by Asa Akira
As much as she tried to shake it off, Gia felt it was obvious this was her first time. Behind her, it wasn’t as crowded or smoky so she could see exactly what was going on. Whatever it was, it looked scary, painful, mean, and her heart beat fast and her knees weakened. She needed to sit down.
Where’s Renee? she wondered nervously. As her eyes skimmed the room, she saw a big, industrial-like chain hanging from the ceiling and dangling from that were two small, delicate wrists wrapped up in bulky leather cuffs. Instinctively, Gia wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. The woman restrained in cuffs had her head tilted back, and her bare body, scarcely covered in tiny black lingerie, was being whipped, over and over again. It looked painful and her pale skin was turning red, but she didn’t seem to be in discomfort. She hung in what appeared to be ecstasy, moaning and saying, “Thank you.”
Gia wondered how something so brutal could possibly bring pleasure. Her mind flashed back to one sentence.
It starts with pain.
Inching closer, Gia noticed her twisted friend was the one doing the whipping. Renee had definitely come there to play, and wasn’t going to wait for anybody.
It was her element, and she commanded and controlled everything around her. Down next to Renee’s feet was a man, sitting on his knees with his fists planted on the ground. He looked like a determined little dog, proudly guarding his master. Those were the piercing stares she felt. It was apparent his command was to watch over her while his master was occupied. He did that, and more. With lust, he stared at Gia and drooled. He squirmed in his place, as if starting to develop a true fascination with the sight of her legs.
Cautiously, still looking at him, Gia built up the courage to get closer. She knew Renee would give her what she craved. She wanted to try it, suddenly feeling that she needed it, as if her skin were literally aching for it. It had been years since she felt the kind of pleasure that made her moan like the woman. A sense of urgency took over.
“I want to try. Please try that on me,” she begged. “I want to scream. Please, please make me scream like that!”
Renee gazed back at her without saying a word. Not a single hair moved out of place, not a single muscle twitched in her face. She looked grand, tall, majestic. She said so much without saying anything. Gia fell to her knees and begged again. Renee finally smiled and reached her hand out. She placed the whip in the “puppy’s” mouth and began to untie the sexy naked girl from her restraints. The anticipation was growing rapidly and Gia was ecstatic. She clenched her fists until her palms were sweaty and pins and needles ran through her fingers. Her heart was pounding. She opened her fists and touched her breasts with wet palms, feeling her erect nipples poke through her dress. They were hard and sensitive—even the slightest touch felt amazing.
Renee turned around. As she attempted to put on the restraints, she paused, and looked into Gia’s eyes.
“Is this what you really want?”
Gia sat quietly for a second as thousands of questions ran through her mind. Renee grabbed Gia’s chin and shifted the focus to back to her.
“I told you, it starts with pain. Only then will pleasure follow. Are you willing to do that?”
“Yes,” Gia said softly.
Renee gently put her wrists together and tied her up carefully. Then, she peeled Gia’s dress off slowly until Gia was completely exposed. The rattle of the chain above her head awoke her to reality. She was surrounded by many people, oblivious to her, until now. Now, all of them were watching.
Nothing had ever excited her that much.
She was vulnerable, scared, happy, horny, and all of the emotions combined gave her goosebumps on every inch of her skin. It was overwhelming, but there was nowhere to go. The cuffs were tight and all she could do was wait, looking at all the leather masks that were staring back. The surroundings were full of captivating visuals, but she couldn’t focus on any of them. Too many questions were running through her mind.
Is it going to hurt? How much?
And before she could even try to calm herself down—whip!
The first lash brought a burning pain along her back. Gia roared; it was much more intense than she expected. She arched her back and jumped up on her toes as her entire body tensed. The questions in her head were silenced.
As the sharp pain sunk in, warmth covered her back and adrenaline flooded her body. She twitched as the next lash hit her. With every subsequent strike, Gia shook more and more, until she couldn’t control it. All she could do was let pleasure and pain invade her body. Through her own screams and moans Gia heard Renee command, “Lick her clean.”
