Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > akindofintrigue > Stories are to be shared |
The last time with E
|
The last time with E  Photo: akindofintrigue I was surprised at hearing the bell. I had not been expecting any visitors. I was even more surprised to see who it was. I was still using my friend’s flat in Islington at the time (he was still away and it served as a perfect base for me whilst I was setting up my business) so I thought it might be a neighbour delivering some mail, perhaps not realising the owner was away. It couldn’t be door-to-door sales or charity; it was too late for that. It was neither of those, it was E (although it took me a moment longer than it should have to recognise her). E had reinvented her look. Her copper hair (which some might have bluntly called ‘ginger’) was now dyed a deep cherry or dark burgundy that appeared practically black in the dim light of the hallway (even her eyebrows had been dyed), and the beautiful mid-back length had been cut short into an angry bob of wavy messy curls that barely reached as low as her chin, giving her face a depth and severity. I might not have recognised her had we passed in the street or she not brought herself straight to my door. She had lost a degree or two of innocence from her look (perhaps fittingly) but it was no less sexy. After hesitating for a few seconds I said, “It’s Thursday. Aren’t you busy tonight? We’re not supposed to meet until tomorrow.” “I wanted to come tonight. Is that OK?” We had never stopped talking by email since we last met. So, when I was due back in London I let her know I was coming. She was also down to visit friends and family, so we planned a hook-up, but this would be the last time I would meet with E. She had told me that she was going to patch things up with the ‘on-off’ boyfriend that she had parted with just before she had met me for that first time. (Despite knowing this I felt no shame seeing her again. She had told me that he was sleeping with plenty of other girls, and if she felt in anyway promised to him having made this decision then our meeting would be on her conscience only). “I will no longer be your little cumslut. So I want to come over for one last time to serve as a slave to my Master” she’d said in an email to me. I presumed she called herself ‘cumslut’ and me ‘master’ with a sense of playful endearment, but we’d not played a master/slave relationship yet or even talked about it. But our chemistry was good – actually it was fantastic – this arrangement was an experiment. An opportunity to create a safe, fun, sexually no-holds-barred environment to play in. We were offering ourselves to each other to explore, and crucially support, each other’s sexual fantasies. So I played along. E was indeed keen to crank up the kink on our play-date up from a little light bondage to something that would, in her words, “make a porn-star blush”. She really wanted to get into her deeply submissive side, and as a somewhat sexually dominant person myself, I was happy to oblige. She sent me a list of things she wanted to do along with a few photos that illustrated those kinks. We got ourselves into character by email; she the timid devoted sex-slave, me her master telling her what I expected of her and demanding various photos of her pleasuring herself (which she took to with great gusto). Later we chatted on Skype and indulged in a little cyber with me barking orders as she played with her collections of toys and making her spank herself for coming too soon. E and I were already very trusting in each other, but this night like the last two would be well planned. While accepting the loss of a certain degree of excitement that comes with spontaneity the agreement between E and I was to explore each other’s fantasies, as faithfully to their original specifics as possible. With no surprises or shocks allowed and boundaries to be clearly defined we spent one more evening going through the motions on Skype – a rehearsal for the real thing (this was a role-play scene we were taking part in NOT an evolved BDSM relationship) – and when the evening was close I sent her an email: Slave, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Friday. These are your instructions. I will be at the address you met me before. You will arrive punctually at 9pm and bring with you your bag of toys - I’ll make sure we have some rope to restrain you with. Upon arrival you will remove all of your clothes, as I will have no need for them, and show your willingness to serve by not rising from your knees. The rules for you will be simple. - You must attempt to maintain eye contact at all times. Slaves must not be distracted from the task at hand. - You may only speak when you are spoken to. This prevents too much thinking by the slave. - You will only have permission to climax when I allow it. I will be paying extremely close attention to the rules and may add new ones as we go if the fancy takes me. If you break any of the rules, or fail to meet my requests or very clear instructions, or misbehave, then you will be punished in a manner of my choosing. If I punish you, you are to count out loud and apologise after each strike in the manner “1. Sorry Master. 2. Sorry Master. 