Short Takes

[submissivewife]

Thank you chksng19 and Niki....I will try to keep coming up with some more interesting writings and maybe a sequal to this one.

[triad]

I need a new muse. Version 1.0 for now.



Gwen was the perfect image of the innocent slutty schoogirl in five inch fuck me heels, see through top, short pleated skirt and thigh high stockings held by lace garterbelt.

"We can't have you do that now," I said as I removed her hands away from her panties, tying them to the arms of the chair. Her pouted lips soon turned to moans as I traced my fingers over the panties, causing a wet stain to form.

I paused to place a blindfold over her eyes and she rubbed her thighs together, lost in her heat. She jumped when she heard the buzz of the vibrator and licked her lips in anticipation. I placed the head to her mouth and she quickly started sucking it like a real cock, running her tongue along the entire length. After it was coated in her saliva, I traced it slowly down her belly, leaving a wet trial over her nipples and finally over her panties. She started humping and gyrating, trying to gain more friction with the vibrator.

"Please put it in me," she begged as I teased her through the panties. I ignored her protests and removed contact all together so she tried to follow the noise with her hips, her head searching blindly around, her back arched high into the air.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease fuck me," her words slurred with lust.

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, yes, yessssss," she was slowly going crazy.

I untied her wrists from the chair and she remained still to her word.

"Hold this," I placed the buzzing toy between her drenched thighs but she dropped it, not expecting the sudden act of kindness. The rattling of the vibrator on the floor complimented well with her frustrated groans. I reached for a pump gag and reduced her groans to mere whimpers. She looked so hot blindfolded, rubbing her thighs frantically, and waving a ten inch dildo sticking out from her gag. I wanted to bring myself to orgasm right then but I had a plan to follow through.

The chair was soaked when I helped her up. Then I tied her hands behind her back and picked up the toy. Tracing the juices up her stocking, I awarded her good behavior and pushed aside the dripping panties. The vibrator entered with great ease and she threw her head back as her legs trembled. I replaced the panty crotch over the vibrator to hold it in place and ushered her up the stairs.

She struggled to climb the stairs blindfolded with her hands tied which provided a great view of her ass under the skirt. I could see the vibrator rotating undereneath the panties. When we reached the bedroom, she froze completely at the loud noise from the bed.

Bound to the bed was Chloe. Her ankles were tied to her wrists and both were secured to the headboard forcing her legs wide apart and her ass high into the air. I had left a vibrator in her anus hours ago but left her pussy empty. She was groaning urgently behind the panties gagged in her mouth and it was hard to tell if she was trying to shake off the blindfold or just going crazy with frustration.

Muffled grunts beside me brought my attention back. Gwen was beginning to tense up, getting very close to cumming so I reached over and turned the vibrator off. She let out an immense groan and it was Chloe's turn to pause. I grabbed the vibrator outside Gwen's panties and pushed, edging her towards the bed, eliciting many whimpers.

Then I positioned her on her knees so her ass was high behind her and the dildo from her gag was fractions away from the hungry pussy before her. Unable to see, Gwen accidently brushed the dildo against the vibrator buried in Chloe. Chloe moaned louder and I knew I had little time left. Unable to see, Gwen was confused by the contact but I quickly remedied that when I slammed the dildo on her face into the wet pussy. Chloe almost came from the sudden intrusion and immediately begged for permission.

I refused and whispered to Gwen instead, "You may cum after you make her cum." Gwen can smell the lust before her so she started fucking her face faster and harder so Chloe was having trouble from holding back.

I decided to even the race and switched back the vibrator in Gwen. She lost her rhythm as expected, much to Chloe's frustration. But it only lasted a moment. The room was soon filled with long, passionate moans which changed to frustrated begging as both fought from cumming.

"You may cum now," I ripped off their blindfolds. Chloe screamed her release instantly, riding and coating Gwen's face before staring wide eyed in disblief. Likewise, Gwen froze in shock, but after being denied for so long, her urge to cum took over and she came with her dildo still buried in her mother's pussy.

