It was as she turned away from the window, heading towards the shower that she saw them. A pile of unopened letters by her door. Clearly in her rather confused and naked state she missed them when she'd arrived back the night before. Amongst the usual collection of bills and junk mail was one package that had caught Laura's eye. She wasn't expecting anything like that and the deep black wrapping was certainly unusual.
She hurried over and bent down to pick it up, a particularly large lump of cum sliding off her nipple and hitting the ground as she did so. The black wrapping seemed to be made of a weird thin leather, it was most strange. On one side her name was written in a silver ink but there was no address or stamps.
Extremely curious she began to tear at the wrapping, it quickly became clear that it was book though obviously no trashy paperback. It was a thick hardback with a cover made of a deep blue leather with no title written on it though several strange geometric shapes were inscribed in a dark red ink. Laura flipped it open at the first page, there was a note on the first page:
Laura,
I hope you will appreciate this gift I send you. My life has taken an interesting turn of late and I began to think that my lonely, single cousin might enjoy some of what I have been experiencing. So have a read and see what you think, simply do what the book tells you if you like the sound of it and if not, just burn the book. I have plenty more were this came from.
Your Loving Cousin, Dani
PS -- The book has some power so might attract some "attention" but I'm sure you'll cope with it.
Laura quickly flicked over a few pages and it confirmed what she'd expected. The book was full of descriptions and images of magic and monsters. Quite what had happened to her cousin, Dani or how she had found out about the demons Laura couldn't guess but she was eternally grateful for Dani sending her the book. Dani was a little older than Laura but they had been close as teenagers and being that age has spent most of their time talking about sex. Sure it hadn't exactly turned to discussing being fucked by demons but obviously Dani had realised that Laura had the same slutty desires as she did and decided to share.
Much happier things now had an explanation Laura sat down on her couch, the cum on her pert arse squelching into the fabric, and began to read the book. Predictably she started by really concentrating on the disgusting images of demons coupling with human women and within a couple of minutes her fingers were delving into her jism filled pussy.
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For a three days straight Laura had stayed at home reading the ancient tome. She was utterly fascinated by the strange tales, images and spells inside. In fact fascinated wasn't quite the term she would use -- extremely turned on was a better description. In the three days she'd barely washed, slept or ate just read the book and masturbated most of the time whilst she did so. Disappointingly no more demons turned up but her fingers at least kept the worst of her lusts in check.
She'd learned much about magic, demons and hell. For a start she'd learned the octopus demon she'd fucked in the parking garage was called an Octphibian and that she'd been lucky, or perhaps unlucky, in that they usually take their victims for days of rutting not just a couple of hours. She liked to think she'd just been too much for it.
The book had also described that the wolf monster was called a Wolfen and were often the pets of Demon Princes. What one was doing here on earth she couldn't say.
There was pages and pages on the various demon creatures that until a few days before she would have considered fiction and it was these she found most "fascinating" as many of the species seemed to enjoy fucking human women and the book went it exquisite detail as to what that was like.
There were also pages and pages of spells. Many were to summon the demons described and Laura was deeply tempted to try one but a being a little concerned about summoning an uncontrolled demon if she cast it wrong she started with something simpler - a spell to cause someone to become a sexual target for demons and magic. It seemed a little mean but the book ensured her they would enjoy themselves and she certainly had been having fun so wasn't too concerned.
The spell only required a short invocation but also an image of the target. Keen to get on with the deeper magic she grabbed the first photo she had to hand. Which was one of her three best friends Karen, Emma and Kim. She uttered the magic words and the spell seemed to work or at least nothing went wrong so Laura decided she was ready for something more powerful.
After that she had spent most of the next two hours reading and wanking over several of the dirtier monster descriptions trying to decide which to summon. She'd got a bit carried away and now lay back on her bed, totally naked, half asleep, a sheen of sweat and her own juices glistening on her skin.
She suddenly shot awake when her doorbell rang. Instantly she remembered that days ago she'd arranged for Karen to come over for dinner. She'd have to let her in and wondered if she would be able to tell if the spell had worked.
Hurriedly she pulled on her short black skirt and green t-shirt and brushed her hair into place as best she could. She had no time for underwear or to hide the book so slammed her bedroom door shut as the strode to the front door, the bell chiming again as she did so.
The End.
Playtime Just Got Serious
SMACK! What the HELL?
I am instantly wide awake but totally and thoroughly disoriented, my entire body in fight / flight mode as I see my husband's waist at the side of our bed just before he places a mask over my eyes and I feel the sheets being yanked down and a pair of hands (not his?) grab my ankles and pull my legs down and apart while he pins my right arm with and I feel cuffs go around my ankles. My husband, Ricky, is now straddling my back and as I open my mouth to ask what in the Hell is going on, he places a small O gag in my mouth. As usual, I am lying on my stomach with my left arm pinned slightly under my body. As I struggle to release my left arm, to see what I can do about the mask and the gag, he takes my arm out from under me and I feel the cuff go around my left wrist as he stretches out my arm while getting off of me while the other person does the same to my right wrist. What The Hell?.
