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He had told her little on the phone.  Just a place to be and a time.  Oh, and detailed instructions on what to wear.

She got ready slowly, wanting to look her best for him, as she always did.  She took a long bath, did her hair, her nails – blood red.  She wore little make up except for the dark red lipstick that he liked.

She stood in front of the mirror, liking what she saw.  Her black hair was long now, framing her face, her dark eyes glinting and the wide mouth she was especially proud of – her smile was what he said he had first noticed about her.  Her breasts were full and the nipples a nice size.  Her waist was slim and her legs long.  Yes, she felt good. She felt powerful.

She turned to look over her shoulder – the marks were almost gone – it was too long since she had seen him.  Too long since he had last flogged her so deliciously.

She dressed – a basque which pushed her breasts up high and the fishnet stockings he had insisted on. No knickers of course – she would have been surprised if he had said anything else.  The dress – black, floating around her legs but clinging to her bust, with thin straps.  And the very high black stilettos.  A shawl finished off the look.

And now for the final touch, which he had insisted she do only after she was fully dressed. She prepared herself, a little lubricant smeared on the instrument before she reached under her dress to spread herself and insert the plug into her arse.  She hadn’t been allowed this for weeks and it hurt her until she relaxed and adjusted to the twitch of her muscles as they squeezed this intruder.

She waited for the taxi.  Wondering what he had in store for her.  She hoped it was the leather strap – she loved it.  It hurt so much, left her aching, wanting, yearning until he pushed his cock inside her, dissolving her pain into such extreme pleasure.

She wriggled a little during the taxi ride.  This plug was slightly bigger than the last one and just a little uncomfortable.  She hoped that she wasn’t too wet.  She didn’t want to leave a stain on the seat.  Fuck, she was so turned on.  They hadn’t been together for over three weeks.  She needed him, wanted him, lusted for him so much.

She arrived at the address – a tall townhouse – and almost ran up they steps. She rang the bell and the door opened almost immediately.  There were no lights on, but his voice told her to step inside, to keep walking, to turn left, enter the next room, and to put down her shawl and her bag.

She complied, knowing that he was setting the scene, knowing that he wanted her, moving carefully in the pitch black.

She felt him come behind her, telling her not to move, as he slowly kissed her neck. She shivered, loving the touch of his hands on her waist and those lips raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

He slowly unzipped her dress and pulled it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor beside her.  She waited, knowing that this was her role, to await his pleasure.

He took her hands, one by one, attaching the leather cuffs and fastening them somewhere so that her arms were raised and spread.  She wanted him to see her now, her breasts were thrust forward and firm as she grew more and more aroused, waiting for the moment when he would start her journey.  She could feel her cunt, wet already, opening slightly, expectant as he reached down, gently pressing the plug deeper into her arse, as if checking that she had followed his instructions.

He placed a blindfold over her eyes, then caressed her face with his fingertips, just for a moment, but showing his care for her in just that small gesture.

She heard the sound of matches striking – Oh God, candle play.  She felt herself flinch, and then became conscious of other sounds, of movement in the room, the creak of furniture.

She felt him move close.  He kissed her, his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth against his.  He was so fucking good at turning her on.

He removed the blindfold and stood in front of her, meeting her eyes in the soft light now provided by lamps and candles.  He kissed her again, this time reaching around to pull her whole body against his.  She felt his cock press against her through his clothes, his scent surrounding her.

Now he moved away and she cried out with surprise.  They were not alone in the room. Straight in front of her, hidden before by his body, there was a table. Spread on the table was a naked woman, tied firmly on her back, her legs and arms spread, her face obscured by a mask.

“Fuck”, she thought, “What was going on?”

Her lover slowly removed his clothes, revealing his body, his strength showing in the muscles moving under his skin.  She wanted him to hold her, to reassure her, but knew not to ask at this moment.

He approached the woman on the table, reaching out to touch her cunt, pressing his fingers inside her, spreading her lips.  He moved to the other end of the table, pressing the woman’s head back as he introduced his hard cock to her mouth.  She couldn’t see properly, but she could sense that he was pressing it deep into her, sliding it over her tongue and into her throat.

He thrust again, this time raising his head to meet her gaze, a smile touching the corners of his mouth as the woman took him deep, her tongue busy, stroking his shaft.

