Gloria led him down the garden path. She had an imperious attitude and an indifference that was off-putting – until people got to know her. Then they either hated her, or followed her like the children of Hamlin behind the Pied Piper. She would lead those brave enough or foolhardy enough to follow her off to a cave – perhaps the entrance to a labyrinth -- never to be seen again. At least in not in Hamlin….
He was one of the enchanted.
And after being seduced into a trance, he awoke to find his mind was no longer exclusively his. Neither was his body, totally naked. It was real. The When he glanced into a mirror, he peered at a familiar face. It looked as it always did. Real. But -- when he closed his eyes and let his mind wander, he found himself in a labyrinth. Happy but lost. Confused. He was inside of a dream -- called ever further into its twisting passages. He was wandering, lost inside his mind, his convoluted cavernous spirit. And he was there with Gloria.
He thought of Dante’s trips through the realms of the Great Beyond: to Heaven, to Purgatory, to Hell. But Gloria was no innocent Beatrice; she didn’t have an ounce of innocence in her. Still, he followed. Into the labyrinth. Enchanted.
She played a pipe and the tune was hypnotic. She played his pipes. He danced to the tune.
“If this is slavery,” he thought, “I am content with slavery.” He knew he might be betrayed, or find himself face to face with something he couldn’t cope with deep inside the twisting passages. He prayed she wasn't leading him to a Minotaur. Somehow, he trusted her.
His life had always been a journey. He was always on a trail. He had seldom found anyone he cared to travel with. And then – Gloria. She looked at him, sized him up, questioned him a bit, listened to him for a while and then uttered two simple words: “Follow me!”
He did. And he was still doing so.
Into the heart of darkness, perhaps. On that famous highway: The Road to Perdition. Maybe. But he’d never visited the town of Perdition. Not yet. Perhaps that’s where Gloria was leading him. It really didn’t matter.
He gazed at her buttocks, down her thighs to her slim ankles. There, on a gold chain was a single key. She had possession. He was hers.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Breathe Me In by Anonymous
I reach that space
The line between conscious and make believe
Drunken haze cut my sharp reality
Torn dreams and bent mentality
The skewed view that occupies my mind
In the time she occupies my body
I become something else
her feverish re-imagination of my form
shifting moment to moment with fluidic desires
reforging in the fires of her unquenched lust
for the control she already has
She tears at my skin
wanting to break me open and crawl inside
mess with the very fibers of my being
strum at them as if playing me like her musical instrument
taunting from me the exquisite noises that spell out the symphony of her fantasy.
Wet tears, bare fears, sweaty palms
she appears
deep inside my mind
Taking away my sense of self
giving me a sense of purpose
giving me a sense of ownership
that's all I become
in the hot heated moments of this painful playtime
wrenching at my understanding of how the world works
I enter hers
her world
where every moment she seeks to tear me apart
into invisible atoms of pure submission
and breathe me in.
The line between conscious and make believe
Drunken haze cut my sharp reality
Torn dreams and bent mentality
The skewed view that occupies my mind
In the time she occupies my body
I become something else
her feverish re-imagination of my form
shifting moment to moment with fluidic desires
reforging in the fires of her unquenched lust
for the control she already has
She tears at my skin
wanting to break me open and crawl inside
mess with the very fibers of my being
strum at them as if playing me like her musical instrument
taunting from me the exquisite noises that spell out the symphony of her fantasy.
Wet tears, bare fears, sweaty palms
she appears
deep inside my mind
Taking away my sense of self
giving me a sense of purpose
giving me a sense of ownership
that's all I become
in the hot heated moments of this painful playtime
wrenching at my understanding of how the world works
I enter hers
her world
where every moment she seeks to tear me apart
into invisible atoms of pure submission
and breathe me in.