And so, it begins.
As I lift my head up, still thinking somehow that I am going to resist Whatever is happening to me, I feel another soft headband go around my eyes and as it is adjusted, I hear the music playing. Then, a pillow goes under my hips, raising my ass in the air, and I hear Ricky's voice, in a weirdly disembodied way, on the headset as he starts to explain, partially, what I am about to experience.
"Well, Annie, I decided the time for talking about this was over and now it is time to see how submissive you really can be."
Under my mask, my eyes are wide. I can't talk, I can't move, and I know there is (was?) another person in the room -- the one who grabbed my ankles. What on earth is going on? We certainly have never discussed Anything like this. We have been together for six years, married for almost four and while we had played around with what I call "light BDSM" -- what was happening now was clearly way over the top of anything we had ever role-played, discussed, or teased about. I am stunned.
My mind is in overdrive, and so is my body and my breathing. What day is it? Oh my god, it is Tuesday, a work day. I have three meetings scheduled. I have to pee. Who is the other person in the room? How are the kids going to get to school? What time is it? So many questions going rapid fire through my brain and I have no way to ask them or get them answered. I start to breathe rapidly and shallowly. The music is pounding in my ears, and other than the one sentence, I have no explanation and I have no idea what is about to happen.
A few minutes pass and I am well and truly entering panic mode. The next thing out of his mouth shocks me. "Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when I asked you to start sleeping completely naked and you told me you would? And then you did, for a few nights. And yet the last week or so you've been getting up at some point and putting your panties on. That does not make me happy. And so, you will be punished for that."
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What on earth is he Talking about? Punished? Agreements? I can sleep however I damn well want to and he knows I am not keen on sleeping naked. WHACK! OH MY god, did he just SPANK me? I just now realize that there are no pillows on the bed and I don't feel the comforter or the sheet. I am laying face down, in my own bed, with my ankles cuffed and legs spread apart, with no idea how they are attached, with a pillow under my hips, ass in the air (with what he calls "grandma panties" on) with my arms straight off to the sides, wrists cuffed and bound. I am blindfolded, gagged (which is causing me to drool a bit -- why is this the thing that is bothering me the most), and I can't hear anything except this music (wait, what is this, Enigma? No, it's some other deep base techno-house sounding stuff I am not wild about but that I know he likes), and Ricky's voice.
Every fiber in my body is awake, alert and I do not believe this, but I am wet, and I mean really wet -- I can feel the crotch of my panties.
I am slightly scared, definitely surprised, pissed, and totally confused.
A few seconds (minutes?) pass and I am wondering what is going to happen to me. Ricky knows my "spanking" fantasy, or at least a small part of it, but I've never been brave enough to tell him all of it, even though he has asked. It's almost as if he is reading my mind, because at that moment, he hits my ass with what feels like an actual round paddle, the kind they used to use in school. He hits me twice, once on each side. The force he uses makes me groan.
"Ok Annie, now that I have your complete and undivided attention, I am going to tell you a few things. First, I have the video camera set up. You will watch all of this later, at a time of my choosing."
He lets that sink in for a few seconds, and hits me again -- although this time not as hard. What?? He knows I do NOT like the idea of being filmed or photographed in any way. The one time he tried this before I was not happy and he knew it -- even though he said it turned him on, I was not pleased.
"Second, I meant it when I said I want you sleeping naked." At this point he rips the 'grandma panties' off and discovers just how wet I am, which amuses him -- I hear it in his chuckle and seems to fuel him. Suddenly I feel the crotch of my panties held over my nose for a few seconds.
"ah... smell that. I know you are probably seven kinds of pissed right now, but your body tells me you are also aroused. Good."
And then the spanking starts again. I can't talk, I can't see, and I have No idea if there is still another person in the room -- who the hell is that Anyway? He slowly and very deliberately starts to count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Six. (I will later realize this is once for each day I didn't sleep naked) Ouch -- son of a bitch -- this hurts. Why am I so damn wet?
And then, nothing, except the music. I feel a warm towel draped over my shoulders and back and the sheet is draped over my legs. My ass is left bare and in the air.
And, then his voice,
"I am going to leave for a while now. I am going to take the kids to school and you are going to stay here, like this. The camera is rolling. You Will Not Leave this bed. The other person, whose hands you felt earlier, is still here, and you will be watched until I return."
What the Fuck? I am starting to get angry, and still not sure if this is happening, or if it is a dream. The next thing that happens lets me know I am most definitely not dreaming.
Ricky puts a vibrator inside me, turns it to low (I think? This is a new thing -- I've never felt anything like it -- it's slick, and very heavy) and I can feel warm lubricant on my ass. I know the shape of the glass butterfly butt plug that I bought as a joke (and have never used, I didn't even know he knew I had it in the toy bag) and I quickly realize that is what he has just put in me.
I am beyond astounded at this point. And then he wraps the black bondage tape that he likes around my waist and between my legs and adjusts the pillow under my hips. I want to squirm away, but there is no way I can and when I try, he pinches me, pretty hard and lays the paddle on the back of my leg (a warning?!)
