Love Hurts by Anonymous

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Love Hurts
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The whisper of the wind through the emerald leaves brought with it the scent of wild garlic and jasmine.  None of the sounds of the outside world permeated the ring of trees, leaving only the sounds of nature, and the crackling of the fire.  The sun was high overhead, it was perhaps noon, and the warmth of its normally welcome face did little to warm the ice of my naked flesh.

The long grass in the clearing must have tickled her bare thighs as she paced around me.  Her normally relaxed, easy expression was stern now, her eyes hooded in the mask of her frowning glare.  She paced the same circular path around where I was, bound hand and foot over a felled tree, the bark pressing painfully against my flesh, the very idea of beetles and bugs creeping across my skin elliciting a involuntary quivering.  The fire spat and hissed and growled, hidden in my blind-spot.  Each time I tried to turn to look at it the thick rope around my wrists would yank me, tug me back without hope of release.

I tried to recall when this dark mood had overtaken my Mistress, the woman that was grooming me for a place at her feet.  Certainly, the mood was frequent enough that I could recognise it as being a cause for alarm.  When She was angry, she scowled.  She was not scowling now.  When she was upset, she let her mask of easiness slip away.  This was different, it was intense.  It was fearful.

My mind drifted to last night, recalling how she had me kneel at her feet. Her lithe fingers eased beneath the curve of my chin, pushing it up to regard her, serious eyes bore into mine, "Do you love me?", she had asked.
"Yes", I had responded wholeheartedly. What other reply could I give her?  What other answer could there be? Was she expecting something else? Her fingers dropped away from me, falling like autumnal leaves, her eyes returning to her viewing, but something had clearly unbalanced her happiness.  Her expression had slipped a little to what it was right now.  That night she had not allowed me my usual comforts such as sleeping in her bed, but instead had left me downstairs.

The unfeeling click of the leash being attached to my collar snapped me out of twisted dreams. I blearily blinked awake, looking up into the face of Her as she threw some clothes at me and a small pack, her expression set in the visage she still bore as she trailed through the grass.  Every couple of revolutions around the tree she made, she would pause at the fire and poke at it, then return to her unending patrol.  Not a single word was uttered as she paced.

The ropes bit hard into my wrists, holding me over the log, they bit into my ankles, spreading me over the fallen oak.  The sun kissed down my spine, over my bare bottom. The spitting and growling of the fire behind me spoke to me, imagining her poking it with a large stick.  I wondered at this behaviour.  It wasn't cold enough to warrant a fire. The sound of sizzling and spitting grew closer. Then the words...

"Do you love me?"

"Yes..."  I mumbled, earning a painful crack across my backside.  Again, she fired the question at me.  This time I spoke clearly. "Yes!"  I declared.  Again, her hand fell on my bottom, her manicured nails leaving imagined lines of red.  Again, the question came, growled at me.  "Do. You. Love. Me?"

Naked, shivering, bound, helpless, and beaten with the same question ov er and over,  the sound of my yelled declaration  sent the birds shooting out of the trees.  The hissing and spitting sound from behind me rose in volume and something the size of a large coin pressed firmly into the meat of my spanked bottom.

'What is...'

I had been wondering what it was pressing on my naked flesh when the sudden, violent searing pain bit deeply into my flesh and bore a hole, the stench of bacon frying filled my nose, my scream felt like I was breathing fire.  She held it firmly, pressing down hard, preventing me moving... I passed out.

The sunlight through my eyelids brought me around, a hand stroking through my hair.  The brand on my backside raw, painful, the flesh forever etched with her mark.  Cradling my head in her arms, her expression had softened, her cheeks lined with tears.  I realised that she had not been angry, but scared.  I suddenly understood she had not been annoyed, she had been concerned. I was about to mumble "Do you love me?" to her, when she answered before I could speak.

"Mine," she said.

Mistress's Name by Casey

C can stand for many things, communication, caring, concern, control, all of these and more are elements in my relationship with my Mistress that I value highly. During the time I was gone, I missed them all and the absence of them made me realize just how much my Mistress and the things she brings into my life mean to me.