[Nikita]

Triad,

I was sitting on the edge of my seat while I read this short scene. There was one surprise after another and the last one was priceless.

Thanks for another tasty morsel to savour,

Nikita

[Chuckdom19]

Awfully hot story, Triad.

I'd love to have been a fly on the wall there...

Nicely written, beautiful setup

[guizibing]

Respects to Snoopy..

[Mad Lews]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad

[Rabbit1]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad

lol that will teach you to leave us alone for any lenght of time---Welcome back

[triad]

Thank you all for all of your kind words. Writing is almost a torture for me. But you make the pain hurt so good. I can't edit this anymore so excuse the mistakes you might find. My muse rejected the chocolate and double pearl panties so I might have to go in hibernation for a while. Meantime, I hope Mad Lews, nikita, etc would pick up their pens.



Version 1.1

I circle the area a few times to make sure there was no police around before I finally pull up to Chloe. "Put this on," I hand her a blindfold when she got in.

"I want to see my daughter," the voice was shaky, almost teary.

"That comes later. Now put it on. If I ask again, you are going to step out and never see your daughter again," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment before placing the material over her eyes. I can see her nipples harden beneath the tight top. I take my time binding her wrists behind her back, watching her breath quicken, her bosom stretching the top.

"You are such a slut," I trace my fingers over her nipples pointing into the top, "just like your daughter."

"Please. My daughter is not a slut," there was arousal in her voice now.

"Listen to this," I insert the headphones from my cell phone to her ear. She can hear the loud protests on the other end of the line, "Please make it stopppppppp.....no...no more....arrrrrgggggg...yes...yesss....more, yes, more...fuck...fuck...I am...cumming..."

Chloe licked her lips unknowingly, "Gwen...is...that you?" she stammered. Her face flushed and her nipples are harder than ever.

"Soon you will be taking her place," I whisper in her other ear as I reach beneath her skirt. "And I think you would like that," I can feel a stain forming over her panties. She shakes her head but makes no attempt to dislodge my hands.

"No. You don't understand," she pleaded. "What's not to understand?" My fingers pushed into her slit through the panties, causing her to gasp. "Please. I lost my other daughter because the ransom..." she breaks down and I can hear her choke back a sob. My fingers have no effect on her even even when I push deeper. "Please. I followed your demands. I am trading myself over. Please let my daughter go..." She can no longer hold in her sobs and tears flowed behind the blindfold.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg.....please..no...ughhhh. ...yes, yesssss...." Gwen's voice interrupts us.

"You are doing fine. I won't harm your daughter," she had stopped sobbing and her panties are soaking to the moans of her daughter. "You can't wait to be in her place, can you slut?" I am finger fucking her now, the crotch of her panties inside her, rubbing the tight walls of her pussy.

She can only moan in response, throwing her head back. She whimpers when I remove my fingers. I replace it with a vibrator and she sighs her satisfaction. Turning it on, she moans out loud and I take the opportunity to insert my fingers into her mouth. She grimaces at first but begins to suck, wrapping her lips around them, tasting her juices. When she finished licking, I start the car and drive off, shortening the distance between the two moans.

Gwen had her face lying sideways on the floor when I entered. The fucking machine is currently paused in its cycle but she didn't hear us come in, desperately trying to catch her breath. Not that she can tell due to the discipline helmet that blocks out all light and noise. The mic still sits over the exposed mouth of the helmet, inches from a puddle of saliva.

I remove Chloe's blindfold and she gasps at the sight of her daughter on her knees, secured wide apart to a wooden frame, wrists tied to ankles, shoulder slumped on the floor, ass high in the air and a fucking machine with two dildos buried in her holes. She was naked except her skirt bunched around her waist. The rest of her school clothes lying in disarray about her.

"Gwen!" Her hands struggle for the first time behind her back.

