by Ella Hilton
You rise and I think perhaps we are going now, but first you plan to tease me. You find one of the girls – pretty, auburn-haired, a bit more voluptuous than the rest of them, and you pay her for a lapdance. Your eyes tell me I am to watch, silent and still, as this woman writhes her naked body all over you. It is torture - a sweet, delicious torture - as I see your arousal, what she's doing to you, and what it's doing to you to watch me watch you. And I, helpless, cannot touch you or bring you to me until you are ready. I stay where I am like a good kitty, wanting you so badly.
When it's over, you tip the girl and turn to me, giving me a long, deep kiss, all tongue and teeth, and I accept it hungrily. You pull me to my feet and lead me out of the club, attaching the leash again once we are outside. I don't know what you plan for me next, I just follow you.
We end up at a beautiful, goth-inspired bar, filled with interesting, exotic people in their blacks and reds. You stop me outside the doors, tell me to look inside and watch the people. You press up against me as I do this, and whisper in my ear. You tell me to go in alone, and you will follow. I am to look for a man I find attractive, and start up a conversation with him, flirt with him, let him buy me a drink. Let him touch me. And you will watch me, let it go as far as you want, until you wish to stop me. You unhook my leash and send me inside.
I see many pretty boys, the kind that would look good in cages, but they are not really my type. But then I catch the eye of one man, subtle in his gothic look, broad-shouldered, a severe expression on his face. I walk over to the table he's sitting at in the back, and he motions for me to sit down. He gets me a drink – I want cinnamon schnapps, red in the glass, hot on my tongue.
He talks to me, I can hardly focus on what he's saying, knowing that you are only a few feet away, watching. He moves in closer, brushes his hand over my hair, his lips against my cheek. I steal a glance over to you, and you merely nod your head. So I turn my face and the man kisses me – hesitating at first, and when I don't pull away he goes deeper, harder, and his hand is on my shoulder pulling me to him.
And then you are beside me, you take my hand and jerk me to my feet and lead me out of the bar, and I turn and look behind me at the man, who is rather confused, and I smile. Once we are out of the doors, you pull me, roughly, around the corner, into the small space between the buildings, push me hard against the brick wall and kiss me. Your kisses, like no others. You whisper in my ear, "You are mine," and then you hook the leash to my collar and lead me back to the hotel.
When we are back in the room, you tell me to undress, leaving only the collar. You don't ask or make it romantic or want to take my clothes off yourself. You turn your back to me after your demand and set to work on something. When I am naked, you tell me to peel back the covers of the bed, throw the pillows on the floor, and lay down flat on my back on the sheet. I try to ask what you are going to do, but you tell me to stay quiet. You leave me lying like that, vulnerable, exposed, for what feels like a very long time. Finally, you come to me and I see what you have brought for me.
You have candles, small tealight votives, and you place six of them on my body, telling me I must stay very still. Then you produce a bottle of wine and a shallow bowl, and you fill the bowl with dark red wine and place it on my stomach. You tell me that if I let any of the wine spill, I will be punished. Then you light the candles. You have made my body into your altar. You let me stay like that for awhile, just watching, reaching out once to stroke my hair. Then you lean over and lap some of the wine from the bowl, and come to kiss my mouth, letting the wine flow into me as you kiss me.
My body stirs at the touch of your lips, and some of the candlewax from the votives runs down my sides – I flinch, and that only brings more hot wax. You smile at me, somewhat viciously. I struggle to not let the wine spill too. But the heat from the candles is getting to be too much, and I squirm a little, and a few drops of wine slip over the rim of the bowl. Your eyes go dark.
You blow out all the candles suddenly, and take them off of me, and then take the bowl as well. You tell me to roll over onto my stomach. I hear rustling sounds as you search for something in your bag, and my body tenses all over. Then you approach me, and slide something smooth and flat along the whole length of me, from my shoulders to my calves. Then there is a sharp *smack* and a searing pain right above my ass, and I know what you have is a paddle. You continue to strike me with the paddle, all along my body – I never know where the next blow will come. The pain burns and leaves red blotches behind. I whimper, but I do not protest and I do not plead with you to stop. You did warn me, after all, and I accept my punishment by your hand.
Slowly I realize you have stopped, and the pain is receding. Then your hands are on me, gently caressing all the places the paddle hit, and your kisses follow. I relax and submit to your tenderness as fully as I had to your violence.
Eventually, you turn me over and kiss the front of my body as well. Then you lift me up, kissing me on the mouth, and lead me into the bathroom. You remove my collar so I am fully bare. You take off your own clothes and we are standing naked together. You turn on the shower, hot, and motion for me to get in, following me. You softly wash my body, my hair, and kiss me some more. You tell me to close my eyes as your hands explore my body. I am facing away from you, my back pushed into you. You play with my nipple with one hand, and slide the other down, across my hips, between my thighs. I am already wet there, ready for your touch.