R is for relationship. The relationships between Mistress and I, and the other members of her house, and the relationships I've built with so many other people here. In the 9 months or so I've been at the D and with Mistress, I've built so many wonderful bonds with people that I'm so proud to call friends and family.

I is for integrity, one of my Mistress' strongest qualities and one that she values in me. Being open and honest about everything is so very important to both of us, and everyone in the house.

S is for strength. Mistress is one of the strongest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. She stands up for her beliefs and encourages her boys and friends to do so as well, to have the strength of your convictions.

S is for stubborn. For not giving up when it seems like everything is stacked against you, something I've learned about over the time I've been with Mistress and especially while I was away. I refused to let technology issues defeat me and found a way to get back to where I belong, at my Mistress' feet.

Y is for yearning, the need to be Mistress' boy, that hunger to make her happy in any way I can.


V is for victory, my victory over my technology issues and returning to Mistress!

I is for intense. The intensity of my feelings for Mistress took me by surprise at first, but now I wouldn't give it up for anything. I find myself falling deeper in love with her every day, and I still can't get over it.

P is for paddle! When I hear Mistress say, "Casey, get your paddle" I can't help but start to squirm in anticipation of that sweet sting I know I'll be feeling for her enjoyment.

E is for excitement, something I feel all the time when I'm with Mistress, no matter what we're doing - running around hunting little boxes, dancing, geeking out about a favorite movie, tv show, or books....it's all exciting to me and I love it.

R is for respect. I respect Mistress highly, for all of the things above, as well as so many other qualities she has. She is an amazing woman and I will be forever thankful that she loves me and wants me as her boy.

Rose by Skylog

One day a stranger came to a city, they laughed at his strange language and the police arrested him. That day a Lady Lucie came to the prison and paid for his freedom, she smiled and said "off you go, sweet boy." She had helped him and treated him fantastic.

One day he decided to repay her kindness. First he started writing a poem, but he felt the laughter. He gave up and decided to paint a rose, a rose she could place on her wall.

He had a few coins and he bought canvas, a brush and white paint, he could not afford more.

He looked at the white paint and wondered how he could paint a rose with that? Then he  got an idea, he could pick red roses and put them in the paint. He had done so and he started to paint the petals, with long red strokes, with such smooth movements of his hands.

He painted and he was lost in it, how the red color was passion, the gratitude he had toward this woman for her kindness, the deep bond he felt was between them.

At one time he had stopped shocked, a rose need water! Since he was a Prince he had found a needle and made a hole in his finger and the blue blood flowed out of him and he had put it in the paint.  He started to mix the red and blue paint, the light, reflections and after a while he nodded satisfied and started to finish the painting.

A Rose like this needs a Sky and he was lucky he had more paint and blood. He was a little pale now, but he wanted to finish his rose painting. He was carried away with the painting, he painted with his heart, he painted how he saw Miss Lucie, he used his intuition, the swipes and his smooth moving hands.

After some time he was satisfied: he was a Prince and had grown up with fantastic paintings. He nodded satisfied and taken the painting under the arm and brought it to Lady Lucie. He had looked shy and she had said, "what brings you here to my home, sweet boy?" He had handed her the painting and said "Thank you, for being so kind to me".

Lady Lucie looked at the picture for a long time and said "I know exactly on which wall this lovely Japanese sunset shall be placed."

The sweet guy smiled wide and said: "A sunset is the rose in the sea and since you are a Japanese pirate, you live places where no roses grow. A sunset is the best cure when you are feeling sad. And you Lady Lucie, you shall never feel sad, when I am around."

Ashamed by Anonymous

This is a real confession.  This is the first time I have ever shared it.  Nobody in my RL knows this, and I still feel ashamed of it.

 I moved to the South of England when I was 16 in a heart-wrenching period of my life, and settled in a town called Horsham.  I attended an all boys school, and made a few new friends, though my northern accent caused more conflict than anything else there.  In short, I was isolated and alone.  Until Stephen invited me around to his to hang out.

