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

Here’s my offering of edgy and intense for your own imaginations to run wild with.    If  you’d like the audio version can be heard by click here or by visiting http://malflic.libsyn.com

 

 

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.

 

A Surrender, Part 2 – Later that night

By request and due to their over all popularity part 2 of a female dominate series of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

After visiting for hours during what she considered to be a pleasant evening the time came to take their leave and quickly her role as guest and friend faded and once alone in the car she became his mistress instantly. But other than the change in her demeanor not much was said until after their garage door began to open and the car made its way into the drive way.

“Take care of any needs you’ll have since we’ll be there for a while and then meet me in “the room” Her voice matter of fact. As the garage door closed he scurried off quickly and relieved himself. After hurrying back through the house he descended the stairs to basement and found himself in the hallway that lead to as she matter of factly put it “the room” and no sooner than he entered it her gaze was waiting. He entered, stopped at her feet, kneeled down with his eyes cast to the floor and waited to be told what to do.

“Why are you here?” her inquiry directed at him.

“To serve you Mistress” his best submissive voice

“No to be punished and prove you’re not my worthless little slave” her voice harsh

“Yes Mistress” he looked up meekly with out lifting his head.

“We’ll begin again where we left off, with your pathetic little ass” Grabbing his arm and leading him to a bench that he knew all too well the meaning of. As he approached his already tender bottom reminded him of earlier when he had been whipped with a belt and then she finished spanking his bare bottom with freshly cut switches.

Waiting for instructions he stood where she left him in front of a spanking bench that it was only a matter of time before she bent him over.

“lets see what should I used first.” Now toying with him he watched her go through an extensive collection of paddles one by one looking at each and deciding whether or not it would have the right effect.

“I think this one to start” as she pulled out a very stingy thing round wooden number that she knew always got is attention on a lily white ass so it should work quickly tonight on one that had already been thoroughly punished and then a wide thick leather number to follow up with.

“Are you ready to begin” she asked walking toward him an implement in each hand.

“Yes Mistress”

“Then you know what to do, strip and then I’ll help you into position” She watched as he removed every stitch of clothed lastly his boxers that covered a well marked and still lightly colored bottom.

Standing in front of the bench waiting, slightly aroused by what was about to happen.

“Ask me” she insisted.

“Mistress will you please punish me” he said, he hated to ask yet she loved to humiliate him and to hear him ask.

“How would you like to be punished” playing back knowing that she could twist any answer to be right or wrong.

“As you see fit Mistress” He answered. She smiled a pleased but wicked little smile. It seemed that he had learned something along the way but that wasn’t going to spare him a single lick tonight.

Her hand swatted his bottom sharply and he winced. Then she proceeded to bend him over to begin his spanking. Positioning him just, bent at the waist, legs spread she patted him firmly a few more times to be certain he was set perfectly and admiring in detail her earlier handiwork. Tracing the welts, studying a few small bruises on his waiting bare bottom she had every intention of torturing far more before moving onto other things.

He waited patiently on display as her hands caressed and patted, it was a mixture of teasing pleasure that was exiting him despite what was yet to come, a remaindered of the earlier session and a seemingly eternal wait for her to begin again.

“Time for your paddling” she said stepping back and picking up the thin wooden ping pong paddle. Crack, the sound of it impacting his back side filled the room and the sting of the first swat alone brought back the sensations that had faded sine his earlier discipline. After two more in the exact same spot she switched sides swatting the same spot crisply three times and then launched an attacked on his all ready tomented ass that left his butt stinging like a swarm of bees and him dancing in place over the spanking bench, cheeks clenched to lessen the sting and hand clenched to hold himself in place.

She was relentless and after every inch of his bottom was covered in fresh spanks she began again until he was a glowing shade of crimson. Finally pausing.

“Now that you’re warmed up a little let’s make sure that you understand what I’m going to do to you” She said

“yes mistress” The leather paddle came down hard across his sit spot on both cheeks after he answered.

“I’m going to finish beating your naughty bottom” she paused

“Yes mistress” another swat harder than the last set his backside even more ablaze

“Yes Mistress what?” He saw where this was going, as the full effect of the last one settled in.

“Yes Mistress you’re going to finish beating my naughty bottom” Another crack filled the room.

“That’s right and how did you say that I should punish you” she asked paddling him again. He paused to collect his breath but it took too long in her mind and she swatted him again.

“ I asked you to punish me as you see fit. Mistress” he answered. She was bored and was done toying with him.

And swatted him again, as that one set in she gave him another, and then another until 10 hard swats each with an long drawn out pause. He heard he heels on the concrete as she walked away. The sound of the toy closet opening was unmistakable and moment latter she returned with a 4 in wide wooden paddle.

“Count them” She ordered as he tensed not knowing what was coming. The first one made it obvious.

He gasped, and called out “One Mistress”

“the number will be fine for this part but if you move we start over at one” She reassured him and before he could answer then next swat arrived on his bottom that had already been taken from tender to sore and was well on it’s way past red to a lasting deep shade of excruciating purple.

“Two” he called out after winging and shifting about ever so slightly

“Three” he said forcing the breath from his lungs and hoping it would stop soon

The fourth he called out after a short rest and it had landed on his sit spot yet again fulfilling her earlier promise that he would want to spend the next week trying to stand.

Five, six, seven, and eight each left him counting the number and on the edge of begging for her mercy, pleading with her not to stop but to move on to something else. He resisted and did his best as she finished his spanking with another harsh smack as he called out 12 nearly under his breath.

“now I’m almost done with your naughty ass but not with the rest of you” Her tone making it all to clear his ordeal was far from over.

At first it was cold, and wet but he resisted the urge to fight and held on as his butt was plugged without warning with a small toy and an inordinate amount of lube. Next still bent over his backside not only thoroughly abused but now filled she moved onto his balls placing two small clamps on them.

“There that should give you something to think about” she said her hand smacking his fiery hot bottom a few times for good measure. She delighted as how he struggled to obey and took all of the pain she inflicted o willingly but what pleased her most was feeling him surrender in those last few spanks to what ever she truly wanted as he collapsed on to the bench in earnest.

“now I know that you know no to move, those clamps and that plug had better still be in place when I return.” She said sitting the wooden paddle on his back as a reminder.

“Yes Mistress” his voice accepting that the night had only just begun

His Mistress took her leave her heels clicked across the concrete and up the stairs as he remained in position, raw, bruised and spread by her toy that filled him, and two new devices pinching his balls. He was left wondering what was next and how much more there was to come.