River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations

by Anthology

  Her chuckle is a snort, “You’re crazy, Libby. Look at you. You are one classy chick,” she rummages with one hand in her bag retrieving a silver cylinder with a pink ribbon. “Little gift. Put on that red lipstick, celebrate being a hot momma, Libby.”

  I pull down her visor to apply the red stain. Well, not too shabby, I laugh inwardly. Though my hair is white, it’s perfectly styled. The old skin has its color back and smooth enough with just a few laugh lines around my eyes. I suppose that I have held up pretty well.

  There is a sense of contentment as we roll into my driveway. I open the car door, and straighten my black slacks and white top. I have no clue why Akiyo picked this outfit to bring me instead of some of my yoga pants. She has retrieved my little bag from the car and is slowly following me up the walk to the door. I turn the key in the lock opening the door. All the familiar smells float to me letting me know I am indeed free from the sterile hospital and home. I take two steps inside, waiting for Akiyo to follow. Instead, she just places my bag on the floor inside the door.

  “Give me a call later, Libby.”

  I am confused, “You’re not coming in? Akiyo, after all you’ve done, let me fix you something to eat or tea or…”

  Akiyo’s smile is from ear to ear, all white teeth shining as she peers over my shoulder and shakes her head, “No, Libby, later!” And she turns and skips to her car before I can get another word out.

  “Oh well,” I close the door and walk around the foyer immersed in the familiarity. I do not even feel as though I have been gone for well over a month. Entering the sitting room, I am stopped in my tracks.

  Those forest green eyes, a ghost from the past, a ghost that I never thought I would see again. The years have been especially kind to him, as it is to many men. Though his hair is grayed, and his face a little more weathered, there is no denying him.

  “How?” is almost imperceptible.

  I am frozen, so he makes the trek to me. He nods to the door, “Your friend, Akiyo, she found me. These young people know all the ways to find anyone with the internet now it seems. You mentioning that you remembered that I was from Toronto, helped narrow the search, I guess, according to her. I’m glad she did find me,” he smiles, and his face is warm and shows an authentic happiness. “We had quite a few interesting conversations, Libby. You see, I thought there was no chance for me after that night. I approached Jimi, hoping the two of you were not seriously attached. I wanted to somehow steal you away from him. He made it clear that you were his. In fact, he told me that you were married to him, and that night was a special circumstance. He told me I was to never come near you again. If I had known that he was lying and you were not married yet, nothing could have stopped me from pursuing you, Libby.” Rodney raises a single perfect red rose between us. “Through all of these years, I have never stopped thinking about you and that night.” The velvet petals stroke my cheek as his words flow like warm water over my skin. “When, Akiyo expressed that you, perhaps felt the same and suggested that I come, I didn’t hesitate. I meant it when I told you were flawless, and I wanted you, Libby. I still do.”

  My breathing is labored, short little airy gasps, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the condition that I have suffered through. His fingers hold the blood red rose to me in offering. Gently I steal it away and breathe in its heady fragrance.

  “Libby?” his voice is stern.

  “Yes,” I nod.

  Rodney’s hands travel to his waist around the buckle of his black leather belt, beginning to loosen it. “I’d like to take up where we left off.”

  Through the ages, I never thought I would be able to say this to him again, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  THE END

  First Journey. Second Thoughts

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Is the blindfold on tight enough?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now I want you to empty your mind of any thoughts, any fears and any feelings of inhibition. You lie naked in front of me, your Sir, baring your soul, your lust, your passion and your pleasure. Lia, I have been your Sir for several months now. My main concern is to make sure you are well taken care of. That you feel comfortable not only with me but with your own sexuality. You know I would never ask you to do anything that you didn’t want to do, but I will push you to find pleasure that you never knew existed. So now, I want you to take both of your hands and starting at your neck, slowly touch your body as if they were my hands. Allow your body to feel both pain and pleasure until you can no longer tell the difference between the two. I want you to feel your pussy; explore it; insert your fingers as if it’s my cock inside of you fucking you long and hard. I want you to beg me to let you cum. To plead with me as tears run down your face and your legs are shaking from holding in your orgasm. You will continue to finger fuck yourself and rub your clit until I decide if you are allowed to cum. As with anything I ask of you, if you do not follow my instructions precisely, a punishment will be issued.”