Stephan and I were friends, though I didn't really have much in common with him.  He was fat, smelly and liked football.  I was short, slim and preferred rugby.  We had to find something to talk about... And thats where his girlfriend came into play.

Meeting at his house, I met Laura for the first time.  I am not a confident person, but she was really pretty.  She was perhaps two years older than me.  She was a woman, really, and I felt like a spotty kid.  Instantly, I fancied her.  We three were alone in the house (Stephen's parents worked shifts or something I think.  I never met them).  So, being alone, and teenaged, we got some larger out and began drinking and talking.

As I said already, I was small... and it didn't take much for me to feel the warm glow of the beginnings of being drunk.  We started talking about what each of us were going to be, and me, slightly inebriated, mentioned being a lawyer.  This led to talk of wigs, and that led to makeup... and that led to Laura suggesting she gave me a makeover.

I should have said no.

But I didn't.  It sounded fun.

For the longest time, I have always fantasied about being female.  The idea of a makeover made me squirm.  It sounded forbidden, taboo, and yet at the same time, so right.  I should have said no.

But I said yes.

Stephen thought this was hilarious, and found his mum's makeup.  Laura sat, straddled, on my lap and began to apply foundation, blusher, eye-liner and lipstick...  And I loved it.  I found her hips over mine and, being a teenager, had no control.  I think all boys of that age think with their balls.  I know I was.  Laura could have done anything to me then, if she simply remained on my lap, like my girlfriend.

"There now... a proper little sissy" Laura said at last, when she was done.  I remember I felt really same-faced at that, but elated too.  Although it was obviously over, I didn't want it to be.  I was embarrassed, but it was fun too.  Her next words made me stir even more.   "We should dress you up!"

In no time at all, I was handed a dress of Stephen's mother's.  Her shoes wouldn't fit me, but in the end, I had on some tights, a pair of (I am afraid to say) granny pants, and a white dress that was impossible to zip up behind me.  Thankfully, Laura helped me out there.

That isn't the confession though.  That just sets the context for what came next.  Something I have never done since.

Returning to the room, I say Laura and Stephen kissing, and instantly felt in the wrong place.  Obviously Laura saw this and waved me closer, guided me by my hands...

...and sat me on Stephan's lap.

She told me to kiss him.  I did.  His tongue invaded my mouth and I let him.  I closed my eyes, imagined I was a girl... And kissed back.   I felt Laura stroking my back, encouraging me.  The kissing ended a little while later... And Stephen unzipped his fly.   I looked at him and watched as Laura took him out of his pants and stroked him.  She was looking at me, and gestured me closer....

God knows why i got closer.  I think I was caught up in the moment, perhaps in the fantasy of being female, or simple because a pretty girl was asking me to...

I stroked him.  Other than my own, his is the only other cock I ever touched.  He was hard, and kinda crooked.

"Kiss it..." Laura told me.

I am ashamed to say that I did that.  I kissed the head of his cut cock, It was weird.  I didn't really like it.  But Laura kept telling me I was a good girl... her hand was on my head, gently pushing me down on him...

I didn't last long.  I couldn't stand it.  I pulled away and ran into the toilet.  I didn't emerge for half an hour, ashamed... Laura wasn't there when I emerged, but Stephen was.  I phoned home for my mom to pick me up.

I never saw Laura again.  And shortly afterwards, my family moved back up north.  I left the past there...

