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My Lover's Memoirs
As I clean my apartment, I find within a small wooden treasure box, an old letter that my ex-lover sent to me. He said he wrote it so I would always have a memory of our time together. It has been many years since we broke up, and with tenderness I open the letter. The yellowed pages unfold and with teary eyes and a heart full of memories, I start to read what happened long ago with the man I thought I loved more than the world.
My beloved mistress, this is my memory of what happened two nights ago, it is still fresh in my mind, and thus I write.......You are leading me down a hallway, the hall is dark except for the occasional burning torch. The walls are black and damp. You are wearing a black cloak with a hood covering your head, a few strands of your fire red hair have fallen out from underneath the hood.
In your hand is a leash that leash goes to the collar on my neck. I am following you, not knowing what to expect. I am wearing nothing, my hands bound behind my back, and my legs shackled. I nervously look around not knowing where I am going, not knowing what will happen, and I find this excites me.
We finally make it to a pair of large oak doors, you push them both open with ease. I see a dark room in front of me. All of a sudden hundreds of candles flicker to life. I am blinded for a second from the light, but when my eyes focus I see a path of candles leading from the door to a bed with the candles circling it. The bed is a large canopy bed, black satin hangs from the top, red satin sheets adorn it.
As I am looking around, trying to see walls or a ceiling in the infinite large room, you step in front of me and pull the leash so that I am looking at you. With your free hand you take the hood off to reveal a soft, white face, luscious red lips, fire red hair in curls. Then my eyes meet with yours. I stare into them, totally losing myself in your eyes. I feel as if you are looking down to the depths of my soul. I feel the urge to drop to my knees and I do. Your lips curl up into a smile.
You walk behind me, release my legs from the shackles, and unbind my hands. You walk over to the bed and stand next to it. I feel the urge to walk over to it, and I do. Again, you smile.
I sit down on the bed, you lean down, look deeply into my eyes again, then brush your lips across mine. I start to follow them as they leave, but I meet your eyes again. This time your eyes make me stop following, and go back to where I was. Then I lay down on the bed, you take my right hand with your gloved hands, stretch it to the bed post, and tie it securely with a strand of black satin. You do the same with my left. Then you move down to my feet, lean forward, and run your hands down from my right inner thigh down to my foot, placing it in position, and secure it. You do the same with my left. Then you come up and take off the leash, knowing that you do not need it anymore.
Then you stand at the foot of the bed, looking at me, tied, unable to move, looking up at you. Then you shed your cloak. Underneath I see a black lace corset, pushing your lily white breasts up. A short black lace skirt, black stockings going down to black high heeled boots. Then a pair of black satin gloves, going all the way up to your elbow. You hair, in curls, falling down over your chest. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest with excitement. You move over to the side of the bed and take one of the black candles out of its holder, then turn back to me, your crimson lips smiling.
You take the candle, hold it above my chest and tilt it slightly, a single drop of hot wax falls and lands right over my heart. I gasp loudly, then breathe heavily. You move it down, just a little further, a drop falls not too far from the last as you tilt it, and I moan out in pleasure. You proceed to do this, then after a drop lands under my belly button, I think you will stop, so I relax. I look up and see you getting ready to tilt the candle again, my heart pounds, and before I can utter a word, a drop falls less than an inch from my hardened sex. I scream out in pleasure, body involuntarily straining against the restraints. You look down on me and smile.
You walk over, put the candle back, and get a silk cloth. You come over and wipe the wax off of my body, kissing the spots where it dripped. My breathing accelerates the further down you go, then as you get the last one, you move your head away, my heart skips a beat. Then at the last minute, you flick your tongue out across the head of my sex. I start moaning loudly, getting ready to release, then I feel your hand constrict around the base, not letting me release, not yet. After you are sure that I won't, you look at me with a slight tinge of anger in your eyes, let out a soft, low growl saying, "You did not ask my permission."
You then walk away into the darkness, returning with a blindfold. You grab me by the hair and pull my head up as you fix the blindfold so it covers my eyes. I hear you walking around me, as if you are deciding what to do next with your prey. I hear you stop, a moment later I can feel your hot breath on my neck, then I feel your teeth clamping down on my shoulder and hear you let out a low growl. You tug at the flesh as I moan. You move up, biting my neck, I scream louder. Then you bite down right on the front of my throat, just hard enough to prevent me from making a noise. I stop screaming immediately and am breathing heavily. You let go of my throat, even though I can't see it, I know there is a smile on your lily white face.
The next thing I feel is you sitting down, straddling my stomach. I feel the satin of your gloved fingers tracing around my nipples as they harden. Then I feel those fingers pinch on them and begin to pull. I arch up as much as I can till the restraints stop me, breathing harder the further you pull them, then moaning as you yank hard and release.
Then I feel you get off of me. I hear you moving around just to my right. Then I feel you stand up on the bed, one foot on each side of me, right under my arms. The next thing I feel is your shins on my arms, and you sitting down on my face. I am stunned for a moment, then you dig your heels into my side. I slide my tongue up inside of you, moving it all around. I feel you slowly begin to move up and back across my face. I move my tongue in and out of you, brushing against your clit, I feel you jump and stop moving up and back. I run my tongue across it some more, hearing you moan louder and louder as I move my tongue across it faster and harder. Then I hear you let out a bit of a scream and a growl as I feel my face get glazed over.