An Exquisite Corpse Part 2
by: Bambi, Eli, Susannah, Joracus, Summer and Nej
Edited by Nej
I crept silently along the dark, damp wall, looking furtively around me, searching. I had heard there was a Femdom here, but the place appeared to be in ruins. The moon was high and the light shown softly over the crumbing castle, casting long shadows. The grounds were overgrown and deserted; cicadas chirped loudly in the background, creating a loud hum. As I slowly circled the ruins, working my way steadily toward the center of the demolished castle, I heard faint rustling behind me, barely audible over the roar of the cicadas; the air was still and cold. My pace quickened, heart pounding. I jumped over the low, rock wall, crouching down, praying I wasn't being followed. Suddenly a cold blast of air ripped through the night and then -- everything went still. I peeked slowly over the cold, rock wall searching for someone, anyone. As I scanned the grounds a shadow flitted across the night sky. I squinted looking closer. “What was that?” I thought silently to myself. I inched forward, craning my neck to get a better look and suddenly a woman materialized in front of me. She was a translucent shape, clad in leather, dark hair pulled back severely; these accentuated her angular features and pale skin. A long, leather bull whip hung from her right hand. Her thigh high boots shone in the moonlight. She stared at me. Then, moving closer, she leaned in and whispered, “Follow me slut, I know what you’re here for.”
I stared back at her and I felt the anger rising. I took a step back in shock. In all my years as a musician in Second Life, no one has ever greeted me with such insulting words. Then I heard her shout "Get on your knees, bitch ". I managed to say, "Excuse me, are you talking to me? I was invited here to play music at an event and is this how you treat visitors?" She shouted again: "I told you once, slut: men kneel here!" I spoke. "What? Listen, Lady, I am a respected musician and I certainly did not come here to be insulted like this".
She sighed softly and her gaze never left my face. “I don’t think you know why you came here, boy. In fact, I don’t think you know the first thing about who…or WHAT…you really are.” The look on her face was beginning to scare me – it was almost…predatory. “Look," I said, "let’s just forget this whole thing! I’ve clearly made a mistake.” I turned and strode toward the door, only to find my way blocked by the most massive person I had ever seen, holding a very large bull-whip. I heard her chuckle softly behind me as I stumbled to a halt.
I spun around quickly looking behind myself, only to find nothing there. I looked around, violently, trying to find the source of the noise: a chuckle. Beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I got more and more nervous. It happened again. Again the chuckle. Spinning around once more I saw it, standing there now in front of me. I was staring blankly.
I froze, feeling icy cold hands gently stroking my neck. I attempted to wrestle away from those hands -- but they wouldn't have it. As I writhed, they steadily became firmer, almost monastic in their grip. Sharpened fingernails reminded me to be still. As I tried to control my breathing, my mind raced ahead. Who is this behind me? Who is that chuckling fool in front of me? Perhaps they are friends. While reaching out to the amorphous being in front of me I thought I detected the glimmer of a tear. I said: "Lady, would you like a drink?"
"I would not." She leaned back in her chair, regarding me coldly. I shivered. "Boy, I don't think you truly understand why you are here..". I replied: "L...ady? Am I not here to serve you?" She laughed a cruel laugh as she stood and slowly approached where I now cowered on the floor. Leaning down she tipped my face back and ran a fingernail down my cheek, the pointed toe of her boot pressing against my naked cock. "Oh, you will serve me, boy!" I screamed as she placed a cold, metal collar closed tightly around my throat, chain attached. Cold laughter echoed in the chamber as she dragged me to the stone slab and chained me to it. She was not gentle, and my sobs of pain and my pleas for mercy were greeted with a broad grin. It never reached her eyes. "Scream as loud as you want, boy! Only the ghosts will hear you!" Then I felt the cold steel of a dagger -- opening my flesh, my warm blood dripping down my side. "You see boy, you will serve me -- with your life." She gestured with her blade to the far end of the room. To my growing horror I saw the ghosts of subs long thought to be exiled coming to claim me. As a brother!