3. Sorry Master...” And if I spank you for my own pleasure you are to thank me and request another. When I tell you that we are going to do something new, you are to say “yes please” and nothing more (anything superfluous to this will be met with punishment). Safety: If you feel at any point that we approach a boundary, “orange”, and that we have passed a boundary, “red”. If at any point your hands become cold or numb from the binding then you must inform me immediately. Reply ‘yes’ if you understand. Be ready for a long night. Master She replied, ‘yes’. But she had arrived a day early. “Is it OK?” she asked. Of course it was, but she had caught me on the back-foot. No surprises huh?! After gathering myself from the surprise of her visit I got myself into character. “A good Slave arrives when they are asked to. Not early. I ought to tell you to sleep outside in the hall.” (I might have laughed at myself saying this if we hadn’t have been working up to it and had we not had the cyber-sex the other evening. I only just about retained a straight face). “Oh but Master, let me stay. I’ll be a good girl” she pleaded as she dropped slowly to her knees in front of me looking straight up at me with her doe-eyes. “I’ll do anything for my Master. Anything.” It took will the strength of a pope to resist pulling out my dick there and then. The excitement of her arrival and her incredibly erotic lowering to her knees had got me as hard as stone faster than I knew was possible, and now here she was, her face inches from the bulge in my jeans, looking up at me and biting her lip. “You’ll be punished for arriving early. And what are you still doing clothed? You ought to know the rules by now. When you’re here to please your master you have no need for silly clothes. Take them off right away. You’ll also be punished for being asked to do so. Do you understand Slave?” “Yes Master” It was February and it was cold outside, so E was wearing more than a few layers under a lightweight parka. Regardless, she did the whole strip expertly from her knees at my feet, not once losing eye-contact. After her parka that slid clumsily from her shoulders to the floor off came a wool jumper and a button shirt that seemed to take an eternity to remove. And then, delicately, her bra, revealing her brilliant perky breasts of which I was immensely fond. When she came to her jeans, she stood, turned from me and slowly bent at her waist, presenting to me the perfect outline of her pert bottom as she lowered her hands to unzip her boots. One, and two they were off. Upright she unbuttoned her jeans and again, slower this time, she bent at her waist to inch her jeans down to her feet. One, and two, and her feet were out of her jeans. Back upright, time for her panties. Glancing over her shoulder to meet my eyes with hers and giving a slight arch to her back so that her bottom was pushed out she tucked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to lower them to the cleft of her buttocks. For the last time she bent over and daintily guided her panties to her feet, presenting her perfect backside, ass and smooth lips to me. E returned to her knees in front of me. She kept her socks on. “What now Master?” E dutifully asked as she knelled there naked and subservient. With her back straight and firm breasts pushed forwards towards me every aspect of this girl’s body language said take me I’m yours. Her milky white skin was entirely unblemished and reminded me of her youth and the half decade I had on her. “Do you have your toys in your bag? Show me Slave.” E had a fairly large hand bag with her that must have been enough for a few days worth of spare undies and the toys she had been ordered to bring. She opened the bag wide in front of me displaying her Hitachi Magic Wand and a rather deluxe looking glass dildo. I closed the bag, put the arm loops over her head and ordered E to crawl to the living-room with the bag hanging from her neck. In controlled, slow fashion she did as she was told, dropping her hip almost to the floor with each step swaying her backside from side to side seductively as she made her way forward. This was not a crawl like a baby might, she was prowling effortlessly and purposely across the floor like a panther testing my every fibre not to pounce on her. I was gone to fetch my contributions to the scene when I realised that we had not even greeted each other and I already had her naked. I met her in the living-room where she was obediently waiting for me on her knees. With character temporarily dropped I gave E a quick but firm kiss on the lips and leaned in to whisper in her ear “oh, and ‘hi’ by the way. It seems we forgot that bit” before immediately returning to character, “I think we should start with your punishments don’t you? I’m sure you understand naughty girls get all tied up?” She wiped the surprise and smile from her face (that surprise didn’t make us quite even quite yet) and responded sternly, “yes Master”. In our early emails E had sent me a photo of a girl bound in rope on her knees with her master’s erect penis in her face. “I want to be bound like that!” she told me. So far we’d only played with binding her wrists, and at that time I had never bound anyone else either - the complexity of this binding initially daunted me. I agreed that it would be enormously fun and fitting for my Master to tie her Slave so I set about learning the bind. I discovered it was called by shibari practitioners ‘takate-kote’, or, ‘box-tie’, and was considered relatively simple. I had spent a whole day with a ball of string and an artist’s mannequin drilling the sequence into my head, and now, a day earlier than originally agreed, I was going to be doing it for real on my slave for the night. I was excited to be finally playing with ropes, though that was initially dampened by the worry that I’d make a mistake.  