"She can't hear you," I reply and Gwen's head remains still, only her tits moving to her breathing. "It's your turn," I said as I untie her hands.

Chloe knew what was expected. She undressed and got on her hands and knees over a similar frame positioned behind the fucking machine. She could smell the pool of juice lying below the machine where the dildos entered her daughter. As I secure her wrists and ankles to the corners, the machine starts again. Chloe can only stare ahead helplessly as the dildos fuck her daughter.

"Uggggggggggghhh...." Gwen groans, too weak to lift her head. "Make it stop...please."

Chloe is mesmerized by the efficiency of the machine. The dildos alternate inside her daughter, stretching Gwen's pussy lips and anus. I can see her own pussy grip tighter at the silent vibrator insider her. I had kept her on edge for two hours during the drive.

"Ohhhhhhh....ohhhh...." Gwen begins to moan again, her hips pumping slightly. "Yes. Fuck me...yes....yessss..." she came again, her hips bucking but the dildos continue to pump. There is still six minutes left before the next break.

"I wonder if you can take fourteen hours like your daughter?" I ask to Chloe's horror. "Oh no, don't mistake me. You won't be fucked by a machine. You will be teased."

I flip her vibrator on low and she immediately start rocking her body. I grab a hold of her hips and proceed to place a remote controlled butterfly vibrator over her already swollen clit but left it off. She is humping the air furiously, the vibrator not enough for her to cum. I stroke her hair softly as she whimpers with desperate need.

So I continue to tease her while her daughter have orgasms after orgasms right before her eyes. After three hours, she reluctantly begs me to let her cum.

"Please. I need to cum. I really need to cum but..." her voice trails off, afraid to ask even as she rocks her hips like a bitch in heat.

"But what?"

"Can you please let me daughter go? I will do anything else. Please??" she begged earnestly.

"That was not the deal," I reply dryly. She can only plead with her eyes as she humps the air. There is a big puddle below her by now as well and the room reeks of frustrated pussy. "If you want to cum, you know what you must ask."

"Please...I am begging you..plea..." her words drop off as I turn on the butterfly over her clit. She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, feeling her orgasm rising quickly.

"You were saying?" I turn off the butterfly.

She screams in great frustration, seconds away from cumming, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM......please use my daughter...to make me...cum," she wails, unable to think about anything but her throbbing clit.

I smile and proceed to insert a penis gag with an attached dildo into her mouth. I did the same to her daughter. Then I stop the machine, remove it from Gwen, followed by a loud groan from her. Chloe eyes my movements, swaying her hips, waiting for me to fuck her dripping pussy with her daughter's face.

"Are you ready for your daughter to make you cum?" I declare. She mubbles behind her gag. "Yes, then I will let her go," I reply. She nods and drops her head, hiding her face from Gwen even though she is still laced in the helmet.

"Well, I hope you don't mind a substitute," I have brought another girl into the room. Puzzled, Chloe looks up to see a girl slide on a strapon dildo. She frowned, slightly confused. Then her hips stopped gyrating and she protested into her gag. Iris is kneeling behind Chloe now and pushed the dildo into her mother's slit, causing Chloe to protest louder, shaking her head wildly.

"It seems like your mother missed you Iris," I grin at Chloe's mixture of moans and whimpers. Her eyes are tearing again but I am not sure if it's due to the pleasure of the dildo sawing into her pussy or having found her long lost daughter. Regardless, I push her head forward into Gwen's sore pussy. Judging by the noise in the room, I think it's a happy reunion.

[Chuckdom19]

Superb tale, Triad. That's a story that almost demands a sequel... or a prequel.

Darn hot, well written, and stimulating.

[pejanon]

Thank you Nik. Call me Old Pushbutton.

[Mad Lews]

A belated Super Bowl Sunday story.