  “Are my instructions clear and understood?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Now, start at your neck and work slowly down your body. Caressing your skin as I would. Open your body to me and let me feel what you feel.”

  My fingers lightly caress my neck. Subconsciously I turn my head to the right, allowing more of my neck to be exposed; hungering for the touch of soft lips making their way from the shell of my ear to the dip of my shoulder.

  My hands lower to my breasts. I cup them both as if feeling their weight for the first time. I bring my left breast up to my mouth and circle the nipple with my tongue. Instantly the skin draws up and begins to pebble. My nipple hardens and I take the tip into my mouth and begin to suck on it. A small moan escapes my mouth as I gently nip at it with my teeth. That small amount of pain sends a feeling of pleasure straight to my core and I immediately feel the wetness between my legs. I never knew touching myself could make my pussy so wet. As I continue to twist and lick my nipple; I slip my right hand down to my pussy. My legs automatically open and I feel the rush of cool air against the wetness, making my body shiver. Ever so lightly, I run a single finger along the slit of my lips, opening myself totally to my Sir. I dip a finger into the flowing juices and bring it up to my clit, circling it gently at first, enjoying that first touch. Gradually I add more pressure until it is taut and feels like it will explode. My other hand slides down and I push two fingers inside. As I start finger fucking myself, my hips push up to get them deeper. I am so wet that I can hear the suction as my fingers go in and out of my pussy. I can feel my orgasm starting, but I need that extra push of pain to push me over the top. Rolling over on my stomach; I place my head on the bed and my ass in the air. Spreading my legs as wide as they will go, I am giving all of me to Sir. My nipples are sore as they rub against the sheet, but it’s a sweet pain. My hands go back to my pussy, now inserting three fingers in me, along with rubbing my clit. My hips are now pushing down on my fingers, almost as if I am fucking them. Suddenly my orgasm overtakes me and instead of slowing down, I fuck myself in a frantic pace, wanting this orgasm to last as long as it can. My legs are tired and my hands are tired, but I continue just to get that last rush, that ecstatic feeling you get when you orgasm. Finally I can’t keep it up any longer. I’m exhausted and sweating and my heart is beating so quickly that I feel like I will pass out at any moment. I roll on my back to catch my breath. And as I pull my fingers out, I smear them with as much of my juices as I can, bringing my hand to my lips and slowly sucking on each finger, not missing a single drop of my sweetness.

  “Lia?”

  “Hmmmmmm?”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Words cannot describe how I feel. I’m elated, yet exhausted. It’s the best orgasm that I have ever had and it felt like it went on forever. In my mind, I felt like it was your hands, your cock bringing me this pleasure. I wanted it to be you.”

  “Lia, you surpassed all of my expectations at how well you let go of all of your inhib
itions, knowing that I was watching you. You surrendered every inch of your body to me, without hesitation, giving me the greatest gift any Dom could ask for. But as much as I’m grateful for in your responses; you did not follow my instructions exactly. You were to ask, if not beg me to cum and you did not comply. I know this is your first journey into this lifestyle, but my job, as your Dom, is to guide you and teach you. When you follow my instructions you will be rewarded and when you don’t, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Sir, but I feel like such a disappointment to you.”

  “Lia, you can never be a disappointment to me. A big part of this lifestyle is learning control over your body and my job, as your Dom, is to teach you how. And trust me, I will enjoy every minute of it. Right now, my cock is so hard that it’s painful. There is nothing more I’d rather do than to fuck you until you are screaming my name and begging for me to fuck you even more. But I have to get ready for my business trip this week, and my cock will have to be taken care of later.”