"That will keep you busy. Enjoy. When I return, I will tell you how you will use a safeword, or actually gesture, since you can't and won't be allowed to, talk, during this scene. I have already called your secretary and informed her that you have laryngitis and won't be in today. Please think about what will happen when I return."
I think my husband has just stepped it up a notch in playtime.
The End.
Turning Japanese
First a bit of info about Oni, for those who've never heard of them:
Oni (?) are creatures from Japanese myth, variously translated as demons, devils, ogres or trolls. They are popular characters in Japanese art, literature and theatre. Statues of Oni can be found throughout Japan.
Depictions of Oni vary widely but usually portray them as hideous, gigantic creatures with fangs, sharp claws, wild hair, and two long horns growing from their heads. They are humanoid for the most part, but occasionally, they are shown with unnatural features such as odd numbers of eyes or extra fingers and toes. Their skin may be any number of colours, but red and blue are particularly common.
They are often depicted wearing tiger-skin loincloths and carrying iron clubs, called kanabo.
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Once long ago, there were two Oni of friendly character, one was red and the other blue. The red Oni longed to be friends with the town's people but they recoiled in fear and revulsion at the sight of him each time he tried to intervene. The blue Oni decided to help. He was to attack the town and the red Oni was to come and save them. The plan worked and the townspeople loved the red Oni. Over time it was the blue Oni who became the town's mascot as his act of kindness had changed people's opinion about Oni in the first place. To the present day now and the blue Oni had decided that the time had come for him to return to the little town he remembered from that age long past...
Takamatsu was the capital of Kagawa Prefecture, the smallest prefecture in Japan. Caitlin was living on the northern side of the island of Shikoku. She'd been working here for six months now teaching English and had settled in well. Her small flat overlooked the beach. The beach itself provided quite a view of the sunset and in the warm summer months a great place to sit and listen to music and think.
On her way back from work, Caitlin passed by the cake shop by the station. The cupcakes always looked so tempting though she'd resisted buying some. Today was different and she bought a box of four to enjoy. To hell with dieting, you had to have some pleasures in life.
Caitlin decided to take the scenic walk home for a change. Being cooped up in a stuffy classroom all day had left her feeling stifled. The high humidity of Japanese summer was a world away from the cold and damp of the UK. Though it had been hard work, she didn't miss London and its stressed-out way of life one bit. She was still getting used to the customs and quaint little ways of her neighbours. There had been a lot of talk about strange demons or ogres called Oni this week. Caitlin found the stories of these beings amusing but hadn't read too much into them. Walking through the park she passed the large stone Oni statue that had greeted her many times before and headed towards the river.
She could smell the clean, refreshing scent of the water before she could see it, and then hear its gentle babbling voice just before it came into view. A peaceful sensation washed over Caitlin as she watched the river in its urgency, continuing down its path without cessation. She looked round. Unusual for this time of day, the park appeared to be completely deserted. In a sudden burst of spontaneity, she set the box of cupcakes down and kicked off her shoes, wading into the shallow water. She gasped at first at the frigid temperature, a prickling of goosebumps pimpling over her flesh at the unexpected cold. She shook her long blonde hair, took a few deep breaths as her body adjusted, giggling a little as her toes settled into the squishy black river mud and sent up little puffy clouds of debris that travelled down-stream and were washed away out of sight.
A songbird broke into its chipper melody somewhere in the trees above her, and she looked up, a sincere smile
slowly spreading itself across her lips. She waded a few feet over to a large, flat stone and sat down, feeling peaceful and content as the water rushed about her calves. There had not been a moment's peace since last weekend.
She made a little game of sweeping her foot as rapidly as she could through the water and then kicking high, sending an arc of droplets through the air to land on the opposite bank, making a sound like rainfall as they hit the foliage. The river wasn't overly wide, and she laughed again, trying to beat her own record and make each splash of water travel further than the last. Sometimes you just had to let go and act like a kid again.
A low growl pulled her from her reverie, and she stood up, startled, the water pooling on the surface of the rock as it dripped from her legs and the hem of her dress. She looked around her surroundings in apprehension, trying to still the flutter of her heart by insisting that it was only someone's dog she'd heard.
It was then that she saw the Oni...
He was kneeling at the bank on the other side of the river, and he was very still. Blue-skinned, white haired...it wasn't someone cosplaying but a real creature. She inhaled quickly, her hands flying to her mouth, frozen to the spot in sheer terror.
"Oh my God...who...what the hell is that?"
A small cry escaped her throat, and the Oni tilted his head to one side very slowly, almost as if in curiosity. I'm going to die, she thought, and the idea made her tremble. I'm going to die. Her breathing was rapid and tremulous, her hands quaking as she stared at the Oni that would be her killer, and he stared in return, like a great cat stalking its prey.
Suddenly the nearby bird belted forth its jovial song once more, and for a split second the creature's eyes shifted upwards. In that moment, Caitlin found her courage, and her feet, and she turned, grabbed her shoes and ran as fast as she could towards the exit of the park. In her haste, she'd forgotten the box of cupcakes on the riverbank...
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