The Gamble

Mad headed down the stairs to the basement going slow and quiet. He really wanted to surprise her. She'd shown up for the game dressed just like he'd asked, wearing her shoes, collar, and an overcoat. No problems there, she was starting to understand the importance of her lessons. Naturally she wasn't going to watch the game with him. He brought her down to the playroom, took her shoes and coat, and locked her inside the cage.
The cage was steel 32" high 30" wide and 48"long. She could stay on her hands and knees or lay curled on the blanket he so generously allowed her, but there wasn't enough room for her to turn around inside.
Once she was locked inside he reached between the top bars and stroked her back his hand running down along the curve of her bottom. She began to purr like his good little kitty. Reluctantly he pulled his hand away and headed for the door.
" Do you know what tonight's lesson will be?" he asked her
" Never bet against your Master. Even when you win you'll lose." She repeated as if she'd memorized the words. They had a fifty-dollar bet on the game. She'd picked the Steelers so he was stuck with the Seahawks.
"Think on it a bit. I'll be back in a while." He told her just before he flicked off the light and closed the door.
That had been almost two hours ago. The first half was over, Seattle had already lost the game, they just weren't ready to admit it yet. But before being put out of their misery there was going to be an interminable half time show with some geriatric rocker trying to recapture his better days. Mad had a better idea for a halftime show.
So here he was sneaking down to the playroom hoping to surprise Nikki as she huddled alone in the dark penned in by steel bars. He was half way down the stairs when he heard voices coming from the playroom.
" Only seven points but they're still winning?….Seattle must really suck, but Pittsburgh is looking good right Jazzy?…. The Steelers', they have it in the bag right? What about Mick?…. He is, which one?"
Either Nikki was cracking up from a few hours of solitude or it sounded like the little minx was on the phone. But that was impossible, he didn't even have a phone jack in the playroom. All thoughts of stealth evaporated as he pounded down the last few stairs. She heard him coming.
"Oh shit! I gotta go Jazzy he's coming."
He threw open the door and flipped on the light and caught a glimpse of Nikki trying to stuff something under the blanket.
"Where is it?" he demanded.
"Where's what?" she asked stalling for time but unable to really hide anything in her cage.
"The god damn phone! How the hell did you get it in here?" he sounded as mad as he was.
She winced at his raised voice and blushed like a virgin. Her head was pressed to the floor of the cage trying to hide the lump under the blanket.
" Give me the phone! Now!"
She meekly raised her head and reached under the blanket. He was crouched at the side of the cage now where she could see him. She knew with just a glance she was in real trouble. Now was not the time for cute comments. With a trembling hand she dropped the cell phone into his palm.
It was a Nokia ® 3220, hard to believe they made them this small.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked shaking the phone under her nose. Of course there was no good answer to that question but she gamely tried to come up with one.
"I needed a light, I get scared down here in the dark, and then while I was waiting here Jazzy called, and it was on vibrate, and so I had to answer, and then you heard us and …
Am I in trouble?" the last words were accompanied by a petulant pout.
He turned the phone over in his palm. It was incredibly small and light. Less than a half inch thick maybe an inch and a half wide and four inches long. Still she'd gone into the cage wearing nothing but her collar so how the fuck had she gotten it in there. Suddenly a knowing smile lit his face and he sniffed the phone suspiciously. Her flushed face glowed a brighter shade of red as she squirmed on her hands and knees.
"Damn it girl, looks like we're gonna have to do full cavity search before each session."
Not that he had any real problems with that.

Mad

[Rabbit1]

Thanks Mad ---I enjoyed that

[pejanon]

Great, Mad!
Sometimes simple is the best, isn't it.

Wolffie

[Nikita]

Great story. I especially enjoyed the part where she is em-bar-assed when he sniffs the phone...

:

[pejanon]

Just Another day in The Forrest

By Wolff

2006 (c) by Wolffwerks

There was this merry little girl who liked to wear red parka with a hood. But, since she kept the hood down so that her cute wild ponytail could swing wild and free she was known as Little Red Riding Ponytail.