The man at Renee’s feet crawled slowly towards Gia and began licking her feet. Gia immediately understood that was his treat. Her head rolled back. He wiggled in between her legs spreading them apart, kissing up on her calves and thighs. He was infatuated by the softness of her skin, rubbing his hands almost methodically up and down her legs, making sure not an inch was ignored. His hands were followed by his wet tongue, tasting her skin and looking up for validation. He was eager to please and willing to work hard for it.
Gia got wetter and wetter the closer he got to her pussy. All she could think was grab his head and push it deep in between her legs, but she was helpless; with her hands tied, she couldn’t do anything. She was at the mercy of Renee’s commands to her servant. After what felt like hours but was actually only a few minutes of squirming and pulling on her wrist ties, Gia felt the wet tongue on her pussy lips. She twitched with excitement and burned with desire. He teased her slowly, right in the middle, gently separating her lips and barely touching her clit. She could hear him sniffing her enslaving pussy scent with the appetite of a wild animal.
Suddenly, Renee grabbed the back of his head and pushed him deep in Gia’s pussy.
“Lick it, I said.”
Without hesitation, her servant rubbed his big wide tongue all over Gia’s pussy, repeating the same motion over and over, slurping and eating all of her juices. Gia felt a hot head rush. Her hands were numb and she couldn’t feel anything but the tip of her extremely sensitive clit and his wet and eager tongue all over her.
Coming down from her toes and pushing her pussy down on his face, she begged, “Please don’t stop, please, please don’t stop!”
Her knees gave out and her body flooded with immense pleasure. As Gia hung by her hands and twitched from the last waves of her orgasm, Renee grabbed her tight in her arms and kissed her.
“It is a beautiful thing to see you let go …. Welcome to Insomnia.”
SKINNY DIP
BY MADISON MONTAG
The house was finally silent. Everyone was passed out, drunk from the house party. Tipsy themselves and trying hard to suppress their laughter, Jen and Austin headed to the pool.
“Ever been skinny-dipping?” Austin asked.
“No,” Jen answered truthfully, though her heart was racing with excitement. “But that’s about to change,” she continued.
“Oh yeah? What are we waiting for then?”
Austin flashed his perfect teeth and walked ahead toward the pool before slowly stripping his shirt off, like some kind of model on a photoshoot. Jen couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his toned six-pack. If Austin were a magazine ad, she was certainly buying. Her mouth watered, and she quickly started to get undressed herself. Down to just her panties, she looked up to let Austin know she was ready—when, to her surprise, she realized Austin was completely naked. Suddenly shy and insecure, Jen looked back down. In her past experiences with guys, many of them were … less than accepting of her penis.
“I’ll understand if you want me to keep my panties on,” Jen mumbled, her eyes still on the ground.
Austin walked back and stopped in front of her. He was silent as he gazed admiringly at her succulent breasts and petite body. He bent down and kissed her deeply. Gently, he grabbed her face and looked into her deep brown eyes.
“Jen, you have nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I accept you for who you a
re and wouldn’t change a single thing about you.” He smiled that charming smile once again, and kissed her forehead. Jen melted. Looking into his kind hazel eyes made her feel a little more at ease. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, babe. No pressure,” Austin assured.
Feeling the warmth of his hands on her, Jen got an adrenaline rush like she was on a roller coaster.
“Fuck it!” Stripping off her panties, Jen ran closer to the edge of the pool. She glanced back at Austin. “You coming?” She smirked and dove into the pool.
Austin let out a shout before diving into the pool headfirst, the way only boys can because they had no makeup or hair to worry about. He swam over to Jen, making huge splashes, before pinning her against the side of the pool wall. Laughing, Jen spun around to face him and took a second to let the moment sink in. The summer night air was cool, the water was warm, and the stars were out above them. Above all, here was this gorgeous man, looking at her like she was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever seen.