Photo: sexandsubmission dot com Editing: akindofintrigue I needn’t have worried. The god’s were on my side and, while it took several minutes, wrapping E like a parcel it was easier than I had been expecting. With E obediently on her knees I took the hemp rope and directed her to look forward and hold her forearms parallel to one another behind her back. Drawing the lark’s head of the rope up between her arms and her back I wrapped and bound her forearms tight to one another – E was already wonderfully incapacitated by this one tie and the sensation of power over her was frighteningly intoxicating. Wrapping her torso twice above her breasts I took pride over the neatness of the binding and locked the first wrap-around off and removed the slack. After completing two cinches under the armpits and over the shoulder (as in the picture E had sent me) I added two more wraps this time below her breasts, cinched them and secured and tied off the rope at the back. Shibari aficionados would have probably scoffed at my amateurish efforts, but I was proud. It looked fantastic and E was not getting free without my help. (She was also not so tightly bound she’d go blue! Also note we had already agreed on safe words and I had a decent knife on stand-by just in case). E bound like a prisoner I lifted her to her feet with the knot at her back and marched her to the edge of the sofa where I bent her, buttocks in the air, over the left arm, submitting her backside for a thorough spanking. In the position she was in she could not prop herself up with her elbows, so could only rest a proportion of her weight on the side of her face that she held sideways, looking outwards from the sofa. (Admittedly speaking from the point of view of a bottom fancier, there a few times that a woman looks more adorable than when she is positioned to be spanked). In this position bound and with her feet slightly off the ground E was entirely vulnerable to me. Standing at the front of the sofa I firmly gripped E’s left hip with my right hand and applied a subtle weight with my forearm and elbow along her back and bound forearms to prevent any squirming. “Naughty girls are spanked. What would be suitable punishment for you today Slave?” (The reality of it was that a spanking was a delight for E. This was less a ‘punishment’ and more a ‘treat’, but I was very happy to indulge her). “Let me see. Leaving for another master. Arriving when not prescribed. And needing to be told to undress. That’s three sets of five spanks. Oh, and an extra spank for every week you’ve not seen me.” (It had been four weeks) “That makes nineteen spanks today. Let’s round that up to twenty. Wouldn’t you agree Slave?” “Yes Master.” “Tha - ?” “Tha-nk you Master” “Very good Slave. Now I hope you remember the rules. I expect you to count out loud and say ‘sorry Master’ after each and every strike. Let’s practice.” Suddenly and without warning I gave her a modest but sharp slap on her bottom with my left palm. She yelped with more surprise I suspect than sensation... “And you say... ?” “One. Sorry Master.” “Excellent! That was the practice spank. The next spank is the real number one. Are you ready Slave?” “Yes Master!” she blurted. I sniggered at her infectious enthusiasm which she caught triggering an involuntary giggle from herself which was caught short by – SLAAAP! “One. Sorry Master.” SLAAAP! “Two. Sorry Master.” SLAAAP! “Three. Sorry Master.” And so it continued. I alternated my target buttock after every other strike to ensure equal blushing and varied the time between strikes to catch E out and ensure my palm met with a nice relaxed, bouncing bottom, rather than one that was in anyway clenched. I followed the seventh spank on from number six without switching and at such speed E hadn’t finished “six. Sorry Master” which because of the sudden follow-up ended in a high-pitched (but delightful) “squeeee!” which required her to catch her breath before the obligatory “seven. Sorry Master!” Eight and nine occurred on the other cheek without incident and ten returned to the previous cheek that had received numbers five, six and seven to a shrill “oweeee! TEN!” and a squirm that nearly unseated E and sent her tumbling over the front of the sofa had I not firmly held her in place. “Ten - ?” “TEN! SORRY MASTER!” That cheek was now looking decidedly rosy and a few shades darker that its sister. I almost felt guilty for placing number eleven in the same spot. Almost. SLAAAP! “ELEVEN! SORRY MASTER!” Numbers twelve and thirteen where sent with a sufficient twist of my torso that ought to even out the redness across E’s glowing cheeks and were received with barely coherent ‘sorry masters’ in between loud screams and sobs - the sort that only occur in that faint boundary where pain and pleasure overlap. Fourteen and Fifteen were kinder spanks that allowed E to catch her breath. Her buttocks we so bright now they could have lit a dim room. “Are you learning your lesson Slave?” “Yes Master. Thank you Master.” “Still five more spanks to go Slave, but I need to be sure you’ve learnt your lesson. I think it’s time I move to the belt.” Peering up from her squashed sideways position she met my gaze as I removed the belt from my jeans and positioned myself further back for the slightly wider swing that would come with the added length of the belt. From this position I wouldn’t be able to hold her down, but she had more room to recoil from the spanks. I doubled the belt in half, holding the buckle in my hand, and lazily swung at her buttocks. It landed centrally and the fleshiest point and across both cheeks. Despite the relaxed