Every day she went into the forest to bring mushrooms to her ‘grandma’. Hippity hop.


First she went to a sunlit clearing where a thick long mushroom grew. It was caped by the appropriate purplish hat. She played with it a bit and the voice said:

“I am Cick the Magic Mushroom.”

“Ooo, “ she said. “How so?”

“Suck on me and find out!”

She sucked and oohed and ahhed and was soon rewarded with the delicious mushroom milk which she gulped hungrily, wiping the last drops from her rosy cheeks. Then the other mushrooms stuck their heads out and voices rang:

“We are Magic Mushrooms too. Suck us too!”

So she spent one happy hour in the sunlit dale, merrily crawling around, sucking c… mushrooms, rolling around and jubilantly greeting each pearly geyser as it erupted and shone as fresh milk in the sunlight, before caching most of it on her face and mouth. Her parka was all wet too, but she rolled on the sticky grass and licked it too. Yumm.

Then, sated for the moment, she gaily ran into the forest. Hippity hop.

** ** **

Back on the clearing the guards from nearby castle pushed off the leaves they had covered themselves with.

“You just have to love this part of forest!”

“Yes, but there are other paths with other ponytails running them at various times… let’s hurry.”

** ** **

Happy that she made those silly guards happy... and in a such delicious way … she hippity hopped on and ran into the Big Bad Wolf.

“Good morning, Sir Wolff”

“Good morning, Ponytail, “he woofed. “What are you up to this fine morning?”

She drew circle with her toe (and pretty toe it was). “Nothing much, Sir Wolf. Just visiting my ‘grandma’ as usual.”

“No sh … ehem. Show me your hood, little Ponytail.”

She turned around (her ponytail swishing merrily) and showed him the hood on her parka. It was empty.

“Not that one. The OTHER one... the one you love to pull back to expose your nub.”

She blushed (prettily, of course.) “Can’t do that, Sir.”

”Yes you can.”

“No I cannot Sir!”

“Oh yes, you SO can!”

”No, Sir, I cannot. Sorry, Sir.”

He lunged on her. She dance away gaily and ran back into forest. Hippity hop.

“So this is the name of the game today! Two can play it, you naughty ponytail you!”

** ** **

She ran fast and laughed like a silver bell on the nipple ring of the forest dryad in bondage. She was not too concerned as she walked and ran after butterflies. Afore mentioned bondage dryads envied her but she wasn’t into play with them in the morning. It was more of an evening game. She ran towards her ‘grandma’s’ house. Hippity hop.

** ** **

In the gloom ‘grandma’ seemed pretty big and covered up to her chin, but that was all right.

“So what do you have such large eyes, ‘grandma’?”

“So I can see your hood better.”

“Ooooo. And why do you have such large ears?”

“So I can hear your screams and pleas better.”

“No sh … uuumm. Oooo. And why do you have such large hands ‘grandma’?”

“So I can grab you better and spank you till sun goes cold!”

“Oooo. And why do you have such big c… “

“Enough of foreplay, you bitch!” he roared and rushed out of the bed, grabbing her. He was still wearing grandma’s shift and a cap but the glassed flew off.

“Ooo, Sir! Fie Sir!”

He manhandled her and she was naked in no time. She was also on her knees in no time and sucking on his peerless pestle. Hippity hop.

He then put a brand new body harness on her and holding the reins drove her around the room using a cane as a goad. Then she was on her knees again and sucking his cock some more. Hippity hop.

Then he tied her to a ceiling hook and she hung horizonaly, trussed up, her legs open and bend in the knees. He produced the dog whip and used it. She swung and screamed.

“Helicopter, Sir!”

He swung her in a circle, then let her go. Little Red Riding Ponytail flew around the room propelled by the whip.


”Hweeeee!” She sang, leaving a fine spray of her liquid behind her. The whip cut that mist to connect with her HOOD repeatedly. Hippity hop.

The door crashed and the hunter rushed in, shotgun ready.

