Winter Wonderland

We both had received specific e-mail instructions from him. I did not know what her instructions were and was only told that she had been informed as I had. I was curious, but did not bother to ask as I knew he wouldn't tell me anything anyhow.



I did as I was told and dressed in a full piece snowsuit, one size too small. Completely naked underneath with black leather boots.



We picked her up and she was dressed exactly as I was. We drove to the outskirts of the city with the music blasting. We smoked a joint.. that was enough and got lost in our thoughts and our upcoming adventure. It was getting really hot in the snowsuits, the car and I was wondering if she was naked and bare under her snowsuit. Likely was. He pulled into a sideroad, a dead end and turned the heat up even further in the car. I was beginning to feel claustraphobic and constrained and asked if could open a window or if the temp could go down. He said no, he said you both will have to wait.



We stopped. The car was nestled between high snowbanks and all that could be seen was darkness and the scatter of stars. I thought of the movie Titanic as I typically do when it is a clear winter night.



The music was turned off and he asked if we were warm enough. Yes, yes I am fuckin sweltering.

He smiled and allowed our guest to completely remove her snowsuit first........ he told her to do it slowly and I could hear the zipper from the front seat. I was in the back seat and leaned up further to see this woman, see if she was sweating and ooooohhhh so curious to see what had been chosen for me.

I had always been curious. As a teenager I remember messing around with a girlfriend. On many sleepovers we had made each other feel good. Not necessarily out of a homosexual desire but as a result of sexual curiosity. We never talked about it in our daytime relationship or planned it. We never kissed on the lips. It started out as drawing on each other's backs in bed. She went further first, nearing the panty line and then tracing all around my ass. Naturally, I would spread my legs laying on my stomach and her fingers would slide down the edges of my panties and between my legs. She would move her fingers all around and from time to time tickle over my clit. I could feel myself getting wet and wondering if she knew how turned on I was. I can remember wanting more. I can remember being to shy to ask.



Then it would be her turn and within a week or so of sleepovers we would continue this ritual with our panties off. No reason why or conversation but likely because we oh so enjoyed it. She typically took the lead and it was her that gave the first direction of where to put my hand, my fingers... and she was wet, so wet, dripping. I can remember how she smelled, I can remember her sounds. The rocking back and forth of her hips.... face down... her birthmark, the smoothness of her ass.

Classified

It was cold, very cold outside. A storm brewing. Idle talk of the weather from the warmth of the restaurant. They were sitting in a quiet corner booth, The man, his woman, affectionately named "slut", and the stranger. The women sat side by side, backs to the doorway, shoulders barely showing above the high backed soft vinyl bench. He sat across from them, watching, toying with the cutlery on the table and touching slut's toes with his own as they talked.
Did you drive? Oh yes, she drove and what a terrible mess to drive in! Yes, this time of year is just terrible for driving. Oh you drive a van, that must be nice!
Fingers toyed with the rim of her glass, in wet circles 'round and round. Lifting the glass to her painted lips, a tip of tongue and a soft swallow.
They found her buried in trash on the internet. She was pretty enough, curly auburn hair, nicely made up, deliciously pink lips and eyeliner. Not too thin and curvy in the way that women should be.

Dominant man and submissive woman seek attractive, fit, equally submissive woman to be our plaything. Your purpose will be to assist him in taking pleasure of and giving pleasure to his lover. You will submit yourself to spanking, slapping, pinching, torture (denial of climax) and being made to crawl. She has been fantasizing about being forced on a woman for her first taste, and he would be pleased to accommodate.
We are into toys, blindfolds, rope, and rough (sometimes quite rough) sex, but at the same time comfortable and safe.
If you are interested in male dominant sex and having a beautiful woman forced down on you, feel free to email us and we'll take it from there. We have lots of pictures and you are expected to have some as well. Once we connect we can meet for a drink somewhere quiet. For this you will be clean and shaven, wearing skirt, stockings, heels, and be carrying your panties in your purse..