arm I gave the swing even I was stunned by the crack of the leather meeting flesh. “YOW! SIXTEEN! SORRY MASTER!” E yelped at a volume that should have been audible in all five floors of the block. A pause followed before seventeen to allow E to catch her breath, and slowly, with a pause each time for slight recovery, seventeen followed with eighteen, nineteen and twenty shortly after to a chorus of howls and ‘sorry masters’ from E. Tossing my belt away I took E by the knot at her back and brought her onto the sofa so that her torso was now horizontal and supported by the other sofa arm below the front of her shoulders. I took the Hitachi from her bag and plugged it in nearby and laid out her glass dildo beside lubes and a glass of red wine I had brought in with me. Encouraging E to arch her back as much as she could to turn up her pretty rear, and parting her legs so that her left knee was forced into the crux of the sofa’s seat and her right on the edge E’s pink vulva stuck out between two strikingly red and mottled butt cheeks. The crease was gently loosening to reveal already a faint glistening which caught the light with every slight movement of her hips. E strained her neck to look over her right shoulder back at me and maintain the eye contact that was promised in her slave’s contract. Her mouth was slightly open still heavily drawing breath from her spanking, or panting with heightened anticipation. At times the games we play to tease are just as cruel to the teaser as to the teased and I yearned for a taste. Taking my tongue drew circles around E’s fluff-free labium taking in her wonderfully famine scent and taste. Pausing at her perineum I drew downwards with the faintest of touches through the creek of her womanhood to her clit to E’s first gasp of delight. Once more and a third time with enough pressure to squeeze my tongue between her lips before dancing on and around her clitoris for the satisfaction of the applause, the rhythm of her hips thrusts, and lifting of her right heel to my groin that happened to be positioned directly above it to keep her in place. Knelt behind her I took the Magic Wand. “Master would like Slave to gush for him now. Does that sound good to you Slave? Now, remember, just like we practiced, no coming until I let you. OK?” “Yes Master” I flicked the switch on the wand at it buzzed to life. Reaching around her hips I ran laps up and down her belly letting the vibrations tease her breasts and her clit from afar. I decided to start with her breasts. E had fairly sensitive nipples and she immediately began twisting and turning in a futile attempt to remove the drumming from the apex. “Fuck” she muttered every time I brought my play back to their centre. With her hands tied behind her, there was little she could do to prevent me having fun at her expense. Deciding she’d had enough I returned my attention to her abdomen where I gently massaged her mons, and eventually brought it back around behind her and began to press it against her clit. A frustrated wriggle and thrust as her back arched even more than I thought possible brought her clit out of the shelter between her legs and directly to the vibrating dome to an immediate and involuntary sigh of satisfaction. She held herself, hips thrust back into the wand for a decent twenty seconds before releasing herself of the pressure. Generously for a short while I let E control her own pressure and position against the wand which I held steadily behind her until her sighs turned from satisfaction to blissful ecstasy. Removing the Hitachi I reminded E not to climax without permission to which she promised she wouldn’t, closed her eyes and rolled her head back as she thanked a deity when I continued to stimulate. Pursuing her clit with the Wand I continued to tease and pleasure her until E was fighting back an orgasm with fits of bucks, kicks, sighs and screams that one in the next apartment might assume was related to discomfort and pain if it were not for the occasional laughter from the both of us that punctuated it. Some minutes in and after a rousing “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! STOP! FUCK!” and animal noises E thrust herself forwards with a kick back that almost caught my face had I not successfully dodged it. E was arriving at a strong orgasm. Another minute of the Hitachi firm against her clit had E scream her way through the scales as the muscles in her whole body clenched and unclenched in unison in a deep spasm that practically alternated her between folding her in the middle and flatting out to a plank in waves that moved up and down her. A pinnacle was reached and marked by a sudden set of convulsions over her entire body and a gasp that ran out of sound and rolled into a silent scream and deep inhale from the base of her<b> diaphragm. </font></b>It was the most massive climax I had ever witnessed and her gentle pale complexion became mottled with flashes of pink red from her head down to her toes. “Did I tell you you could come already Slave?” “No Master. Sorry Master” E managed speak in between pants. I gave her one quick spank. “One. Sorry Master” “One’s enough. I want to play with you some more.” “Yes please Master. Thank you Master” (E’s disciplined responses were exemplary). Giving E a few moments for her sensitivity to wane I took the glass dildo and began to warm it in my hands. It looked expensive. Its handle, which was solid glass but with suspended silver glitter, resembled a love heart about one inch from top to bottom. The rest of the dildo measured more than six inches