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NSFW: FetLife & A Fantasy
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 27, 2008
I discovered a delightful website called FetLife.com thanks to my pal, Nyghtowl and have been spending far too much time enjoying it. As I’ve mentioned recently, I feel the need to explore my inner deviant a bit more, and FetLife has already connected me to a number of like-minded individuals. Yesterday I went to the Vancouver munch with a new friend from the site who has a KILLER Harley. It has been years and years since I’ve ridden a motorcycle, and OMG that sucker was quite the machine. As my friend said, “it’s a $25,000 vibrator.” Uh yeah. If I took a long enough ride on that thing, my panties would be completely soaked. I never really had a thing for motorcycles, but I’m thinking I could develop an obsession pretty damn quickly. Lol. Anyway, I’ve been promising a little something erotic for a while now…
Above You
My reflection in the bathroom mirror pleases me. I’ve pulled my hair back into a severe ponytail, and my eyes are rimmed in black eyeliner, emphasizing their almond shape. Carefully-drawn, perfect bow lips in crimson match my red latex catsuit and seven inch platform boots. I feel my heart thumping, not out of fear, but excitement. I am picturing you waiting for me…
The rough tile of the front hall scratches your naked kneecaps as you strain against the shackles securing your wrists to your ankles, but you dare not roll onto your back or side lest I return to find you in the improper position. Time ticks away as you lose track of how long you have been kneeling in this position, your arms stretched behind you, forming your body into a triangle. Minutes, hours, you don’t know…The bruises on your knees deepen to the bone, and you focus on the dull ache spreading through your legs. You silently repeat my name as a mantra, willing me to return, to see what you’ve endured for me.
My heels, finally, audible on the stone floor. You pull yourself from the trance of pain. Tears of relief, of gratitude, spilling down your cheeks as I unhook the shackles from each other and walk past you into the bedroom. As you lean forward on shaking arms, the precariously balanced nipple weights tumble off your chest, eliciting a moan you cannot stifle.
I toss a glance over my shoulder, aroused by the sight of you crawling behind me. I point to the array of whips, paddles, and floggers I’ve arranged on the floor.
“Choose.”
I feel a rush of heat in my veins as I pick up the handwoven leather and horsehair cat-o-nine you’ve selected. Standing over you as you brace your hands and elbows on the floor, bottom pushed up expectantly, I take a moment to slip my hand between your legs, digging my fingernails into the tender flesh of your balls. I can feel your cock harden and your body shudder as I withdraw my hand slowly, letting one fingertip linger a moment over your asshole. Tap, tap, tap. In rhythm with the first light strokes of the whip. Whap, whap, whap.
Today we go further than we ever have. I am surprised by the force of my own brutality as it builds and the thrill I feel as you accept my lashes. Each blow sends the heavy weights dangling from your tender nipples swinging. Your back is laced with welts and your legs criss-crossed with dark red testaments to your stamina. Your ass, so pale usually, is almost purple. My favorite color, I think, and then laugh, sparking another round of hard thwacks. They alternate with unbearably gentle caresses, which on skin this sensitized, are anything but soothing. You beg me for more and plead with me to stop in the same breath.
I pause for a moment, stepping forward to lift your chin with the tip of my boot. Glazed eyes tell me what your ragged words cannot, and I stroke your tear-soaked face.
“I think that’s enough for now.”
Have I mentioned I’ve been feeling very Domme lately? Seems I’ve been attracting more domination phone sex calls as a result…Not that I’m complaining. This whole “sexual peak in your 30′s” thing is a great excuse to indulge my fantasies and explore my personal perversions. *wink* I’m off to update Chef Crush with our newest cooking cutie and then grab a bite to eat. Maybe I’ll pop into the BCB chat room afterwards…
Topics: My Life | 1 Comment »
July 1st, 2008 at 7:28 pm
Omg, that is soooo hot. Can I volunteer to be your next subject? *giggle*
Chloe