I feel you stand up off of me, a silk cloth to wipe my face off, then leave the cloth in my mouth for me to taste. As I am tasting it I hear you moving around some more. Then the cloth is taken out of my mouth and I feel something tracing around my lips, I reach my tongue out to lick it, but you pull it away. I feel a light slap to the side of my face. A few seconds later I feel it tracing around my lips again. Then I feel your press it into my mouth and I begin to suck on it, realizing it is your nipple. I suck gently on it, darting my tongue across it, bringing it deeper into my mouth, scraping my teeth across it lightly.
You take it out of my mouth, replace it with the other, and I do the same. Then you take that one away, and I feel you standing over me, your feet by my legs, then the blindfold gets pulled off. I look up and see your lily white body standing over me, wearing nothing but your gloves, your hands on your hips, looking down at me.
You squat down, taking the head of my sex into you, I gasp, you smile. Then in one fluid motion you slide my sex all the way inside of you. Feeling I am about to cum again, you raise up a little and grasp the base again until the urge is quelled. You sit back down on it, smiling as I have a look of frustration on my face. You begin rocking back and forth, leaning down and whispering, "Not until I do,
" into my ear. I rock back and forth on my sex, harder and faster with each motion. I moan in pleasure, biting my lower lip. You begin to moan loudly as you reach down and run your gloved hands over my chest. I feel you starting to buck harder and moan louder. Then I hear you gasp sharply as you release, the second after you do, I scream out and release into you.
Then you lean down, unbind my hands, wrap your arms around me and pull my spent body up to yours. You press your lips to mine, sliding your tongue into my mouth and moving it around. I put my arms around you as you pull me tighter. Then you pull your lips away from mine, laying me back down on the bed. You take your gloves off and lay down, with your head resting on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I put my arms around you as we both drift off into sleep.
For the one whom I love, my beloved mistress...
The End.
All This Talk About Sex
The devil makes work for idle hands.
So said Rob, the owner and manager of 'Shutters', the camera shop.
Besides Rob, who was thirty three and married to Jill, there was Paul, at thirty eight the oldest member of the team. Paul was good looking and had a great personality. All the ladies adored him, for his looks and his way with words. Then there was the baby of the team, Mandy. She was twenty and recently engaged. Finally Cassie. She had joined six months ago and absolutely loved the job because it merged her two great passions in life; photography and talking to people.
Well, she also had her husband of eight years, Gary, and her five year old son.
But she loved this job. The people were all so friendly and had made her feel really welcome. When it was quiet they would talk and talk. About anything. Including sex. Nothing sinister, just gossip, chat and jokes. She found there were no real boundaries as to what they could say to each other as long as they didn't get too intrusive into each others private relationships.
Cassie and Mandy became great mates, and it was Mandy who had helped her find her feet. After a month or so, she could ask Mandy about the men.
Women stuff, like could they be trusted.
"Oh yeah no worries there," replied Mandy. "They talk about sex a lot, like all men, but they've never tried anything. They're more like big brothers now."
Cassie felt very comfortable at work. She was twenty nine. She was petite. Small in all ways - height, weight, breasts.
Her stand out feature was her ass. Gary her told her so. Her girl friends had told her so. And Paul had mentioned it.
One day at work she had asked the two men if they were ass men or tits men. Rob said he was a tits man, Paul admitted to being an ass man.
"Oh well I'm safe there then!" she joked to Rob, pointing at her small chest.
"As an ass man though," interrupted Paul, "yours is pretty good."
Cassie had smiled at this. When she first started work there, she thought Paul was fit, like most women, but she had soon got over this. As Mandy said, he was more like a big brother now. They both were.
Although she got on very well with Paul and could talk to him about anything and everything when others were present, she was a bit more shy when it was just the two of them. It was really Rob, she was closer to. She found him to be a great friend and boss. She was very comfortable with him either in a group or alone. There was nothing happening between them, but she was aware of a slight sexual chemistry. Whenever she thought this, she banished the idea from her mind almost immediately.
Mandy had once asked her if she and Rob were 'close'. It was a very subtle question but Cassie knew what she meant and was both proud and relieved to say no. Besides she was happy with Gary. They were in love, although she sensed that the sex was a bit dull and repetitive. It was frequent enough but sometimes she wanted more, a bit more adventure. But she had never thought this enough to consider straying.
One summer Tuesday was a really quiet day at work. For some reason the only topic of conversation on everyones mind was sex. Good natured stuff, jokes, questions etc. One game they played was to admit to the others their fantasies. It was hilarious and they all had a great laugh. On her way home, Cassie was still smiling to herself' and she had to admit to feeling slightly horny during the day. But her desires were saved for Gary and they had a good fuck that night, more fulfilling than normal for Cassie. In bed that night she thought about work, and couldn't sleep as she still felt horny. In her mind she was devising a little plan.