Naked Dreams by Kyler

Naked Dreams.
Ever since i can remember, i have had thoughts of being caught naked.  These thoughts were manifested in night dreams as well as day dreams.  These dreams always took me to public places where there was no place to hide my nakedness.  With the advent of online adult chat sites and later SL,  these thoughts were never out of my mind.  SL brought a new thrill to my dreams when i found that there are actually Dominant Ladies willing talk about making my dream fantasies a reality.  This gave me an unbelievable desire to serve a Dominant Lady.  my first time taking this fantasy to real life seems like it happened just yesterday.  The day that  Mistress and i met was filled so much excitement and nervous sweaty palms that i thought i would pass out.  Mistress  and i went out to a very nice dinner where i did begin to relax briefly.  Then it was time to end the dinner and go to a room.  I was so nervous as Mistress had me enter the room.  i immediately dropped to my knees before Mistress.  She told me to look at the floor.   This was pure agony as Mistress is very beautiful.
i smelled a faint aroma of leather and my mind wandered.  As Mistress placed Her finger under my chin and slowly pulled my head upwards, i was trembling.  A pointed black boot came into view.  i was in awe, nervous, and shaking as Mistress continued to raise my eyes.  At that point i must have passed out because everything went black.
When i awake i will continue this with part 2.

 humbly submitted
kyler

One Enchanted Evening Part 3 by Anonymous

Last we saw the Lady and her boy had arrived at the big fetish party and had begun to walk through the manor to a destination only known to the Lady... the way it should be...
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I walked slowly through the halls of the mansion at the areas carefully set aside for the various sins, enjoying the displays and demonstrations of public play, raw need, desire and intensity displayed in each.  Most of the areas were closed off and behind closed doors, but others were open and I made sure to take a look into each of those to see what the display was all about.

Gluttony featured a young boy, strapped to something resembling a saw horse which was designed to immobilize him fully on his stomach. The boy strapped to the device was indeed held fast, much to the delight of the two Ladies standing on either end of him.  His hands and arms were bound at his back, and his legs were bound wide.   His mouth wore a ring gag which left the second hole as vulnerable as the other.  One Lady was in front of him and one in back, and they were very generously filling his hungry holes - both of them.  They were almost working his flesh in tandem, and I watched their intensity at the work at hand.  The sound of flesh being vigorously being penetrated could be heard clearly, mingled with the delighted sounds of the Ladies as they fed the boy's need for more and more.

Envy on the other hand, was an amusing scene, with several involved.  Two boys bound and on their knees, secured to the floor in the middle of the scene, chained to a platform.  Both boys were straining against their bindings, their cocks caged and their mouths gagged to prevent them from having any say in their torment.  Before them was a beautiful throne, and on it was a stunning Lady, her legs parted for the boy with his head between them.  His hands were tied behind his back as he knelt.   He was greedily licking to service the Lady, pleasing her from the sounds of delight she made as she tugged on the chain attached to his collar.  She ordered him to use his tongue in this way or that in a quite demanding tone.  The subs made to watch on the floor trembled and whimpered behind their gags, a slight buzzing noise indicated they were likely to be plugged as well as they were made to watch.

At last I arrived at our destination, seeing a red banner with gold lettering announcing the area beyond the door simply as "Sloth".  I turned the handle of the door and it opened. Passing through the simple door was like entering a rainforest, with many vines of rope dangling around the room from the ceiling.  They hung from a large metal lattice frame high above. A true work of beauty.  I couldn't help but stop and take a long look, admiring the work it took to set up the extensive suspension rig.  After the first time I had seen it up, I had never looked at a painters scaffolding the same again. When I looked back down, I smiled, seeing my mentor walking to meet us. I eagerly walked forward to meet her embrace.  I hugged her and then turned to look over my shoulder, pulling back a bit.  My boy was wide eyed at the ropes and rigging,  and looked back down to smile at us both of us nervously.

"First things first," I said, pulling away from my friend, and turning around, I reached into the small bag I had packed for today.  I took out the new toy that I had brought with me for just this occasion.  I held up and presented the new cock cage to him, watching the mixed feelings in his face,  I took a couple of step to him and very expertly I took what is mine into my hand.  In no time I placed the new cage on him, taking advantage of his nervousness at the moment which had left him small enough to fit in it easily.  I closed it with a snap and just in time.  The touching was already making him grow and when I looked up his face was bright red.  My mentor chuckled softly at his reaction to being handled.  "He's very precious," she said simply.