Edited by Nej
I crept silently along the dark, damp wall, looking furtively around me, searching. I had heard there was a Femdom here, but the place appeared to be in ruins. The moon was high and the light shown softly over the crumbing castle, casting long shadows. The grounds were overgrown and deserted; cicadas chirped loudly in the background, creating a loud hum. As I slowly circled the ruins, working my way steadily toward the center of the demolished castle, I heard faint rustling behind me, barely audible over the roar of the cicadas; the air was still and cold. My pace quickened, heart pounding. I jumped over the low, rock wall, crouching down, praying I wasn't being followed. Suddenly a cold blast of air ripped through the night and then -- everything went still. I peeked slowly over the cold, rock wall searching for someone, anyone. As I scanned the grounds a shadow flitted across the night sky. I squinted looking closer. “What was that?” I thought silently to myself. I inched forward, craning my neck to get a better look and suddenly a woman materialized in front of me. She was a translucent shape, clad in leather, dark hair pulled back severely; these accentuated her angular features and pale skin. A long, leather bull whip hung from her right hand. Her thigh high boots shone in the moonlight. She stared at me. Then, moving closer, she leaned in and whispered, “Follow me slut, I know what you’re here for.”
I stared back at her and I felt the anger rising. I took a step back in shock. In all my years as a musician in Second Life, no one has ever greeted me with such insulting words. Then I heard her shout "Get on your knees, bitch ". I managed to say, "Excuse me, are you talking to me? I was invited here to play music at an event and is this how you treat visitors?" She shouted again: "I told you once, slut: men kneel here!" I spoke. "What? Listen, Lady, I am a respected musician and I certainly did not come here to be insulted like this".
She sighed softly and her gaze never left my face. “I don’t think you know why you came here, boy. In fact, I don’t think you know the first thing about who…or WHAT…you really are.” The look on her face was beginning to scare me – it was almost…predatory. “Look," I said, "let’s just forget this whole thing! I’ve clearly made a mistake.” I turned and strode toward the door, only to find my way blocked by the most massive person I had ever seen, holding a very large bull-whip. I heard her chuckle softly behind me as I stumbled to a halt.
I spun around quickly looking behind myself, only to find nothing there. I looked around, violently, trying to find the source of the noise: a chuckle. Beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I got more and more nervous. It happened again. Again the chuckle. Spinning around once more I saw it, standing there now in front of me. I was staring blankly.
I froze, feeling icy cold hands gently stroking my neck. I attempted to wrestle away from those hands -- but they wouldn't have it. As I writhed, they steadily became firmer, almost monastic in their grip. Sharpened fingernails reminded me to be still. As I tried to control my breathing, my mind raced ahead. Who is this behind me? Who is that chuckling fool in front of me? Perhaps they are friends. While reaching out to the amorphous being in front of me I thought I detected the glimmer of a tear. I said: "Lady, would you like a drink?"
"I would not." She leaned back in her chair, regarding me coldly. I shivered. "Boy, I don't think you truly understand why you are here..". I replied: "L...ady? Am I not here to serve you?" She laughed a cruel laugh as she stood and slowly approached where I now cowered on the floor. Leaning down she tipped my face back and ran a fingernail down my cheek, the pointed toe of her boot pressing against my naked cock. "Oh, you will serve me, boy!" I screamed as she placed a cold, metal collar closed tightly around my throat, chain attached. Cold laughter echoed in the chamber as she dragged me to the stone slab and chained me to it. She was not gentle, and my sobs of pain and my pleas for mercy were greeted with a broad grin. It never reached her eyes. "Scream as loud as you want, boy! Only the ghosts will hear you!" Then I felt the cold steel of a dagger -- opening my flesh, my warm blood dripping down my side. "You see boy, you will serve me -- with your life." She gestured with her blade to the far end of the room. To my growing horror I saw the ghosts of subs long thought to be exiled coming to claim me. As a brother!
A Different Time by Hypno
There is a different type of time on SL -- a time where reality is wiped a way . A strange reality that we crave. A still stretching of society that seeps in. A time away from work, away from worry -- into this abyss that they call SL. It's so different and yet so familiar: those times when we think we can get away from it all -- so happily. Most of us are on our knees whereas the Dominas all perch on their chairs. All and all in the same boat on some level. Consider that a) much like me you're a grunt trying to get a little sliver of what you hold dear; b) you find yourself moving into some sort of alternative of perception; C) you're in a new surrounding that you can't fathom; or D) all of the above. We are all indeed a part of this reality, this essence of perception. As we come through time and have both positive and negative experiences we all come back to this juncture. We think of it all day, all week, a couple of times a month and it's soooo...so different then we perceived . We make SL something special each time when we log in. We all make a difference. -- This is just a writing . A glimpse into what crossed my mind. After sitting all day in a chair waiting to come online. Pulsing pounding hunger racing through my veins....