  “Oh Sir, I wish I could go with you. You would wake up every morning with a warm mouth around your cock. Sucking and licking it until you came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. And every night you could go to sleep with your arms around me and your cock nestled inside of me.”

  “Lia, you know there is nothing I’d rather do than to take you with me. Unfortunately, if you were there, I would get absolutely no work done and I’d be walking around with a hard on all day during my meetings. Plus you have your own job to go to. Don’t worry, I’ll stay in touch to make sure you are following your instructions for both your punishment and your other assignments.”

  “After waking up in the morning, I want you to check outside of your front door for a box. In it, you will find several smaller boxes that are numbered with a set of instructions that you must follow exactly. You are not to open any box until the instructions tell you to do so. Are you clear on this?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Do you have any questions or concerns about what we’ve done so far or about your punishment this week? Lia, please feel free to ask me anything. This relationship is based on trust and honesty and I need to make sure you are totally on board with me and that you’re not having any second thoughts.”

  “No Sir. I trust you and know you would never do anything to hurt me. I have never felt so alive nor have I ever felt so in tune with my body. Second thoughts about our relationship have never entered my mind. Please believe me.”

  “I do believe you Lia. I just wanted to make sure as this is your first real punishment. Just try to think of it as a learning tool. You’ll understand more tomorrow. Now go to bed! Sweet dreams Lia.”

  “Goodnight Sir.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  To say that I got a good night’s sleep would be a huge lie. I tossed and turned and couldn’t keep my mind from thinking about what was in store for me. Finally my alarm goes off and I jump out of the bed. I run to the front door, and open it very slowly, peeping around to see if anyone is outside. Reaching down I pick up the box and as I straighten up, I see the creepy guy that lives across the street. He’s getting his newspaper and lifts his hand to say good morning. I grab my box, smile at him and quickly close the door. I don’t know his name; I just know that he gives me the creeps every time he looks at me.

  Setting the box on the table, I just sit and stare at it. There is no postage on it which means Sir dropped it off himself. I know he lives in San Antonio and I live in Selma, a smaller town on the outskirts of San Antonio. So he must have dropped it off on his way out of town.

  Cautiously, I open the box and notice there are several smaller boxes, each labeled with a specific day on them. On the top is an envelope that has ‘Read Me First’ written on it. I take a deep breath and open it.

  My Dearest Lia, enclosed you will find several boxes labeled for a specific day. You will not open them until it is the morning of that day. You will find additional instructions and/or additional items to be used or worn. You will follow these instructions precisely as I have instructed. Any non-compliance will incur additional punishments. There is nothing that I have asked of you that cannot be completed, nor will you be placed in any harmful situation or one that requires a safe word. I will contact you each night for an update on that day’s assignment. I have the upmost confidence in you Lia. I know you will not only succeed but will exceed all of my expectations in each task I give you. I look forward to hearing about your experiences each night. Enjoy! Sir

  I take the box labeled Monday and open it up. Inside is a beautiful double string pearl thong with black lace and a small bow in the back. They are beautiful and one of the nicest gifts anyone has given me. Also in the box is a small tube of cream. The writing on the tube has been covered up, so I have no idea what type of cream it is. It smells like strawberries, so maybe it’s just an added treat with my thong. I open up the small note attached.

  Lia, I hope you like the pearl thong. I can only imagine how it will look on your sweet, tight ass and the pearls running through the lips of your pussy. I assure you, the pearls are water proof. At your first morning break, I want you to go to the ladies room. You are to take the tube of cream with you and apply a fingertip full directly on your clit. Be sure and rub it in good. After that, you are not to touch yourself in any way. Noncompliance will result in an additional punishment. I will contact you tonight at 8 and expect you to only be wearing your thong. Have a great day and I look forward to seeing you tonight. Sir

  The cream goes on my clit? That’s strange, but I have no problem with it. I know this is a punishment, but so far, it doesn’t seem like it will be too bad.

