 – Mistress returns

By request and due to their over all popularity part 3 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. Of course you can read the first 2 installments but just to bring you up to speed.

A very thoroughly spanked male sub waits naked and still in position from his last punishment for his Mistress to return and administer his next session of the evening. The promise of anything but another spanking on his red and bruised bottom would be a reprieve even if it includes more wicked little devices and cruel attention to his nether region.

Waiting his bared bottom still flushed and the dark shades of purple becoming more evident every few minutes he stood there. She had spanked him before but never as hard or as long as what he had just gotten. Two clamps on his balls left him some where between tortured and excited and the cold lube on the plug in his ass had warmed and only added to the sensations he was feeling.

 

The pain danced with pleasure as he took pride in how he had handled his punishment, but pride was a foolish thing for a slave, and especially foolish knowing that there was more to come.

 

Her foot steps on the stairs echoed. His throbbing bottom waiting for her in plain view as she entered the room, she drank it in and just couldn’t help herself. She walked over and patted it a few times, he tensed as even the slightest little smack sent new levels of pain coursing though his body.

 

“I see you stayed just like I left you.” Her mind still spinning in indecision, he waited for her hoping she wasn’t going to do what he was anticipating.

 

“But first we’ll start with just a little reminder, just so you don’t forget what you’ve already learned.” Her voice confirmed everything he feared and as the leather slapper met his bottom he fought through the sting “yes Mistress”. She spanked every so lightly but it didn’t feel that way on the receiving end. Her cruel little reminder left him dancing and struggling to stay in place as she swatted one cheek and then the other slowly and deliberately with a sense of enjoyment and satisfaction.

 

Soon her interest waned and she removed the plug and clamps all but unannounced. “Kneel, and lick my boots” he stood and turned around to see her waiting in shiny black boots, a latex corset and panties matching panties. Seconds later all but threw himself at her feet just relieved that she was moving onto something else.

 

“Oh you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you” she inquired

 

“No Mistress” he said pausing.

 

“Good now don’t miss a spot” as she danced a flogger across his back. Whipping him at will as he knelt at her feet. Every so often she was tempted to land it a little lower and as his back glowed a soft pink and red she reached further and place a hard stoke across his ass. He paused. She gave him another that sent him in to writhing misery. “who said you could stop pig.” She demanded, as she continued to abuse his bruised and tender bottom with her flogger.

 

“Please Mistress” he pleaded looking up at her. She was so arousing to him even now.

 

Knowing he was at his limit “Fine so maybe your poor little bottom has had enough for a while. Stand up”

 

He did so quickly. “I see you’re enjoying this so lets see how your hard little dick likes what you’ve just earned it.” She said grabbing him roughly by his manhood that was in fact was from small and instantly grew completely rigid with her touch.

 

“Trust me this won’t feel good for long” Stroking him, teasing him, and making certain he was enjoying it at least a little. Next she wrapped the thin rope over the base of his dick tightly, wrapping each of his balls until they were separated and bulging against each of the tight little loops of ropes making that made the restraints.

 

She then took a small leather strap in one hand and the base of his erection in the other. A soft slap across the top of his penis, and then another until she got to 10 each a little harder than the last. “now for the under side holding it up she whipped the underside of his dick’s head 10 times each strokes sending a mixture of pain and pleasure racing through his body.

 

“Now let’s add a little something to the fun” placing leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and fasting him tightly in place he stood waiting for her to begin again and she tortured his cock first the top side top and then bottom mercilessly whipping him with the strap paying particular attention to the fat mushroom shaped tip. Then a light but stinging beating with a wooden ruler covering the tip of his dick with extra care and precision that left him moaning and on the edge of an indescribable sensation, stopping ever so often to taunt him with long strokes of her hand, masturbating him to the point of pleasure but never too close to release and then inflicting more pain.

 

 

Clamping his nipples she added small weights drawing the pinch to a pulling bite, tugging and then letting them hang there pulling relentlessly against him. Reaching and squeezing and patting his still glowing bare ass and finally unbinding his cock and balls.

 

“Look your little balls feel neglected as she pulled out a latex flogger and began to address the neglect. He writhed in torment and she delighted not only in his suffering binding his still obvious erection to his torso to keep it stimulated and out of the way when she cupped his ball flogging first with a leather toy and then a wicked little latex implement with countless soft and thin strands stinging and going astray. He moaned and drew inside of himself as she continued.

 

Removing her black panties he watched as she revealed a cleanly shaved pussy that glistened with her arousal. Then releasing him he followed he across the room and placed his head between her legs sending a shudder through her soaked pussy as his tongue danced over her lips and in and out of her.

 

Taking him in hand and positioning him between her legs she tapped his abused little cock against her clit over and over again to the edge of her own second release and well into to it as he stood and watched his mistress cum.

 

“ Do you want to fuck me” she asked.

 

“Yes Mistress” His answer almost too eager.