He moved again and this time climbed on the table between the woman’s legs, hardly pausing before pushing into her cunt, keeping himself raised so that she could see his cock disappear.  He pulled out and started rhythmically fucking her, his cock pushing deep each time, the woman’s hips rising slightly to meet him.

She could not tear her eyes from the sight of this man, the one she adored, fucking another.  She whimpered slightly, but more through excitement than through pain.  She could almost feel his cock inside her and squirmed in her bonds.

His body tensed in the way she knew so well.  He was about to come.  Fuck, he was about to come inside another woman while she was there.  He had promised that he would never do that without her agreement!  She pulled on the cuffs holding her back, and then watched as he pulled his cock out, just before his climax.  He moved to the side of the table and with a few short strokes of his hand, he came, spurting over the woman’s body, her stomach, her breasts.

He came to her again, putting his arms around her, holding her close and whispered in her ear, “I kept my promise.  Now keep yours.”

He untied her and led her to the table where the woman lay still bound.  She knew what she had to do.  She had promised always to drink his cum whenever he told her to. Trembling, she bent over the woman.  She stretched out her tongue and started to lick across her body, following the trails of white liquid.  She tasted the woman’s skin, as she lapped between her breasts, then finding more spattered over them.  She looked closely and, satisfied that she had found every last drop, she turned to him.

He led her to a room next door and told her to wait.

He went out, presumably to release the other woman, and then returned.  She could tell by his face that he was pleased with her.  Pleased that she had known what to do and had followed his instructions.  Pleased that he was with her, holding her, his mouth on hers as they tasted his cum together.

He made her kneel over the sofa and slowly pulled out the butt plug.  He briefly showed her the paddle he held in his hand.  Fuck yes, she needed that now.

As she received the blows he gave her, she flooded with love for this man, the one who understood what she needed, who had brought to life the scene she had emailed to him a few weeks before.

And she flooded in other ways as he now fucked her, taking her deep inside herself with every stroke of his cock.

A Kitty Recalls

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He woke her so softly, a stroke on her arms.

He felt her warm body, studied her charms.

She stirred, shedding dreams, the drum of her mind.

And recalled the sweet night and the contract she signed.


It gave him the right to use her at will.

To fill her and open her, holding her still

As his cock took her deep, so hard (and so large).

To take what he wanted, command and take charge.


Last night he had tied her with grace and with strength.

He’d teased her and played with her pussy at length.

He touched her so sexily, stroking her flank.

And moved on to give what she wanted, his spank.


Now she woke fully, speaking his name.

He growled and he kissed her with passion aflame.

She opened her legs, the heat rising from thighs

That demanded much more – and her gaze met his eyes.


She lowered her mouth to his cock with a grin,

She patiently swallowed the whole of it in.

He realised then he was utterly smitten.

He’d found her, his very own slut, Kinky Kitten



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Every time you breathe,

Your breasts rising under my hands,

I feel the sense of your grief,

Pressing into you, the bands

Of past pain tightening.


You sleep within my arms,

Warm, your back soft against me.

I gasp for air, for calm,

Stroking your hair, nothing to see

Just to thrill in your lightning.


I do not know you dreams

Until you share them, piecing

Them together from half-formed themes.

I watch you in slumber, eyes creasing.

Your body and soul engaged in fighting.


I lie awake, my legs in yours.

You shift and open, deep in sleep.

Unknowingly you close and open doors

To your thoughts and instincts deep.

All of this my love igniting.


Entering the dark place, embracing the loss of hope.

Sitting on your back, the weight coiled like rope.

Sinking to depths you had not known, til now.

The deep pressured closing in, which you endow

With horrors, known and ghostly. seen and ignored.

The terror of truth. You: openly flawed.


The disillusion, opening the pain

Of knowing yourself, knowing no gain

Will come of this; no easy passing.

The would is open, gushing, all-encompassing.

Understanding every broken part of your soul.

Fearing to hope. Accepting your own goal.


Have you been here? Come, join the fun.

But bring – at the very least – bring a gun.

Bring the ways and means to end the yolk.

Bring the laughter, force the killing joke.

Join me in my pit, my wild despair.

It draws you in, the monster in its lair.

Lifting the veil

The moment when the veil becomes clear,

Forgetting shame and loss and fear.

That is when we move together,

Our actions, our touch as light as a feather.