Sunday, November 17, 2013
What I Live For by Anonymous
That Gleam,
That Sigh,
That Moan,
That Cry,
That Glimmer,
That Fear,
That Arch,
That Tear,
That Pleading,
That Begging,
That Screaming,
That Needing,
That Freedom,
That Release,
That Bliss,
That Peace.
That Sigh,
That Moan,
That Cry,
That Glimmer,
That Fear,
That Arch,
That Tear,
That Pleading,
That Begging,
That Screaming,
That Needing,
That Freedom,
That Release,
That Bliss,
That Peace.
The Assistant - Party XIII - The VIP by Lady Crissy
[Note: In our last segment of The VIP, aaron was attending to Miss Night's VIP client, the Mayor, while the two of them chatted over business. Much to his surprise, the Mayor was about to allow him to give her a foot rub... but not with his hands....]
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I chuckled as aaron fumbled to get a good position and begin, his cock already hard as a rock. I handed Helena the contract I had drafted, and she accepted it with a smile.
"Oh, aaron?" I began with a wry smile, watching his face turn to me. "I have something for you before you begin." I stood and walked back over to my desk, opening the top drawer. I took out a small black velvet bag. I walked back over with it and stood above aaron, who was looking very nervous. He was always so excited about my surprises.
I slid a hard silver case out of the bag and opened it, taking out a very gleaming stainless steel cock plug.. I showed it to my guest, cradling it in my palm. I chuckled to myself as I presented it to her like a fine wine and watched her smile wickedly and nod in approval. I leaned down and took aaron's pecker in my hand and slowly inserted the device. It had a pretty little bulb on the end of it, looking like a very small metal wine cork in an amusing way. Well, it was amusing to me, and that was all that counted. aaron whimpered as it slid into place and shuddered.
"Now, that's much better," I commented. "It wouldn't do for you to make a mess in front of our guest now, would it?" I stood and looked down at the slut, now plugged at both ends as his face and neck again flushed red.
"No, Miss Night," aaron replied, his voice deep and breathy, his eyes beginning to shine with that blissful state of surrender I enjoy so much.
I watched aaron begin his task then as she read, and I went back to take my seat. I could hear aaron trying hard to not make noises and watched Helena break only a bit of focus on her reading to stroke aaron's hair gently as she reviewed the document. By the time she was done reading, aaron was panting lightly and trembling, but still rubbing his cock along her very well manicured feet.
"This looks perfect," Helena stated with noticeable relief and satisfaction in her voice, handing the document back to me.
"Fantastic!" I responded, taking the papers and replacing them on the table in front of me. "I will fax it to you after I've added a few small details for your approval."
I turned my attention to the slut at her feet. "aaron, that's enough. You are such a whore," I ordered and watched him stop and slide back from her feet.
"Yes, Miss Night," he croaked, lowering his eyes.
My guest looked at the boy and tilted her head, then she looked over at me. "He did very well," she commented, nodding. "May I?"
I nodded with assent and I watched her bend down, taking the plug between her fingers and pause. The whimpering started again right away. That, and the squirming. I heard her laugh.
"I think our guest would like to hear some of that signature begging of yours that we heard earlier, slut, " I suggested with a smirk.
"Mmmhmm... " Helena responded, tapping the plug with a lacquered nail. aaron made a choking sound. His whole body stiffened.
It came out in a torrent. Lots of "Please, Miss!" and strangled noises. She kept up the steady tapping on the surgical steel. I even heard some squeaking, and a what sounded a little like a cat after its tail has been stepped on When she finally tugged and pulled the plug on the performance, so to speak.... there was a totally different type of torrent. I rolled my eyes as aaron screamed like a bitch and messed the carpet.
My guest was laughing hard and placed the plug on the glass table with a small clink before standing. Her laugh made it all worth the price of a carpet cleaning bill. aaron was still at her feet, panting and seeming close to fainting, cumming his brains out.