"The ropes are prepared,." she said, her eyes sparkling.   "Then let's begin,"  I said with a soft laugh.  I let my mentor lead us to a small platform set under a canopy of hanging ropes, set in the middle of the room.  My mentor touched my boy's face gently then, seeing his nervousness and the sheen of perspiration on his face.  No words, just the touch, and he smiled in response, understanding her gesture.  I looked up at the ropes above, seeing that some of them were secured above, and others hung loosely over the bars, both ends freely dangling.  A third set of ropes were looped over a bar above, and secured to poles off to the sides of where we stood.   I smiled.  My mentor was always thorough and inventive even for this brief foray for my boy and I.

"Stand on the platform, boy,"  I directed, guiding him to step up on the platform and stand in its center.  I set the bag down to watch.  My mentor took his wrists in her hands and pulled up his arms directly over his head.  As she positioned his arms, I was gathering the two ropes I needed to begin in my hands, feeling the weight of them.  I slid my hands over them gently in order to gage the length to leave below the first knots, then began to secure his wrists and forearms,  I could hear him take a deep breath and then let it out slowly as he had done each time we tried something new that made him nervous.   With loops and knots, as well as just the right tension, I was able to tie them separately, each wrist getting its own special attention until they were both ready to be secured above his head.

The next set of ropes would be unsecured at the other ends until I was done attaching them to him, and looking up I was able to see exactly which ones to use.  I nodded to my mentor and as I took he first of them in hand, she took the other end which hung down from the bars above.  I began wrapping the rope around his thigh, and securing it.  The wrapping ensured the drag from being hung was spread through several strands of rope tied to different parts of his body, not just one that would bite into his flesh harder than she wished. When one was done, she moved to the other and repeated the process....slowly, deliberately as the boy stood still, his breathing only slightly quicker in anticipation.

I paused when I was done with this step and put a finger to his lips, touching them gently, then watched as he kissed the tip of it softly.  I leaned in to kiss his lips with a firm but sweet kiss , then licked his lips slowly, tasting his anticipation. Turning back to face my mentor, I nodded.  She snapped her fingers and her boy came from the back of the room where he must have been quietly waiting.   She nodded to the other side  and I watched them, in sync, each move to one of the secured ends of the ropes that were tied to the side poles. They both unsecured the ropes and pulled firmly, and my boy was lifted up with my hands supporting his back.  Their pull was slow and steady, until my boy was in position where his wrists and thighs were at the same elevation, his legs open wide.  The ropes then tied off again securely and my mentor and her boy stood and nodded the step was completed.

The next bit had the more complicated knot work, and to give me enough to work with, these longer ropes laid on the ground at my feet.  I took the first and began the process of building the rope lattice to support his waist and hips to absorb some of his dangling weight.   I sang a song in my mind as I worked, focused on the task at hand as I had been taught, the song being a mnemonic device to help me remember the knots, the testion, as well as the structure as it formed in my hands.   I weaved the structure right under him, wanting to do this step myself as it would be the primary support to keep him safe.  When I was done, I tightened up the ropes so the the lattice raise up right under him and elevated his torso.  I remember the first time I had been taught this task, as it had reminded me of a Jacob's ladder and the games I played with yarn as a girl with my friends.
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With the last of the ropes in place, I stepped off the platform to look at our work.  My mentor walked over and smiled, nodding her silent approval.  I walked around my boy then, running fingers over the ropes, over his skin, checking the tension of the ropes, his positioning, how his skin was coping with the bindings.   His arousal at being bound was clear from the flush of his skin, the hardness of his nipples as well as the reaction displayed lower down on his body.  I took a moment to lick one of his hard nipples with the very tip of My tongue and watched him jerk and moan.   The ropes held and he was unable to move very much at all.  The test was passed.

When I was satisfied I turned to my mentor and held out my hands.  She took them and held them as I spoke, "Thank you so much for your instruction and your help in making this possible."  Without her expertise and patience with me as a student, I would not have this moment to enjoy with my boy.   She simply smiled a warm and happy smile.  She pulled away gently and motioned for her boy to follow her as they moved to the door and out of the room into the hall beyond.  I knew she would stay at the door and ensure us some privacy as well as wait until we were done to help with dissembling the rigging.