Divorced huh? Ah, yes it's bullshit isn't it? How did the kids take it? Of course, they'll pull through, you're not the only one. That's how kids are growing up these days. Yes! Treat yourself to a night out, everybody needs a night out.
Feeling each other out. That's what people do when they meet face to face for the first time after an email relationship. Is he really who I imagined he was? Does she really want to do that? the drinks turned to laughter. The conversation gradually, blushingly turned to sex, something they were all more familiar with. Common ground.
You really enjoy THAT? I've never tried. Well I've tried but I've never liked it. Ah, they were too rough with you, my dear. We'll teach you. Are you wearing panties? No? Good girl. Turn around, face each other.
Looking around, loud businessmen at the bar, couples and families here and there.
She turned her body a little to face her.
Isn't she pretty? Such a good catch and a very good girl. Does she find you pretty? I think she does, yes, she is nodding her head. She finds you very pretty.
Show her your tits. Pull your tits out, slut, there's a good girl, pull them out and show her what gorgeous nipples you have. Squeeze them. I want you to pinch them.
Fingertips reaching forward. Gingerly touching her hard nipples. She gave them a little pinch, rolled between thumb and forefinger. A pause, eye contact, smiling.
Lean forward. Lick her tits.
His hand on her chin now, pulling her mouth onto slut's nipples.
He pushes one of her tits between the stranger's parting lips. She licks, a flash of tongue as she sucks the nipple into her mouth.
Good girl. Good girls.
Smiles as slut puts herself away and stranger leans back.
Put your leg up on the bench. No, the other leg. Lean back a bit and pull up your skirt.
Such soft, smooth thighs. Slut looked on as she pulled the skirt up, revealing her pink pussy.
Touch her.
She reached forward.
Touch her inside, just like you do to yourself.
She pushed her fingers between her soft lips as stranger leaned back a little more, angling her hips toward slut.
Is she wet?
A little, as she began to push deeper.
Stranger's eyes closed. Mouth opened. Thighs stiffened.
Doesn't she feel nice? So warm and smooth? She likes it, yes she likes that, slut. Not too much now, as her breath began to quicken. Give me your fingers. I want to taste her.
Slut pulled out and offered the man her hand. He took her wrist and sucked her fingers, one by one, into his mouth while stranger watched, legs open, flushed and trembling.
You can put your panties on now, whore.

Thoughts

I had not really paid attention to those 2 elephants before. A mother and a baby... trunks in the air. They were made of what??? Not too sure, but it sure did take my mind off the waiting.... As I watched all shapes and sizes of women entering the lounge area. These women were familiar; however their bodies appeared the same... not much change after months and months of routine gym attendance....
Most of them wanted to chat as they waited. I wasn't interested. As usual preferring to stay in my head... I took a sip of my water bottle and some of it spilled droplets landing on my breasts... it was cold and instead of wiping it away I let the water trickle down. I smiled to myself. I instantly began to recall on memories of my tits being squeezed and tied and tortured. It is a crazy feeling that instantly hurts but then so quickly the pain transforms into a tingling that travels fast and furious to my cunt. Its like electricity... and that is the best way to describe it...
I can cum with only my nipples and tits being ravaged. Thats how powerful it can be.
A feeling that causes me to want to spread open and beg to be fucked.
So I looked over at the elephants again.... noticing that the trunks were open at the ends like they wanted to be filled... I noticed the shape and thought how good it would feel to have them inside me... the curves, the hardness and the shape.
You can fuck me with an elephant trunk anytime.

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Sexy little things

The right combination

I know when to use my looks.. that is power in itself... not because I have to but because I choose to. Whatever I need I can attain on my own.


The domination / submission interaction is powerful and up until now never lined up for me. It layed dormant within my psyche and played out in my fantasies. Mostly I felt it would never be reality.


There are men that try to exude power externally. But it is soooo clear that it is a mask that covers their true insecurity....oh the stories I heard of one guy killing his dog, or of drinking hard and heavy, of fucking women and leavin them... as if they were worth keeping.....


The men who were so sure I wasn't sure....(do ya wanna??) carrying that air of arrogance. Then once the fucking began they turned into little boys dying for that orgasm. Yeah sure, I wasn't sure if I would fuck them again......... but I quickly came to know.