Okay, moment sunk in.
“Hi.” Jen smiled.
“Hi.” Austin smiled back and stared at her for a moment before slowly leaning in to her face. But rather than kissing her lips again, he nuzzled down to her neck, kissing right below her ear.
How did he know that was her weak spot?
Jen whimpered, now completely helpless, and reached down under the water to grab his cock. To her delight, his dick was fully hard, so hard it throbbed in her hand. Austin grunted then kissed her neck deeper as she started stroking him faster. Moving his own hands from her waist to her ass, he trailed his fingers down … down … down, until finally, he reached her asshole. He teased her, moving his fingers just around the rim. Slowly, gently, with just the right amount of force, he slid one finger in her tight hole.
She moaned in bliss.
“Mmm … you’re really tight,” Austin whispered as he fingered her deeper. “I like that.”
Jen could have orgasmed right then and there, but she held back. She kissed his neck and heard herself uncontrollably groaning with excitement as she felt his thick, eight-inch cock throb in her hand. Stroking him was too thrilling for her to keep quiet.
Austin’s finger slid in and out of Jen’s tight asshole, until finally, he located her G-spot. Jen let out a joyous shriek, and Austin smiled, knowing he had found the magic spot. Pushing up harder, he started finger-banging her faster and faster, then shoved another finger into her deep.
Jen’s eyes rolled back as his fingers opened her up. “Oh my God!” she mumbled in the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
“Yeah?” Austin whispered in her ear as he continued to rub her spot with both fingers.
Jen’s body shook; he was making her feel things she had rarely felt. She was ready to cum—
Suddenly, he stopped. “Head over to the stairs near the edge and bend over for Daddy,” Austin commanded.
Still quivering, Jen slowly swam to the shallow end of the pool towards the stairs. As she felt more comfortable with Austin, she felt more comfortable with herself. He wasn’t grossed out with her being trans or having a penis. In fact, he embraced her cock.
She bent over the stairs and looked back to see Austin emerge from the pool underneath the pale moonlight. She couldn’t help but admire his devilishly handsome looks, fit body, and huge cock. Coming closer, he slapped her ass cheek before bending down to bury his face in her plump ass. As he licked her asshole, Jen felt chills run up from her feet to the top of her head. Austin slowly let his tongue circle around her little hole before finally entering her.
Jen moaned in pleasure as Austin started to lick lower, lower, lower still, until finally he was licking her smooth balls. He gently sucked them with his sloppy wet tongue, as his hand crept around her waist. She knew what was coming. She was ready.
Austin grabbed her waist tightly, firmly, before continuing his glide down until his hand was on her cock. Slowly stroking, the anticipation from all the foreplay had built up and Jen was ready for him to have his way with her.
She turned around to look at him with her puppy dog eyes.
“I want that big cock in my ass, Daddy,” she begged.
“Yeah?” He smiled. “You ready for Daddy to destroy that tight little ass?”
Jen nodded and turned her head back around to the front as Austin spit on her wet asshole. Feeling his hot saliva hit her, she arched her back, sticking her ass out for him to take. She heard him spit again into his own hand, before he slowly started to plunge his hard dick in her. His girthy cock stretched her, opened her, and she loved it. He moved deeper and deeper in her ass. She moaned loudly until Austin covered her mouth.
“Shh!” he said with a laugh. “We don’t want to wake everyone up.”
Not letting himself miss a single stroke, Austin continued to pound Jen from behind. With his hand still over her mouth, he pushed himself balls-deep into her, over and over. Every thrust hit her spot, and with every pound, his balls slapped against hers.
Austin’s breath was starting to get heavier, and Jen could feel he was close to coming.
“Fuck, you feel so good!” he growled in her ear, still muffling her screams of pleasure with his hand. “Take all of this dick. I’m getting close.”