  I jump in the shower and take extra time to shampoo and condition my hair. It’s long, thick and blonde. I’m a natural blonde, even though I don’t have the carpet to match the drapes to prove it. There are a few guys who flirt with me at work, but they seem so self-absorbed and immature. Especially this guy named Evan. He is always stopping by my desk and making cute little remarks trying to get me to go out with him. Maybe if I tell him I like to be tied up and have my pussy smacked; he’ll leave me alone.

  Finally I start to get dressed and slip on the pearl thong. Ahhhh, now I understand the placement of the pearls. When I walk, it’s like having a constant pressure rubbing against my clit. It’s heavenly but I don’t know how I’m going to make it through work without touching myself. Hopefully it will be a slow day and I’ll be sitting a lot. One can only hope.

  I arrive at work and make it to my desk. I’ve got a stack of reports to go through since my boss is on vacation this week. The morning goes quickly and before I know it, I look up and it’s 10:00. Great, I’m ready for a break. Grabbing my purse, I head off to the ladies room. Feeling like a spy or maybe a pervert, I check each stall to make sure that no one else is in here. After making sure the room is clear, I head for the stall at the end and grab the cream. I squeeze a dollop on my finger and start rubbing it on my clit. Fuck that feels so good! Of course I don’t want to stop, but I know this is a punishment and I have to follow Sir’s instructions. I screw the top on and head out of the stall to wash my hands. As I’m standing there, I wonder what this crème is supposed to do. It only takes a minute and then it hits me. My clit literally stands up and begs, no pleads to be rubbed, licked, and caressed until I come over and over. Suddenly I realize that it’s some kind of enhancement crème. The kind that causes blood to rush immediately to my clit. It suddenly feels like it’s one hundred degrees in here and I’m all hot and flushed. I’ve got to get back to my desk and sit down. I rush out of the ladies room and run right into Evan! Fuck my life!

  “Hey Lia, what’s your hurry?” He grabs me by both arms and steadies me against the wall. The longer we stand there, he begins to move in closer until he is pushing his now very hard cock into my very wet pussy.”

  “You look all flushed. Are you ok?”

  I don’t know what to say and I can’t move. Right now I’d like to push
him to the floor, straddle him and fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve got to get away from him, now!

  “I’m fine Evan, just feeling a little sick. I’ll feel much better once I sit down at my desk.” Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

  “Well, if you need anything, anything at all,” while he pushes his cock deeper into me, “just buzz me and I’ll be right there.”

  As I look up at him I notice he has this little smirk on his face like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “Oh, thanks Evan. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  I turn around and almost run back to my desk and quickly sit down. How am I going to last the rest of the day like this? I’ll never be able to concentrate on anything other than my clit and the pearls rubbing against it and Evan’s cock pushing on it. Stop it Lia! Get a hold of yourself! Which is what I would really like to do. Fuck, will this day ever end?

  I finally settle down and start going over those reports for my boss. Evan doesn’t stop by my desk again; thank God! I don’t think I could have restrained myself if he did.

  For the rest of the day, I sit and imagine every office supply being used as a sexual toy. The stapler had definite possibilities, along with paperclips for my nipples and tape for my hands and feet. Face it, I could start a new company teaching people how to use their office supplies as toys while they are at work and wouldn’t have to wait until they got home. That cute pencil topper with the googley eyes and wild hair...a perfect pussy tickler. Sigh...if I could just tickle my pussy right now, I would be happy.

  Finally I look up and it is 5 o’clock and I grab my purse and coat and run out to my car. I didn’t think this day would ever end. Hopefully Sir will finally let me touch myself so I can relieve some of this sexual stress. I’m too nervous to eat anything so I go into my bathroom and freshen up, comb through my hair and re-touch my makeup. When I’m satisfied with how I look, I go over to the computer and turn it and my camera on. I’ve only been there for only four or five minutes when I hear the ping of a message coming through. It’s Sir, so I open it up immediately.