 

“In time but not before I finish fucking you” Now standing in front of him she helped him to his knees and he looked on while his mistress placed he harness around her small waist and long toned legs. Reaching into the toy chest she removed a pink dildo that he had never seen before, it was longer and thicker than any they had ever played. Astonished as she strapped it on her intention was now perfectly clear as she moved towards him the size and girth becoming even more worrisome as she drew closer.

 

She stopped in front of where he was kneeling. Eagerly and hoping to avoid the alternative took it into his mouth as his lips stretched to swallow it. “Nice try but you know exactly where it’s going” As she stepped back and now behind him his red and purple bottom in the air waiting she eased the heavily lubed massive toy into him and back out again until a nice rhythm of her hips bouncing off his beat red ass had been established, adding the occasional hard spank to his punished bottom for added effect.

 

 

After thoroughly and savagely fucking his ass she mounted him and his raw dick fucking roughly until she came again and again, finally giving him permission to do the same he did so almost instantly and forcefully from all the stimulation over the course of the evening.

 

“ left something outside the door could you get it for me?”

He answered and opened the door to find the switches she had cut earlier waiting for him. He carried them to her and bent back over the spanking bench. His heart sank again. “Oh I was just bringing those along for another time but if you really need another reminder I’d be happy to help.” The first one cut across his back side, every muscle in his body tensed and he fought to stay in position. She continued on with well placed strokes and long pauses, enjoying the sound of the implement swooshing through the air and then sending a crack out through the room as it landed. How he tensed and pleaded for it to be over yet he stayed in position and waited, waited for it to end, waited for her to apply another stinging swat . Hewaited to knowing that he would do anything else she wanted.

 

What she wanted was his fat sore cock inside of her…but that could wait just a few more minutes.

Something Wicked

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Not shaking yet but edging ever closer to that subtle uncontrollable loss of composure she made her was toward the door.  He followed her, merely lingering a few steps behind. His heavy boots causing each long and lumbering stride to call out like the very literal sound of impending doom watching her as it moved closer. 

 

Making her way down the dark hallway bathed in motionless shadows.  Everything had fallen absolutely silent, except for his menacing movements.  Perhaps she just wasn’t hearing a sound as her mind raced playing the look she saw in his eyes over and over again.  A look filled with what could only be described as sinister intent.

 

It sounded so ominous, and felt like the world was watching her as she passed by every set of glaring and damning eyes.   Moving like a nervous and damned woman. She was convinced everyone knew what awaited her on the other side of the door that was now not so far in the distance. 

 

Fear when it takes the place of knowledge and reason it causes a vivid imagination like hers, at first it runs wild and imagines only the worst and then from there twists each and every of those irrational concerns into all consuming fictional possibilities, swimming in the unreal and the infinite uncertainty.

 

Sweat started to form on her pretty little brow, and her legs grew weak as she reached for the door. Fighting back the urge to throw herself on the floor and plead for anything but what she was imagining.  Instead her hand obediently turned the knob and it began to swing open.

 

 

She looked back at him hoping to see a glimmer of mercy in his eyes, there was only a glimmer of something wicked as she then turned to face the music and broke the threshold by stepping into the chamber.  Expecting him to arrive behind her only seconds later instead he called out as he passed.  “You know what to do to get ready.  Hop on up. I’ll be back”   Oh he’ll be back alright and far too soon for her liking as she waited a still growing bundle of nerves for him to return and join her.

 

That time was growing ever closer but not upon her just yet.  And after a few deep breaths and clearing some of the awaiting horrors and torture from her mind, the no so silent screams she believed she heard coming from the next room down.  Wicked little devices drilling away bits of a persons being in all too sensitive area’s.  Some people never seem to learn, and she was one of those.

 

Always well intentioned, starting off on the right foot after each session but shortly there after falling back to her old ways and bad habits.  Habits so engrained and bred out of pure laziness that even the times like these failed to improve or break them.

 

In the hall way the foot steps stopped, menacingly paused in front of her door.  All her sense were ablaze again as she heard another voice along with his and before the reality of the entire situation settled in the door had been opened and she jumped.  Her heart raced and her body shook subtly as he moved towards her.  She wanted him to start if for no other reason than the entire ordeal would be closer to over.  And it being over is the one thing that she wanted most.

 

But instead he took his time arranging the tools of his sadistic trade. A trade that had the guises of helping, of providing not only preventative measure but relief from the pain of things gone awry, no matters who fault it was…even if it was nature playing her cruel hand, or neglect in and of itself. It led to something awful.

 

The awful sounds of the tortured souls that had been off in the distance and next door were gone and as he set the last of his implements down to a clinking, thudding tone.  He looked in to her eyes.

 

She couldn’t see his mouth but as his voiced explained what was going to happen in very eloquent detail, she could feel him grinning behind his mask as he put her into position and reached toward the tray holding his devices.  She opened wide giving in to the inevitable and she could see it in his hand, moving in a unrelenting fashion toward her. 

 

He was about to begin and he was beginning with something wicked.