“Unhand the maiden you bad wolf you!”

Big Bad Wolf whirled, almost tripping in the shift. Ponytail was still circling and wheeeing.

“You ATE grandma! I know it!” he pointed the shotgun at him

Big Bad Wolf seemed confused. (Ponytail wheeed in the background).

“Why, yes. Of course I did.”

“Then I will liberate her!” His finger tightened on both triggers.

The door to the back room - the one with the hole! - flew open revealing a disheveled and very flushed ‘grandma’.

“What are you doing, young man? He was playing such a nice and innocent game with my granddaughter here! If you let them be He might eat me AGAIN!”

The hunter grew very red and dropped his eyes on the shot gum. It seemed to grow limp.

Big Bad Wolf grinned evilly.

“Grandma,” he inquired, smirking, “do you have those strap-ons still?”

“Sure do, son.! What do you have in mind?”

“You just bring them. And that special harness too.”

He laughed at the frightened hunter, smoothing the shift..

“Then we will all visit ponies.”

Ponytail giggled.

“Oooo Sir!”

Clipty clop.

** ** **

As the group went to pony stables Puck unglued his nose from the window. He ‘adjusted’ his pants and whipped his brow.

“Oh, man. That was something. Well, I guess it is back to dryads for me. I wonder if they can run on all fours carrying the donkey.”

And he hippity hoped back into the forest.

It was not Midsummer Eve, but, it will soon be. If he trained them hard enough ….

In the distance a pony brayed. It was still early morning.


THE END?

[Nikita]

I thank you dear Wolffie
For writing this story,
It's sure to make some readers horny.


*It's a terrible rhyme, but I want you to know, I really like your tail.

[triad]

It's been hard trying to write from an androgynous point of view. Anyways, it's time to revive this thread... and I think my sex is fairly clear this time.



I smiled at Chloe as she rubbed her gagged mouth against my crotch. A smile formed around the black ringgag as well when she felt my hard shaft straining against my jeans. It always pleased her that the mere sight of her bound and helpless created such effects upon me. She was absolutely beautiful kneeling by my feet, her arms laced tightly behind her in an armbinder, her thighs, calves and ankles buckled together by leather belts. The only other articles of clothing she wore were the thongs binding her toes and a now drenched crotchrope snug in her pussy.

Protruding her tongue, she lapped along the faded fabric. I can feel the firm pressure of her tongue, betraying her eagerness and I knew it would not be long before the object of her desire would peak above the waist of my low rise jeans. She had behaved exceptionally this week and this moment is no exception. Her birthday was this week and she desperately wished for the present that she had wanted for a long time. With great effort, I stopped her, holding her hair so she gazed up at me.

I leaned down and softly traced my tongue along her lips, tasting the moist flesh and the leather of the gag. She moaned into me and I pulled back, "Are you ready for your present?" She just moaned louder. Her eyes lost in mine, nodding her head.

I pinched her nipple as I helped her up, causing more juices to run down her quivering thighs. Leading her to the playroom, she let out a gasp of delight. In the middle, a velvet cloth covered a large box from view. It stood about three feet high, three feet wide and six feet long. She started licking my cheek with her tongue, pushing her ample bosom against my arm, thanking me profusely. It was the cage she had hoped for.

If she wasn't so excited, she would have noticed the hint of mischief in my smile. "Want to try it?"

She nodded immediately, her pussy overflowing, purring into my ear. I unbuckled the ringgag from her but she kept silent like a good girl, licking her lips instead. "Close your eyes and no peeking." Then I lifted her into my arms and she squealed a soft surprise. Her frowns communicated the thought running through her head. Afterall, why would I need to lift her into a cage? But she obediently kept her eyes closed. Carrying her over to the object, I removed the cloth covering the container beneath, revealing a giant fish tank.

Holding her fractions over the water, I smiled widely again, "Happy birthday," and dropped her into the tank.

[Nikita]

Ooooo...water torture? You got played by the double post demon.