You caress me like this for awhile, and then suddenly take your hand away and push me away from you a little, so that my hands are resting on the shower wall and I am bent over slightly. You run one finger down my back, slowly, until you get to the curve of my ass, and then pause. You slide your finger between my cheeks and then, very gently, work your way further. I inhale sharply as you enter me there, and part of me wants to pull away, but I don't. I am yours do to with what you please, and I know that you will take good care of me. Slowly, I relax to your touch, and you slide another finger into me.
After awhile, you stop, pull your hand from me and turn me around, kissing me deeply on the mouth. You whisper in my ear that I have been a good girl and that now you will show me your appreciation. We wash up, rinse off and get out of the shower. You take the towel and dry me off, then stand behind me and brush my hair smooth. Then you dry yourself off and lead me back to bed.
You put the pillows back and pull up the covers a little and tell me to lay down on my back. Then you are on top of me, kissing your way down my body. You push my legs apart and kiss me there too, and you don't stop. The feel of your tongue is exquisite. I lay there, completely relaxed, as you bring me to orgasm with your mouth, and it is beautiful.
Afterwards, you lay next to me, running your hand lazily over my body, kissing me, and you look into my eyes and I know, with every atom of my being, that I am yours.
Forboding Reality
The club was alive tonight. Like a living creature the veins of vitality flow, pulsing throngs of people entertaining themselves to the beat of a dark sound. The flowing music washed over Tasha, the very touch of it's sonic wave upon her ears excited her. Perhaps the beat of the bass line was making that exciting tingle cross her flesh. Her body seemed to respond in way's she didn't expect. This was her first time to try the cliché drug of Ecstasy.
Lights began to poor forth, like water to a dying man, her eyes drank upon the bursting rainbow. The very appearance of the lights made her brain react violently. Her body spasmed, moving in the undulating rhythms of the music. She felt the crowd around her, she knew they were there, but somehow they were apart from her. She felt a rush of exhilaration, she was alone, by herself amidst all these people.
She continued moving, but became suddenly more aware of herself than she had been before. Looking down, her eyes flashed, their gentle translucent grey sparkling in the lights that flowed. Her flesh looked much different, but in her Mind's Eye, she could see herself clearly. Her pale flesh, untouched by the ra
vages of the sun, her black lipstick covering her lips. She could feel the compression of her satin bra across her breasts. The fishnet covering it hiding little, but enough that one could not clearly see the tops of her nipples, peeking out shyly from the top of her bodice.
She felt the press of her PVC pants against her flesh more acutely. She knew someone was touching her, the fingers felt thick, strong digits were pressing her flesh tightly. The mere presence of another in her small bubble of self-reality was intoxicating of herself. The undulating crowd seemed to dim to her grey eyes, becoming a blur of unrealistism, mundane. Turning around she felt the fingers drag to her lower stomach.
Her flesh prickled as the fingers curled upward right under her navel. She gasped softly, feeling the precision of his fingers. They felt cold though, unreal, as if they did not really belong to a human. Looking at him she saw beauty in his face, not the common masculinity of a young male. His cheeks angled sharply, face devoid of any fat, angular and delicate. His eyes were an unrelieved mixture of grey and blue, they seemed to change colors to her even as she watched, first misty then firm, at once the sky and ground. Blue for the lovely day, and grey for the granite, like steel that was burnished.
Her lips parted slightly, only as another light groan passed her lips. His fingers slowly snaked their way down, across her exposed flesh, under her shirt. She could feel the tug on her pants. More of the mundane crowd rushed around them, but still apart from her. She could no longer feel their presence, or even their touch against her. Right now he was all that mattered.
His torso was clad in a thin mesh with a spiderweb design. Underneath it she could see his abdomen. His stomach was strong, rippling muscles obvious. The lights around them changed, black lights flashing in coordination with bright hues. It was all quite psychedelic, yet that didn't matter to her, it only intensified the lines on his face. She realized, somewhere deep in her mind that she didn't even know who this was, just some guy she had just met at this club.
His fingers penetrated beneath her pants, rubbing against her newly shaved flesh. The sensations that coursed through her were quite different now, more alluring, and even more intoxicating. She slowly began to realize that even he was dwindling in her vision, turning more unknown even than that of the crowd. This time she didn't feel that this was because he was below her, she realized that it was because he was above her.
Her lips remained slightly parted, she could feel the cool air flowing from the air conditioning ducts brush across her face. The soft touch of his other hand against the back of her neck, pushing her silky black hair away from her neck. His fingers began to move in small convoluted circles, massaging her.
He leaned forward, his lips pressing into her, right beneath her earlobe. He whispered gently to her, "Speak not, lovely, just close your eyes and feel."
She wanted to do as he asked, but his tongue flicked against her earlobe, pushing it up, the warm moisture making her body react on it's own accord. She felt the flesh around his fingers turn slightly moist, warming to his touch. He ran his fingers down further, pushing the hood of her clit down against her.