She knew that Mandy was leaving an hour early the next day to go house hunting. The layout of the shop was that there was the shop, then a small office behind, then some stairs leading to a small kitchen/staffroom and then a toilet leading off that. Normally Cassie would get changed into a tee shirt and either jeans or shorts after work. She mostly would go into the toilet to get changed but it was very cramped. A couple of times she would simply change in the kitchen, being careful not to expose too much. Mandy did the same and it was all very innocent, the boys saying nothing and usually looking away. Cassie thought it would be a bit of an adventure if she deliberately got changed in front of them the next day, maybe showing more than usual. She didn't want anything more than a bit of exhibitionism. The sense that they might see a bit more of her ass than was usual turned her on to the extent that she could get herself really horny for Gary.
So she wore her skimpiest thong to work that Wednesday. Again a really quiet day, and again the talk came round to sex. Mandy created a game where they each had to rate every customer out of ten for looks and sex appeal. It was fun, especially when elderly or really ugly people came in.
Mandy left at five pm as arranged. When they closed the shop she helped them cash up then they all went upstairs. As was also common, especially on hot sunny days, Paul got some beers out the fridge. They opened the bottles then Cassie went to her bag in order to get changed. She removed her work blouse to reveal a white vest, which would half cover her ass. Then, facing the boys she pulled down her work trousers. She didn't really look at their faces, more staring at the wall, trying not to think about what she was doing.
"Nice legs girl!" joked Paul. "Give us a twirl."
Cassie wasn't too sure. She knew that by turning round she would reveal her bare ass cheeks and she didn't really know if this was such a good idea after all. She took a swig of beer, then smiled.
"Ready?"
She then twirled round in front of them, her face feeling hotter by the second. When she turned round she looked back at them, to see their faces gawping in amazement.
"That's enough," she said, and began talking to Rob about something completely different to change the subject.
She was a bit flustered though, and as she faced Rob, she forgot to put her shorts on. She became aware of Paul edging round to get another look at her ass. Now she was getting excited. She didn't want anything more to happen, but sensing another man checking out her ass was fun.
For a few minutes Paul just stared at her bare ass, then he moved in. With both hands he grabbed her ass cheeks, giving them a good squeeze. She didn't resist. He moved closer, pressing his groin into her ass. She could feel his cock twitching in his trousers. She looked at Rob, who was smiling at the events unfolding in front of him. Cassie began to grind her ass against Paul and then he moved his hands round to the front, he slipped them inside the front of her thong. He pulled her thong down to her knees, and she let it slip to the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed bush to Rob. Paul gently rubbed her pussy as she backed against him.
Cassie reached forward to Rob's trousers. She felt his cock was hard and she began to undo his fly. Rob whipped out his erect member and Cassie grabbed it. She stroked it and leant forward to kiss it. She stepped forward to take Rob's cock in her mouth and started to suck him. As she stepped forward and bent down to give Rob a blow job, Paul got a fantastic view of her pussy lips. He pulled down his trousers and pants and gently slipped his cock inside her, pumping her from behind. He got faster and faster, thrusting into her until he exploded his cum in her cunt.
Cassie p
ulled away from Paul and gently guided Rob to lie down. She straddled him, lowering her vagina on to his waiting throbbing cock. They thrust against each other, fucking furiously until they came, almost at the same time. After they came, she lay her head on his chest, regaining her breath and smiling in satisfaction. Her cunt was filled with the two men's sperm and she had never felt so much pleasure. The three of them curled up together on the floor, finishing their drinks, and Cassie shared passionate kisses with the two of them. As they lay there, Rob slipped his hand into her bra, which she peeled off. Paul remarked that they had not yet seen her tits, and they soon got down to taking a nipple each into their mouth and sucking. Cassie reached down and began to stroke their cocks, which soon hardened.
This time she took Paul in her mouth, sucking him to his second orgasm, while Rob once again filled her dripping cunt with his cum.
Once they had finished they dressed, and Rob sprayed air freshener while they tidied up.
"Don't want Mandy to suspect anything," said Cassie.
They laughed and kissed, then headed off home.
The next day Rob spoke to Cassie and Paul separately, suggesting that it must be a one off and that it wasn't a good idea for it to happen again. They both agreed, but Cassie had to admit to wanting it to happen again.
A couple of days later they found the temptation too much and after Mandy had left, they found themselves enjoying much more than just an after work drink.
When they had finished, Paul said something interesting.
"I wonder if we can get Mandy involved maybe."
Maybe...
The End.
Was She Submissive?
As she came in from a long day at work, she felt tired and went straight to her room. As she started unbuttoning her blouse she heard a noise she quickly looked around but there was nothing there. Continuing with the task at hand she slowly removed the material from her shoulder and dropped the blouse in the clothes hamper and then with her fingertips reached the snaps and she released her ample bosoms revealing hard nipples as the room had a chill. She had a feeling she was being watched but she knew she was alone in the house. The zipper on her skirt got stuck as she tried to unzip it. She calmly worked with the zipper and it began to move. She slid the miniskirt down her thick thighs and next the lacey panties and stepped out of them.
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