I stood as well and stepped closer to and then around aaron, hugging her tight. My guest spoke first. "Well, I never thought that I would be laughing as a part of resolving this matter. I've been so focused on doing the right thing.... " She was smiling wide, and I had not seen this carefree smile in some time from her.
I took her hands and spoke, "I know that sophia means a lot to you. She's been Yours since before you came into office. The fact that you want to adopt her child so that you can raise her together is wonderful. I'm so happy for the both of you to take this step. It's my pleasure to help,"
I looked down at aaron next. He was looking more composed, but sheepish. "Get to cleaning up, slut!", I instructed. "I'm not planning on being her all night." I watched him stand slowly and move to the closet.
I walked Helena out of the office and to the elevators, "Go get 'em!" was all I said to her (with a smile) as the elevator doors closed. The fact that I would support her in the coming election went without saying. I walked back to my office in time to see that aaron was almost done cleaning the carpet. "That's enough, boy. Take the other plug out and get dressed. I am taking you out to dinner."
He paused and looked up at me. "McDonald's again Miss?" aaron said.
"Tsk, Don't I always let you get the Happy Meal? You are so ungrateful." I pretended to scold. aaron grinned and got up, carrying his clothes with him to change in the adjoining bathroom. I began to shut things down, securing, then locking, the documents in my cabinet. I yelled to aaron, as I began to walk out of the office "I will meet you down in the garage, slut!"
As I walked past aaron's desk to the elevators, I ran a fingertip lightly over the little plastic toys all lined up on his desk. Then I smiled a bit.
The End.
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I chuckled as aaron fumbled to get a good position and begin, his cock already hard as a rock. I handed Helena the contract I had drafted, and she accepted it with a smile.
"Oh, aaron?" I began with a wry smile, watching his face turn to me. "I have something for you before you begin." I stood and walked back over to my desk, opening the top drawer. I took out a small black velvet bag. I walked back over with it and stood above aaron, who was looking very nervous. He was always so excited about my surprises.
I slid a hard silver case out of the bag and opened it, taking out a very gleaming stainless steel cock plug.. I showed it to my guest, cradling it in my palm. I chuckled to myself as I presented it to her like a fine wine and watched her smile wickedly and nod in approval. I leaned down and took aaron's pecker in my hand and slowly inserted the device. It had a pretty little bulb on the end of it, looking like a very small metal wine cork in an amusing way. Well, it was amusing to me, and that was all that counted. aaron whimpered as it slid into place and shuddered.
"Now, that's much better," I commented. "It wouldn't do for you to make a mess in front of our guest now, would it?" I stood and looked down at the slut, now plugged at both ends as his face and neck again flushed red.
"No, Miss Night," aaron replied, his voice deep and breathy, his eyes beginning to shine with that blissful state of surrender I enjoy so much.
I watched aaron begin his task then as she read, and I went back to take my seat. I could hear aaron trying hard to not make noises and watched Helena break only a bit of focus on her reading to stroke aaron's hair gently as she reviewed the document. By the time she was done reading, aaron was panting lightly and trembling, but still rubbing his cock along her very well manicured feet.
"This looks perfect," Helena stated with noticeable relief and satisfaction in her voice, handing the document back to me.
"Fantastic!" I responded, taking the papers and replacing them on the table in front of me. "I will fax it to you after I've added a few small details for your approval."
I turned my attention to the slut at her feet. "aaron, that's enough. You are such a whore," I ordered and watched him stop and slide back from her feet.
"Yes, Miss Night," he croaked, lowering his eyes.
My guest looked at the boy and tilted her head, then she looked over at me. "He did very well," she commented, nodding. "May I?"
I nodded with assent and I watched her bend down, taking the plug between her fingers and pause. The whimpering started again right away. That, and the squirming. I heard her laugh.
"I think our guest would like to hear some of that signature begging of yours that we heard earlier, slut, " I suggested with a smirk.
"Mmmhmm... " Helena responded, tapping the plug with a lacquered nail. aaron made a choking sound. His whole body stiffened.