Jen’s cock was rock hard and leaking precum from feeling every inch of his big dick gliding in and out of her. Now, too turned on to care about waking anyone up, Austin let go of her mouth and grabbed her hips, pushing himself deep, as far as he could into her. As each thrust hit her G-spot, Jen came closer to coming.
“Don’t stop, Daddy!” she yelled. “Oh my God!”
Her knees shook as Austin continued fucking her with all his might. He pounded her so hard, her whole body moved as limply as a rag doll. His cock punched her prostate, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Jen grabbed the edge of the pool as she started to cum, hands-free, with Austin still fucking her senseless. She clenched her tight hole even tighter on his dick as she came.
“Fuck!” Austin shouted, and Jen knew he was feeling the tightness around his cock. He pulled her hair and thrusted harder, until he also could no longer contain himself.
Jen felt his hot cum shoot inside her ass, filling her up, the warmth spreading inside her. Still in shock, Jen smiled. She had never cum hands-free before.
“Wow!” Jen said, bringing her hands up to her face. “That was intense!”
“Did you like it?” Austin smiled.
“Hell yes!” She laughed.
Just then, a door creaked.
“Did you hear that?” Jen asked nervously.
They looked around and noticed the lights were on in the house.
“Lets get our clothes and hide out in the pool house.” Austin jumped out of the water, then bent down to lift Jen out with one easy swoop.
They were frantically gathering their clothes when the pool lights came on. Jen panicked for a second, until Austin grabbed her hand, assuring her with a smile. They ran towards the pool house, giggling along the way.
“I guess we woke the house up.” Austin chuckled.
Jen blushed, thankful it was dark enough that he probably couldn’t tell.
Once safe in the pool house, Austin sat down on the sofa and motioned for Jen to come snuggle in his arms.
“So how was that for your first time skinny-dipping?” he asked.
Jen rested her head on his shoulder, smiling. “New, but definitely an experience,” she replied.
“I hope it was a good one.” Jen could hear he was smiling.
“Definitely an experience I’ll never forget,” she replied, and sank into the sofa with him in post-coital bliss.
VESSEL
BY MISSY MARTINEZ
My eyes open. I’m blinded by a light so white, so pure it’s heavenly. Suddenly, I’m being raised up. A hospital bed. A white and sterile room. There are three men and two women huddled around a clipboard. I can’t feel my body, but I am calm. Looking down, I can see I’m in a hospital gown.
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p; What happened?
Two burly men hulk through the door wheeling a dolly. Time to go. I’m taken down a series of dizzying corridors until the blinding light of being outside embraces my body. I’m loaded into a large truck, and the metal door slams with a deafening clang.
Darkness.
I don’t know how much time has passed. The door opens and I am wheeled out by the two men. Quickly, I try to scan my surroundings.
A high rise building.
Chandeliers.
Doormen.
I’m pushed into the elevator and we ride straight to the top. Penthouse. A well-dressed man greets us the second the elevator doors open. I try to look at his face, but I’m only able to focus on his mouth. I can’t look at his eyes, nose, body.
Mouth.
As I stare, he signs some papers and I am his.
He wheels me into his loft. Wall to wall concrete. It’s cold. Lifting me off of the dolly, he then sits me on a soft, cigar-brown, calf-leather couch. I still cannot move.
Then I feel his soft hands on the small of my neck. Hands that have never touched dirt. He sweeps my jet-black hair to the side, and click. I hear something like buttons being pressed; he’s typing something. He’s typing something on me. Electricity runs through my body and with each jolt, I feel more alive.
I can move my head.
I look down at my body. Two large, heaving breasts rise and fall with every breath I take. When he approaches me, I look up at him—again, I stop at his mouth and devote all my focus and energy to it. It opens.
“I’m your master. Do you understand me?”
I nod and an unexpected smile comes over my face. This is why I’m here.