and began with a flat hilt above the heart-shaped handle which led to the largest of three bulbs, the middle marginally smaller than the one before it, and the last (the head) likewise. The head was slightly less spherical than the others and tapering to a blunt point (which aesthetically, though not explicitly, resembled the head of a penis). I thought that it looked rather like the glass-blower had intended to create a large chess pawn but it had gone wrong at a critical stage. Taking one of my lubes I drizzled a little onto my hand and began to gently rub it into the area around her labia and, with an extra squeeze, directly between her parted lips. After reminding E that she should ask before having her next orgasm and adding generous application of lube to the dildo I began to tease her opening with the tip to shudders and groans of ecstasy above. With very little pressure her pussy greedily gobbled the head and after just two or three gentle backwards and forwards the second bulb too. Using her moans as my guide I repeatedly thrust the dildo in and out of E’s vagina, slowly, gently to begin, but as she loosened up and took the full six inches to the handle, more vigorously. Within moments she was back on the brink and pleading to come which I granted with incredible satisfaction. By now so much blood had made it below my waistline that I was just short of tearing through the front of my jeans. “I will be having my way to you now” I told E. I left the glass dildo still in her up to the hilt as I very carefully helped her down the floor and onto her knees. She was still sighing and moaning from the last orgasm and radiated heat to from every inch of skin. Taking the glass of wine I had brought in for myself I took a long sip. “Are you thirsty yet Slave? Would you like some wine too?” “Yes please Master” “Well then you have to be a good slave to your master. You’re going to pleasure me now. I’m going to use you to my satisfaction roughly and thoroughly. If I am satisfied with your efforts then you may get some wine.” Undoing my jeans I removed my fully engorged cock. On her knees E’s head was squarely at my waist level and with the tip of my member just millimetres from her face she opened her mouth and took me in. Without her hands to support herself against my legs E would have struggled to stay stable, so with a wide stance I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and held her steady. Expertly she worked me with the tongue and her mouth sending dopamine coursing to my brain. As my head lolled and my eyeballs rolled back in their sockets all thoughts vaporised and became intently focused on the sheer bliss between my legs. For minutes she eagerly licked and sucked giving the sort of pleasure men fight for as I took my turn to sigh and moan exclamations of ecstasy. I stopped her short of finishing me off. The addictive thrill of dominance overcame my drive for rapid gratification. Our discussions and previous encounters had made clear one of her deepest pleasures came from a rough fucking which I fully intended to do. I took the wine and had another gulp, brought it to her mouth and slowly let her sip from the brim as I tilted it into her mouth faster and faster. As the tilt of wine exceeded her ability to drink it it began to slosh out at the edges over her chin and down her chest. I kept pouring until the entire remain of the glass had been poured over her. I put the empty glass to the side and dropped a cushion to the floor. After removing my jeans pushed E’s head down to the cushion so that, with her arms still tied behind her, she knelt in a ‘come fuck me’ manner and I positioned myself behind her with cock resting in the groove between each spread cheek. E rolled and gyrated her hips beckoning me into her whilst sighing and moaning. Below in her pussy the glass dildo still resided fully inserted, the little heart-shaped handle sparkling up at me as I looked down. With anal lube I gently prepared E’s asshole while the head of my penis pressed against her perineum. A gasp and sharp inhale as I protrude first a well lubed finger and started to loosen her up with a light finger fuck. I could feel tension subside as the muscles relaxed and E’s moans began again to sound ecstatic. With generous lube applied I introduced my penis to her anus and let it slowly squeeze in. Initially just the tip, and after several gentle backwards and forwards, inserting the full length. With one slightly vigorous thrust E whelped and held back a scream by biting down on the cushion under her head. I reined back my enthusiasm and fell into a slow rhythm that quickly gathered pace once I could feel her opening up to me. E loved anal and her cries of enjoyment where never louder than that night. Gradually as confidence grew pace increased and my thrusts magnified strength and intensity as I clutched at the ropes on her back to bring myself forcefully into her. Losing it in the moment I worked through her mechanically pounding the flesh before me, my eyes held firmly closed, my jaw clenched, drifting away into the cacophony of her audible euphoria, until, amidst a kaleidoscope of sensation I came deeply and explosively within her. After withdrawing I took my breath, removed the dildo and untied E. Moving to a spoon I cradled her in my arms on the floor and whispered “I love your new hair” into her ear from behind. “Thanks” she giggled back in between breaths. I could feel her smile. “I think I’m going to miss this”.  Photo: spankaway (reddit) Editing: akindofintrigue |
Become a member to create a blog