[submissivewife]

I agree with LTP that was very HOT!

[Mad Lews]

Me thanks Triad
for reviving this musty old thread.
and in such a nice way, so what does "Typical Fantasy version 1.2 entail?

just curious
Mad Lews

[triad]

Version 1.01


I wonder if the students accepting my handshake and certificate can smell my arousal or see my juices running down my legs past the tight miniskirt. In fact, I am certain everyone can see the glistening juice due to the bright stage lights. I have no doubt that Mrs.Belluci is taking her time reading the names as I struggle to compose myself. But the battle was lost before it started; after all, it has been seventeen days.

The buzzing of the toy drums relentlessly, sending shivers to my toes, marching me towards an inevitable climax. I clench my teeth behind the forced smile, determined not to cum. Whatever it may take, I will not succumb to the humiliation even if my face is flushed, pulse racing, pussy pulsating and dripping. I simply will not allow it.

The eyes of the entire student population is before me and the school staff is behind me. I stand in between, my hips trying not to gyrate to the pleasurable humming within. I want to give in to the vibration, let it spread throughout my body. No, I must fight it. Not infront of the whole school.

At last the ceremony draws to a close but I linger around, waiting for others to leave. Mrs. Belluci remains with me, her hand inside her pocket, never missing a beat playing with the remote control. I stand bowlegged, my thighs clamped together, knees bent, attracting a few curious stares. I am gasping for air one moment and holding back my moans the next. My eyes plead desperately with Mrs. Belluci but she just smiles to the students exiting, an armslength away from the stage.

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours. My body trembles all over and my heels dig into the floor as the orgasm crushes over me. Instinctively, I cover my hands over my mouth to muffle my loud screams of ecstacy.

[triad]

Version 1.02

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours.

"Please..." my voice trembling and barely audible.

"Hmm?"

"Please...let...me.....me...cumm.." I have trouble speaking and my shoulder slumps to the floor providing an unobstructed view of the broken dam that is my pussy swaying wildly in the air.

"Can you image the sight you present now?"

I would have made an effort to answer except she turned the toy to max and all that escaped was the screams of my ecstacy.

[triad]

Version 1.03

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours.

"Please..." my voice trembling and barely audible.

"Hmm?"

"Please...let...me.....me...cumm.." I have trouble speaking and my shoulder slumps to the floor providing an unobstructed view of the broken dam that is my pussy swaying wildly in the air.

"You should have came earlier when you had the chance."

"...but...all the students..." I almost shrieked as the toy abruptly stopped. "NO! Please turn it back on. I NEED TO CUM. PLEASE." I am wailing on the floor of the stage on all fours. My hair in disarray and close to tears.

"Maybe tomorrow."

I held back my sobbing for the eighteenth time.

[orchid]

WOW!!
i can't decide which one i like best - i just know i want to read MORE!!

[Mad Lews]

I'm a firm believer in windows 98 SE but you've got me wondering.
Maybe it's time to upgrade to version 1.03

as long as the switch isn't too frustrating

Mad Lews

[Scorpio'sWill2Power]

A few random thoughts that I felt might fit in this thread.
Something I'd been toying around with for a bit this morning.


Olivia's behavior had given her Master numerous nights of
restless sleep of late. Fitful dreams when they came at
all of her unwillingness to accept herself and the role
she was born to fulfill.

"My heart aches when I have to raise my hand to you
in disappointment and sorrow," he whispered.

She struggled to turn her head and see her Master, to follow
his voice but her purple leather collar had been secured to
the table top by the small silver rings adorning it.

Her legs had been splayed open with the use of a spreader
bar which was secured to her ankle cuffs, then connected by
silk rope to each of the table legs on either side.

She lay prostrate before him, her body naked, exposing her
backside to him. Both hands bound one over the other
had been held aloft above the middle of her back by more of the
silk rope which looped over a beam in the ceiling above.