Once they left, I could hear my boy swallow in the now very quiet room as I approached him, a soft moan escaping from his lips as I came back into his view.   I stepped up between his legs and ran a gloved hand down his thigh and up, squeezing. I touched his balls gently as he jerked instinctively.  I took him into my hand and began massaging his full sack as he moaned and lifted his hips.  Seeing him like this, I imagined doing all kinds of things to him.  I let My mind imagine the many ways I could display and use him suspended and helpless. However, of all the things that I could and would do to him, they would have to wait.   All I wanted right now was to fuck him and take his sweet little ass cunt until I was satisfied.

The small bag I had brought with us, I had set down to the right of the platform.  The toy bag had the supplies in it I needed and I leaned down to gather them.  I stood and began by squeezing the lube onto his puckered hole and watched it clench and unclench in anticipation.   He was beginning to pant lightly, his chest rising and falling as he got more and more excited.  Once he was lubed,  I began putting on the strap on. Once on, I generously lubed it and placed it to his anus, pressing just up to the muscled rim.  I rubbed his hole with the head and watched him squirm and moan in excitement.  I smacked his ass hard with my hand... once, twice, three times as I slid the head into him, watching his cock jump in its cage.

The feeling of his ass stretching as I penetrated him was so very satisfying and arousing.  I stopped where I was, just inside him and held it there, enjoying his sounds of pleasure and surprise at the sensation.  I slid only a couple of inches in then, about the length of the plug I had been training him with and held it still again, feeling him squirm in his bindings as he tried to get more of me inside of him.  I loved teasing him, and he never disappointed at wanting more  I placed a hand on his stomach.  "You will get as much or as little as I wish, slut."   I felt him shudder at my statement and his cock begin to leak in his excitement and frustration of being held tight.

I began fucking his ass slowly and shallowly then, his eyes wide and watching me and no doubt seeing his own hunger reflected there.  His moans began to merge with whimpering and I slid in a bit more, watching his eyes open wide as he released a few expletives from his lips at the sensations.  I kept up a slow pace in and out of his sweet hole, stretching him so he could take it deeper and faster as I wanted.  Then with each push inside him I began spanking his ass with my gloved  hand firmly, one cheek then the other. Firm, openhanded smacks that would sting and redden his bottom. His cock was jumping in its cage and his whimpering grew louder, yelping at each hard smack of my hand.

Inching in deep and deeper as I went, I mixed a sweet cocktail of pleasure and pain, continuing the training of his mind and body that pain and pleasure are the two heads to the coin of pleasing me, that both together made my happiness more complete. I stretched him further, taking my time, watching the sweat on his face, seeing the rapturous pleasure on his face as his body pulled taut against the ropes, his hips rocking as much as they could given the bindings.  I knew he had had fantasies about this moment and so had I.  Fantasy, dream, present and reality merged until there was only this room and our fulfilling our desires.

I thrust in deeper now, the full length of my cock inside him and watched him scream, a panicked and strangled cry as I banged him deep and slow.  Every muscle stood out as his body went rigid, his precum dripping down from his cock, down his side and to the floor as his trapped cock released the only way that it could.  His eyes were wild as he watched me, and his mouth was open in an "o" and desperate sounds of pleasure and frustration flowed from it.   I continued to fuck and spank him until my cock moved fairly easily in and out and he began to tremble and cry.  Only then did I pause deep inside him.

I leaned over, still deep inside him, and kissed away the tears spilling down his cheeks, feeling his legs and body trembling hard. The warm salty taste of his tears was erotic and I savored them.  I kissed his lips next and felt him kiss back, hungry, urgently.  I took his mouth then, hard and deep, taking my time to enjoy the whimpers still coming from him.  My hand slid down to open the cock cage that trapped him.  I let the length of him spring from it  and I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed as I broke the kiss.  One word of permission was all it took.  "Cum."