We open gently, budding flowers

Of love. With deep and lasting powers

We give ourselves to lust and feeling.

In sex we find a way of healing.


With every stroke, caress and touch,

We grow in love, in love so much.

I enter you. And stay a while.

Close and deep, lost in your smile.


Your eyes say, “Take me!”. And I press

So deep.  I ache and want to possess

Your depths, your soul, your inmost being.

We both ignite, we both are seeing


That space where nothing more exists

Than what will evermore persist.

Our love, out touch, our bold desire

That keeps us moving ever higher.


The instant I saw you, gracing our lives

I knew you had something – that same thing that drives

Men to distraction and women to wonder

That beauty as yours was here for the plunder.


I stopped. You were more than

The sum of your beauty, and so I began

To engage my full being, to question

Myself and my need for a full quick possession.


You spoke. And you screamed out in passion,

In suffering your truth. I felt you devour your ration

Of treatment so sour and so poor

That you closed up your heart and closed up your door.


I made myself small and I looked for the key.

The way to your heart – not just tea and sympathy.

I told you the thoughts that came clear and strong.

You told me that I was both right and wrong.


We continue to strive for the place we can dive

Into new explorations of closeness. To drive

Ourselves deeper to knowledge, to deep understanding.

To wisdom and more, to a closer expanding.


To you, to you I give my gifts.


Peeling away layers; the shame, the guilt,

The fear of failure, the not good enough.

Dropping them slowly, those things inbuilt.

Feeling them slide off, a gentle slough.


Matching your time to the music, the beat

Which pounds in your body; moves your soul.

Then slows, you change your attack through your feet.

Alive now and dropping your self-control.


This dance, which invites you to joy in its fire.

Invites you to share on your altar aflame.

Invites you to show your naked desire

As you gently remove every stitch of your shame.


You join with another or two or three more.

Desiring the truth which their touch surely brings.

In anger and love. In darkness you roar.

Your strength makes you supple, your muscles sing.


And slowly you show yourself true and in pain,

And also in happiness, chasing your dreams.

The trace of another’s warm flesh and you strain

To maintain all five senses, to loosen the seams.


Then tied to another, in their soft embrace,

Created by trust and by conscious abandon

Their scent and yours mingled, you melt in the space

The magic, the open desire felt in tandem.


The memory stays of a magical time.

When everyone gathered to share their true place.

When every word spoken was conscious of rhyme;

And our bodies were open to feelings of grace.


If I released my feelings into the world.

If I  felt all the anger and hurt and sadness.

I would lose myself in a ball of curled

Pain, open to heartbreak and madness.


This is the truth, teasing and tearing

My world. I want to be complete.

To offer her myself in strength, a flaring

Explosion of fire. A force for her to meet.


So I work and I strain

To be the best I can.

To answer, to abstain

From sadness. To forget what began.


My heart chooses her

My lust and my longing.

My feelings a saboteur

As I search for belonging.


Take me my love,

As you soar above

Me in understanding

I give you my longing.

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I was cooking our tea, a curry it seems,

When you came to me hungry for starters.

You looked like the women I see in my dreams.

You’d stripped to your stockings and garters.


You sashayed around, making sure I had noticed

Your beauty, as your hips and ass flowed

You sucked on your lip, and then you just focused

Your gaze on the bulge in my trousers (which showed).


You took me in hand and unbuttoned the band

Of fabric which opened my fly.

You pulled down my pants, and I felt your hand.

Then you kissed me from base to eye.


I pushed myself deep and you raised your view

To reach mine as you sucked on my pleasure.

You made my shaft wet and then began all anew,

Then sucked me as if I were treasure.


You nibbled and played and you stroked me all round.

You held me in deep in your throat.

You kneeling before me, my feet on the ground

As your mouth sang in all the right notes.


I stood and could feel every move of your lips

As you made me so thoroughly hard.

I groaned as you licked me and circled your hips.

I softened and lowered my guard.


You took me in deep, and reached round my hips

To finger my arse as you worked me so boldy.

With every touch and with every mix

Of your body and me you enthralled me.


And now I was panting, my cock was so ready

To burst, then I felt you withdraw.

You told me to wait, to hold myself steady.

To follow the orgasmic law –


Which states in big letters, as you surely know

That gentlemen wait, on every date

And ladies come first, and let it be so.

On that promise we dressed and we ate!