He'd placed a small azure blue square shaped pillow beneath
her mound to give her some measure of comfort where she bent
at the hips over the edge of the table. It would also help to
prevent any chaffing between the rough surface of the table
and her cunt mound when he disciplined her.

"I apologize Sir, I ask that you forgive me for my lack
of self worth, my disobedience and dishonor of your teachings,"
Olivia whimpered.

Master Feather watched with growing desire as Olivia's coppery
hair brushed over the milky white contrast of her shoulders as
she tried vainly to turn her head toward his voice.

The fire red mane fell about midway down her back, dancing over
the smooth pallet of her flesh like an artist's sable tip brush dipping
and swirling amid a sea of polar white.

"I truly ache that I must shear you my precious lamb, that I must
remove your identity so that you will grow and bloom again just as
your hair will in time."

Salty rivulets of tears began cascading down Olivia's cheeks and
pooling between her lips as she thought of being born again.
A part of her shamed by thoughts of losing her womanly beauty,
another part of her joyous that she would sacrifice her vanity to be
whole, to be complete in her Master's eyes.

Master Feather walked around to the opposite side of the table
taking Olivia's face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed the
tears which ran copiously down her cheeks now, his lips and tongue
tasting the untainted emotion that was spilling forth from his mate.

"This is not loss Olivia but rather a rebirth, a reawakening of who you
truly are inside and I do all that I do for you in love," he said as he
gave her forehead a final kiss.

Leaning over her he began gathering up Olivia's fiery locks into a tight
spiral with his sinewy hands. Twisting the coppery strands tightly till
they bunched up and threatened to rip free of their roots, he slipped
a thin piece of pink elastic from his wrist and rolled it down to the stalk
of hair to her scalp.

"Cleanse me Sir, take away all the filth that I've let myself become,
all the dishonesty, the vanity, the sin of pride and doubt in myself."

"Make me whole again in your eyes and with your discipline, truly
mark me as the whore I've allowed myself to become," she sobbed
watching Master Feather's hand reach to encompass the SOG Bowie
knife.

The honed edge of the six and a half inch blade slid beneath the
loop of Olivia's shock of hair. Slow even slashes of the ebony edged
steel began slicing through years of denial, of deceit and what she was
born to be in a life wasted in hiding from herself!

She could feel the feathery wisps of her own hair raining down on her
shoulders and tickling against the globes of her bare breasts as they
floated about her stiffening nipples. She felt a dull ache begin pulsing
wihin the pit of her tummy and tiny droplets of her own wetness drizzle
between the folds of her cunt.

Olivia was being reborn in the eyes of her Master and most importanly
being reawakened from her slumber of self denial. From this day forward
she knew she belonged totally and would never decieve herself or deny
her desires no matter how shamefull others might think them.

[chattel69]

The ultimate in submission is being totally nude from head to toe...

[Nikita]

You seduce with your tome, Sir. My favorite parts of your vignette:

The fire red mane fell about midway down her back, dancing over the smooth pallet of her flesh like an artist's sable tip brush dipping and swirling amid a sea of polar white.

I was near tears as she pledged her submission and then,

The honed edge of the six and a half inch blade slid beneath the loop of Olivia's shock of hair. Slow even slashes of the ebony edged steel began slicing through years of denial, of deceit and what she was born to be in a life wasted in hiding from herself!

Here is a sentence every sub should feel at least once in his/her lifetime:

She felt a dull ache begin pulsing wihin the pit of her tummy and tiny droplets of her own wetness drizzle between the folds of her cunt.

Thank you for sharing that pulse.

[Mad Lews]

Scorpio'sWill2Power
With thanks my good Sir for reviving this long dormant thread.
Such a wonderful little vignette of deep-seated submission,
A sub wavering between shame and pride.
Your descriptive prose does her justice.
May all your subs be a little bit rebellious.
It makes life so much more interesting
Mad Lews

[MsUther]

Olives destiny makes me sob.
You are a Master of words, good Sir.