It came out in a torrent. Lots of "Please, Miss!" and strangled noises. She kept up the steady tapping on the surgical steel. I even heard some squeaking, and a what sounded a little like a cat after its tail has been stepped on When she finally tugged and pulled the plug on the performance, so to speak.... there was a totally different type of torrent. I rolled my eyes as aaron screamed like a bitch and messed the carpet.
My guest was laughing hard and placed the plug on the glass table with a small clink before standing. Her laugh made it all worth the price of a carpet cleaning bill. aaron was still at her feet, panting and seeming close to fainting, cumming his brains out.
I stood as well and stepped closer to and then around aaron, hugging her tight. My guest spoke first. "Well, I never thought that I would be laughing as a part of resolving this matter. I've been so focused on doing the right thing.... " She was smiling wide, and I had not seen this carefree smile in some time from her.
I took her hands and spoke, "I know that sophia means a lot to you. She's been Yours since before you came into office. The fact that you want to adopt her child so that you can raise her together is wonderful. I'm so happy for the both of you to take this step. It's my pleasure to help,"
I looked down at aaron next. He was looking more composed, but sheepish. "Get to cleaning up, slut!", I instructed. "I'm not planning on being her all night." I watched him stand slowly and move to the closet.
I walked Helena out of the office and to the elevators, "Go get 'em!" was all I said to her (with a smile) as the elevator doors closed. The fact that I would support her in the coming election went without saying. I walked back to my office in time to see that aaron was almost done cleaning the carpet. "That's enough, boy. Take the other plug out and get dressed. I am taking you out to dinner."
He paused and looked up at me. "McDonald's again Miss?" aaron said.
"Tsk, Don't I always let you get the Happy Meal? You are so ungrateful." I pretended to scold. aaron grinned and got up, carrying his clothes with him to change in the adjoining bathroom. I began to shut things down, securing, then locking, the documents in my cabinet. I yelled to aaron, as I began to walk out of the office "I will meet you down in the garage, slut!"
As I walked past aaron's desk to the elevators, I ran a fingertip lightly over the little plastic toys all lined up on his desk. Then I smiled a bit.
The End.
Something Beautiful by Sillien
She scraped the bottom of one shoe along his cheek; the other pressed down on his balls. The sight of her squirming and wriggling sub brought a smile to Lynn’s face. She bent over and laughed right in his.
“Look at you, bitch. Do you know how pathetic this looks?” The toe of her shoe slipped into his mouth, slowly fucking it. “My God, you are such a little whore. You love every minute of this.” There was no way of knowing what he was trying to say with his mouth stuffed like that. It amused the Lady nonetheless. “That’s enough of that, I think. We’ve had you well-stuffed, little slut.” She lifted her foot to tap at the exposed nub of his butt plug. "And now I do believe that it’s my turn.”
His eyes locked onto her legs as she took slow strides to the dresser. Her hand slid in, and out came the face dildo. She shoved the nub in his mouth and tightened it around his face. Her face lit up as she smacked the rubber penis back and forth. Muffled yelps barely escaped his lips. The room grew dark as her thighs then wrapped around his head, her fragrant cunt lowering to the tip. Her body shivered as she slid down its length, her clit touching his nose.
Lynn reached back to take hold of his nipples while she rode the fake cock secured to face. Her nails dug in. She tugged. Twisted. Pulled. His yelps pushed her to ride faster; his nose pressed against her clit -- bringing her ever closer. Making her moan. Making her thighs squeeze tighter until, finally..... Finally, it all flowed out of her. She sat there and breathed for a minute before sliding off, looking him in the eyes.
“You are such a dirty little thing, slut. Get yourself cleaned off and come to me in the living room.”
All he could do was nod, the rubber dildo bouncing up and down.
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They sat on the couch afterwards. Just talking. Holding each other with a bowl of strawberries in front of them.
“Stop laughing!” She flicked his nose with her index finger. “There’s nothing funny about wanting to be a doctor!”
Danny couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry! It’s just… hard to imagine you swearing an oath to do no harm, you know? That would seriously cramp your sex life…”
He got a punch in the shoulder for that comment and she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Fine. It’s your turn. What did you always want to be, Mister smartypants?”
He looked away from her, his hand reaching up to stroke his chin.