There was intense chemistry the first meeting.... no surprises there as somehow you know these things.. I found him..........I had to work hard to engage him....and work I did and I loved every minute of it... Part of the reason I persevered is because I knew somewhere inside of me that he was my match and this was all a part of it.

He has a way... a walk.......... a smell, a breath, a voice and a look.......he is strong and powerful.. he is the purrfect mixture of good and bad.

Submission was not a conversation, not a plan, not a negotiation, not a request, not a personal sacrafice.
It just fell into place. Like it was natural..........like it was meant to be.
Me at his knees or his feet. Whatever he wants

The Lifestyle

I can't figure out the lifestyle. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I have some things figured out from the communities I've watched, belonged to and been chased out of.
Number one, they're nuts. So serious, aren't they. Did you know that you MUST use Japanese Silk rope? Otherwise you're just not doing it right and you just don't belong. Like a resume, they broadcast their years of experience in the lifestyle. And what a lifestyle.
Who could possibly want to be a 24/7 slave? Weak people. Mentally incompetent people who want to have all their decisions made for them because there's safety in having it all figured out for you isn't there. Right. Especially if your stupid and unattractive. Which brings me to number two.
Sub women seem to more often be gargantuan, hideous, Ho-Ho gargling creatures. Folds of fat gobbling up the rope and big red lipstick smiles sweating and squashed into the bed. Doesn't it just scream, use me. A tidal wave of cellulose beckoning, jiggling. Like jello. Come 'n get it, big boy! Come 'n get ALL of it!
Dommes are often the more beautiful ones to look at. At least the jpeg versions of their selves. But then there's the problem of sexual preference.
In high school there was a girl with a gigantic mohawk. I never really knew her but I really liked her style. She disappeared soon after I met her until years later when we met again, her thinned out and newly styled, on the arm of a blonde. The blonde had that Roxette look, in that way that Roxette was once a sexy woman. We talked, for some reason I figured she was a hairdresser and asked her if she liked her job. She wasn't a hairdresser - she was a dominatrix and she was offended. They were going to another bar and wanted me to tag along. I let them leave without saying no thanks. Thinking I was following them horny and panting. Even then I knew, I just didn't know.
I've got it good.
My petunia.
My good puppy.

Patience

I like to read erotica... I like to daydream.....I like to go somewhere else when I am bored to shit with what is currently going on around me.
Its why I like spankings... whippings... being tied up... forced down... blindfolded... teased and tormented
whatever he wants
Its about pain that quickly turns to pleasure.. its about giving yourself.. your mind, your body
Its about hearing his voice......his words......hearing "good girl"

I was dragged through the woods in the dark, my hands bound with rope. He was walking fast. He knew where he was going and had been there before. I could see the lights of the city through the trees. He asked me like he often does, if I was liking my treatment and I found myself easily replying "yes".
I could feel the cool fall air outside but at the same time was getting warm and flushed. I was excited. I was scared. I was getting wet.
He tied me to a tree, arms up and bound, face forward. He roughly pulled down my pants and yanked up my shirt. He asked if I was cold and then asked if my cunt was wet. I said yes and he checked with his hands sliding into my pussy. He said "oh yes you are slut" as he insereted his fingers in and out and kissed me hard.
Then he stopped and I so wanted more of his hands and him. He had a blindfold that was quickly placed over my eyes. I could feel him standing and moving next to me but had no idea what was going to happen next. He had brought his whip.
He struck my legs, in between my legs and my exposed tits. In between he paused to kiss me and I could feel myself getting lost. I wasn't cold, I was enjoying the rough bark of the tree scraping my ass.
He asked me if I wanted to cum. I said yes and he asked me if I was his good whore and again I said yes. At that moment I would have done anything to have him. For him to have me.
He used his hand inside me. He finds places inside my pussy that push me over the edge. He talks to me. He calls me naughty names. I know I could cum just by being next to him and hearing his voice.
And I orgasm and I squirt soaking my pants that were forced down to my ankles. He says "gooood girl" and unties me, ordering me to pull up my pants. I know I will spend the rest of the evening in them.
Soaking wet... skin burning........ and my connection to him even deeper.
I run behind him like a dog to its master out of the woods