The gasp that came from her mouth was no longer soft, it was more urgent. It was lost upon her that they were in the middle of a crowd of people. The techno beat of the industrial music continued to make her body throb in time. As the throbbing spread, she felt his fingers press tighter against her clit. The index finger and thumb of his long-fingered hand ran in small circles against her.
A slow warmth kindled against her flesh, the juice of her pussy flowing out of her love canal. Her urgency rose, pushing her to reach out and touch him. His flesh was cool, not like her feverishly warm hands. She gripped into his flesh, pulling against it, as he pulled her face further away from his. Bending her slightly, she felt the strain upon her muscles, causing more of her own weight to push against his fingers, as they continued their dance against her clit.
She became aware that the warm juice of her pussy was no longer building up in her. It was making a warm trickle down her leg. Her voice began to drone, sonorous, she couldn't bring it to have any inflection. To her, the power of her experience began to take effect. Her body must be glowing, abdominal muscles beginning to flex underneath her flat stomach. The rippling motions of her muscles seemed to all be directed to her clit. The feeling there was the center of her being.
His index finger continued to push against her clit, pressing in on it, slowly working it in circles. Her voice up again, moans becoming even louder than before. They attracted little attention, but those who did found themselves excited. Her hair fanned behind her, bent backwards, but supported by his strong arms. Her pussy throbbing, each beat releasing more of her cum from inside.
Then in one terrifying moment it all came upon her. The throbbing music, the pulsing of her flesh against his touch. The pressure in her back, the ache of her sex, all of it burst upon her at once. The tingle across her body blossomed, her voice screamed out, but in the club, with the loud industrial music blaring, it was lost in the sound of the gathering. Her nipples pressed against her bra, tightening.
Her hands clawed at the air, trying to find a release for this pressure, this joy within her. More juice flowed out of her pussy, bathing his fingers in her internal warmth. His fingertips began to press more urgently against the walls of her sex, inside. The flesh there bent and flexed with the throb exploding through her body. It came to her dimly that her face was covered with sweat. Her flesh was burning, her eyes were rolling, she couldn't see, she didn't care.
Her back arched even more, in her shoes her toes began to claw just as her hands did. She thrashed against his grasp, pulling against him as she forced her hips forward, her pussy pressing with her weight and strength against her. In one shattering moment it culminated beyond her previous expectations. Her back was already arched as far as it could, her body moving as urgently against his hands, his own hands still holding her tight.
"Ah, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," her voice exploded out of her throat with a feral growl. She heard a soft laugh come from the man, as he leaned forward, his mouth seemed to be near her ear, but how, if she was bent so far back?
"Oh yes, lovely, you are such a bad girl, do you want to be fucked?" he asked her gently, his voice soft, and attractive.
"Oh God, yes, please, please fuck me."
She didn't know if he responded, her own moans drowning out any sound. The roar in her clit taking over her conscious. She felt something in her hands, crumpling to her touch. She squeezed, trying to release this tension in her body. The tension seemed to flow out into the air around her. She screamed out again, her muscles quivering, her body wanting to explode. Blood screamed in her ears, as she felt the heat of her body, how could she stand it? She didn't know.
Her screams turned into panting moans, and the moans slowly died away, she was trembling, every muscle was weak. Her knee's shook as she sank to them. Then abruptly she looked around, where did that guy go? Those in the crowd looked all the same, where had he gone? She couldn't close her mouth or focus her eyes, everything in her was shaking. She felt the crotch of her pants, the warmth that had leaked out. She could feel it on her leg. What had happened... She couldn't tell.
"Hey, what are you doing down there?" a familiar voice asked her. Looking up she saw her friend, Alice. Alice looked much like her, with long black hair, and fishnet on.
"I... where did that guy go?" she asked Alice, her voice pleading, she so wanted to find him again.
"What guy, I was only gone for a few minutes, I had to use the bathroom..." Alice's voice trailed off in her mind, suddenly she felt alone again.. Her muscles quivered again...
The End.
Ending Our Evening
My dear, shall I describe to you what has been in my thoughts lately and what I want to share with you? I would love to take you out for a romantic dinner in a dim out of the way restaurant. Our evening would be filled with long stares into each other’s eyes. As
our evening concludes and we bring ourselves to the door of our hotel room, I lead you inside, close the door, and turn to lean you against it.
Knowing what little you wear under the sexy skirt that had been teasing me all evening…the one I so resisted sliding my hand inside to caress your soft thighs, I would no longer resist but would instead, kiss your mouth softly, then kneel before you. You wonder just for a moment what I am up to, then, realizing, permit me to take over.
Your cooperation is soon rewarded as you feel my tongue parting your lips…flicking gently at your clit…feeling it harden as I softly and gently stroked it up and down…back and forth…my lips kissing it…taking it tenderly between them, and tugging your stiffening clit so gently until I could no longer resist. I spread my lips wide as if to completely gobble up your pussy. My mouth sucks your clit in fully and my tongue extends deep to explore inside you…tasting you…drinking you in with my hands moving up and down your legs which I feel are beginning to weaken and wobble.