“Honestly?”
“No, I want you to lie to me.”
He chuckled and nodded. “ I always...well...it’s nothing specific. I just always wanted to be…”
He paused for a long while as he tried to find the right words. His eyes looked nowhere in particular, with that thousand-yard stare quality to them.
“Have you ever looked at a perfect sunset? The kind where you have clouds scattered about and it looks like the sun has set the sky is on fire and it’s enough to almost make you want to cry? Or heard a song that you couldn’t help but play over and over again because of how it made you feel, even if it was almost unbearably sad but just so full of emotion that you felt compelled to keep going? Maybe you’ve been to Niagara in late winter, and seen the falls frozen over. Thousands of gallons of water rushing over the ice without end.”
He looked back at her.
“I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to be anything concrete. It’s never been about what I did for a living. I have always just wanted to be...something beautiful. That’s it.”
Lynn took a deep breath.
“And yet you like…”
“Being told that I’m a dirty little slut? That I exist to serve a Lady like yourself?” He smiled and shrugged. “It’s good to have some perspective.”
She leaned over and pulled him in, cheek to cheek.
“Look at you, bitch. Do you know how pathetic this looks?” The toe of her shoe slipped into his mouth, slowly fucking it. “My God, you are such a little whore. You love every minute of this.” There was no way of knowing what he was trying to say with his mouth stuffed like that. It amused the Lady nonetheless. “That’s enough of that, I think. We’ve had you well-stuffed, little slut.” She lifted her foot to tap at the exposed nub of his butt plug. "And now I do believe that it’s my turn.”
His eyes locked onto her legs as she took slow strides to the dresser. Her hand slid in, and out came the face dildo. She shoved the nub in his mouth and tightened it around his face. Her face lit up as she smacked the rubber penis back and forth. Muffled yelps barely escaped his lips. The room grew dark as her thighs then wrapped around his head, her fragrant cunt lowering to the tip. Her body shivered as she slid down its length, her clit touching his nose.
Lynn reached back to take hold of his nipples while she rode the fake cock secured to face. Her nails dug in. She tugged. Twisted. Pulled. His yelps pushed her to ride faster; his nose pressed against her clit -- bringing her ever closer. Making her moan. Making her thighs squeeze tighter until, finally..... Finally, it all flowed out of her. She sat there and breathed for a minute before sliding off, looking him in the eyes.
“You are such a dirty little thing, slut. Get yourself cleaned off and come to me in the living room.”
All he could do was nod, the rubber dildo bouncing up and down.
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They sat on the couch afterwards. Just talking. Holding each other with a bowl of strawberries in front of them.
“Stop laughing!” She flicked his nose with her index finger. “There’s nothing funny about wanting to be a doctor!”
Danny couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry! It’s just… hard to imagine you swearing an oath to do no harm, you know? That would seriously cramp your sex life…”
He got a punch in the shoulder for that comment and she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “Fine. It’s your turn. What did you always want to be, Mister smartypants?”
He looked away from her, his hand reaching up to stroke his chin.
“Honestly?”
“No, I want you to lie to me.”
He chuckled and nodded. “ I always...well...it’s nothing specific. I just always wanted to be…”
He paused for a long while as he tried to find the right words. His eyes looked nowhere in particular, with that thousand-yard stare quality to them.
“Have you ever looked at a perfect sunset? The kind where you have clouds scattered about and it looks like the sun has set the sky is on fire and it’s enough to almost make you want to cry? Or heard a song that you couldn’t help but play over and over again because of how it made you feel, even if it was almost unbearably sad but just so full of emotion that you felt compelled to keep going? Maybe you’ve been to Niagara in late winter, and seen the falls frozen over. Thousands of gallons of water rushing over the ice without end.”
He looked back at her.
“I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to be anything concrete. It’s never been about what I did for a living. I have always just wanted to be...something beautiful. That’s it.”
Lynn took a deep breath.
“And yet you like…”
“Being told that I’m a dirty little slut? That I exist to serve a Lady like yourself?” He smiled and shrugged. “It’s good to have some perspective.”
She leaned over and pulled him in, cheek to cheek.
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