His body trembled and shook and his whole body went stiff again as he orgasmed and jerked against the ropes over and over for some time. I was sure that anyone directly outside the room could hear and that was a different kind of display that made me smile.  I held onto him tight and watched the cum pool on his stomach until he slumped, breathing quickly and crying new tears that streamed down his face.  After he was done he was still hard in my hand and I released him from my grip. Picking up the towel, I toweled him off and then pulled him into my arms.  I held him tight for some time, feeling him sob, shaking.  I let him take his time, and after some time, he calmed.  When he stopped and his breathing returned to normal, I stood and released him with a soft smile, stroking his face.  "Its time to go home, my boy,"

I heard the door open and when I looked up, I saw my mentor and her boy came through it,   The boy brought over a chair to the side of the platform, then they waited until I untied the lattice work. The two of them moved to the two ropes to the side and helped to gently lower him to the platform.  I untied him then, letting him slowly sit in the chair while I looked him over.  He was quiet, but smiling, a very dopey drugged grin on his face.   I chuckled seeing that, and took my time, checking his skin, the circulation, the bruising.  There was very little of the latter, which pleased me, since that was not part of the lesson today..

While I was working to free him, I hadn't noticed my mentor return with the box of his clothing.  She placed it on the ground and the two left quietly while I helped my boy clean off and dress. Another perfect step taken.  Like creating a cherished piece of art, I was enjoying every stroke and painstaking touch in creating this bond.  I took him home then, and after a very hot cleansing shower, I let him sleep in my bed, my arms around him as he slept, and I drifted off to thoughts of the next steps for us.

The End?   probably not

Friday Night Part Six by Anonymous

Friday Night  part six

She smoothed her hair as she glanced sideways at the boy.  Absorbed in his task, he didn't notice.  He bent over the silver silk shoe, carefully dabbing the sole and heel pad with a cloth soaked in matacide.  She never walked in these shoes. They were spotless. The soles gleamed. The gems encrusted in the silk sparkled under the bright light he'd focused on his work table.

She squinted at the dainty gold and diamond watch on her wrist.  Too vain to wear her glasses, the watch functioned as jewelry, rather than a useful time piece.

"What time is it, boy?"

"It's nearly seven o'clock, Padrona," he answered.

She smiled.  He used to call her "mistress", but recently she'd asked him to use the Spanish word instead.  He didn't roll the "r" the way her old servants did.  She'd have to remind him to improve his pronunciation.

Leaning back in her chair, she streched out her long legs.

"Are these stockings too greyish?" she wondered.  She asked the boy's opinion.

"It wont' be this bright in the dungeon.  I think they'll match to the shoes, when we're there."

"When we're there..."

Her voice drifted off.  She wiggled her toes and moved her foot to his thigh, inching up it to his crotch.

He felt her big toe poking him in the balls, gently, tickling him in the groin..  He tried to stay still, felt the blood rushing down.  Her feet were as supple, as dextrous as her hands. He should not be surprised by now, by her agility, but he was, every time.

He looked up from his work at her face.  She was still staring at her stockings. Her toe continued to move, though she didn't seem to be controlling it.  Like a blind worm, seeking to mate with his own blind worm.  Disconcerting.  He stiffened as the toe dug deep into his right ball.

"Are you nearly done with that?  We need to finish packing the bag; it's getting late."

"Yes, Padrona. Just done now."

He put the shoes in their matching silk bag, pulled the strings tight and set them inside the black leather bag on the table.

She nodded.  Her curly red hair swung around her shoulders as she stood up, looked for her coat and motioned the boy. He brought her street shoes, holding each one out for her to slip into.  He held up her coat, she slipped it on too.

They stood by the front door.

"Ready?" she said.
"Yes, Padrona"

He looked down at her street shoes and felt his balls aching. How much more they would they ache, when they returned?  The heels of her silver shoes would cut his groin, the weight of the spotless soles on his balls would be agony.  He smiled and opened the front door