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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-53554939668972122572013-08-03T17:00:00.000-07:002013-08-03T17:00:09.136-07:00Strawberry cream pie"What was that stuff you were rubbing on that guy's butt the other night?" She asked him about the threesome they had with the young model.<br />
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"Butt wax," he smiled as he remembered eating Kenny's man-pussy, "strawberry flavored, my favorite."<br />
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"I've never seen it in the sex shops," she said.<br />
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"You can get it in drugstores in the Castro," he replied, "it's popular with the guys in that neighborhood".<br />
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She worried that he was becoming indifferent to her. She had been sleeping with Sarah most nights and he slept alone lately. He said he would be satisfied with his FWB's that came for quickies but few visited during the lunch hour.<br />
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"I found some of that wax we talked about," she said to him as he was clearing tables.<br />
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"Oh," he replied concealing his interest, "what flavor?"<br />
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"Your favorite," she walked over to him, "strawberry. I put some on."<br />
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Although the patrons in the bar didn't know what their private conversation meant, he tried to hide his red face from her.<br />
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"Maybe you should stock the cooler for tonight," she said.<br />
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"what if I don't want to?" he asked, toying with her.<br />
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"Then, you can kiss my butt," she said to him playfully.<br />
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He turned toward her. Their eyes met. "Do you mean it?"<br />
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"Yeah," she reassured him, "lets go." She walked into the hallway toward the back room.<br />
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He followed her steps mechanically. He began to feel queezy. <i>What if she really wants to go through with this? </i><br />
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They stepped in the room and she pushed the door shut. She bent toward a stack of cases and pushed her jeans and panties down in one move. "C'mon," she pointed to the floor behind her, "I haven't all day."<br />
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He knelt behind her and spread her butt cheeks apart. His tongue began the slow swirling descent toward her dark opening. <i>What will she think of me? </i><br />
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She reached behind and tugged on his hair and pushed his head down and pulled it up toward her hole, "do it like this."<br />
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He began laving her up and down her perineum.<br />
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She moaned a little. "Good boy," she said.<br />
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<i>She likes me doing it</i>. He felt relieved.<br />
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She rubbed her clit and pumped her orgasm. "Lick me," she told him as she bent lower, "here", her fingers pointing to her slit. <i>Strawberry cream pie, my favorite desert.</i> <br />
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She let his tongue linger awhile and said, "I need to take care of customers." She pulled her pants up. She turned and kissed him, "don't forget to bring the cases of wine."<br />
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He came out of the room pulling the dolly across the old floor planks. "Thought we'll need this tonight" he said to her.<br />
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"Oh, thank you, " she turned to him, "we should do this more often, don't you think?"<br />
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The customers at the bar looked up from their drinks toward them.<br />
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"Yes," he covered their absence, "we should stock the coolers early to put a chill on the wine."<br />
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She smiled at his story. "Yeah," she added, "we might need more tonight."<br />
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He nodded toward her, "I'm sure we'll need more of that later!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-38111820682612604392013-07-22T13:28:00.000-07:002013-07-22T17:40:51.381-07:00Saturday Night SteamI was swimming in one of the faster lanes in the evening. It's relaxed by then, the staff coaches and lifeguards are gone for the day. The water was clear. The pool lights were on and I could see the swimmers in the other lanes.<br />
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At night, guys will swim in their underwear. The wet fabric folds into their butt crack like a g-string. Their cock and balls are hung in a sack below them like a rudder on a boat. <br />
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Eventually the guys leave and I have a lane to myself without having to avoid other swimmers. The lane cleared and I began the butterfly. I did a few reps and started my cool-down.<br />
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A young woman in a string bikini got into the lane and swam in front of me. She was faster than I. I took the challenge and caught up with her. She went faster. I caught up again. We swam faster and faster like a cat and mouse.<br />
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She did a medley. She started into the breaststroke. I had to bob up for air more often than she. When I went back into the water, I couldn't help but notice her legs spreading in the frog kick. Her bikini bottom appeared to be almost transparent. I could see her folds in full detail. Although I was beginning to feel tired, I swam faster to keep up with the view.<br />
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In the evening the gym has mostly body builders with huge biceps. They pick up heavy weights and drop them on the padded floor with a grunt. The air has a heady smell of testosterone and sweat. When I work out with them I often leave feeling like I want to get into a fight. Tonight I stayed in the pool and followed the small woman with the tiny bikini. I was getting increasingly horny, my dick began to harden. When I left the pool I wanted to do one thing and that was to fuck.<br />
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He went to his locker and opened it. He turned to sit on the bench and untie his shoes as he faced me. He stood and slipped off his shorts. His large dick flopped out. I glanced down and saw the cut beauty. His large tool stood out like a gem in the rough of short pubic hairs. I slid my Speedos off. He looked down and then up toward me. We both smiled slightly. I led the way to the steam room and he followed.<br />
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The watery air blurred the vague forms of the other guys in the room. The blasting rush of steam softened their grunts and moans, the lips slurping of cock. We preferred girls but we wanted relief now. He wanted me to take the lead and get his dick hard. We kissed. I pinched his nipples. I pushed him down on his knees. I fed him my cock. He was reluctant at first. I pulled his head toward me. He relaxed and began lapping on the tip and took in more. I jerked a little and lost my load. I pulled him up by his hair and we kissed again and exchanged the sticky cum between our mouths. I took him full length. We kissed and shared our cum. <br />
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I felt relieved of the tension that peaked during my workout. He seemed more relaxed. There was a smell of sweat and testosterone throughout the room. My pulse was rushing to cool my body off from the heat. I needed air and a cool shower.<br />
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I walked toward the steamy glass door. "What was your name?" he called out to me.<br />
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"I'm Dave", I said as I glanced toward his shimmering image, "what's yours?"<br />
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"I'm Kal," he said.<br />
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"See you, Kal", I opened the door as two men entered.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-3088977879143393722013-07-14T18:00:00.000-07:002013-07-14T18:00:00.238-07:00Boning up for work and playClosing the bar earlier on weekdays has its advantages. We get some personal time. I had been caught off guard at the drug rehabilitation center I'm interning when the staff asked me if a client was entering into any of the stages of relapse. I didn't know what the stages were. Later my supervisor called me into her office and asked me, "what did you major in at college?"<br />
"Child psychology," I replied defensively.<br />
"Oh," she sighed, "that explains why you wouldn't know much about addiction relapse".<br />
"Yeah," I replied, "children usually don't have those problems."<br />
She went to the bookshelves and picked out several journals. "here," she handed the stack to me,"read up on the subject. The department manager is visiting us next week and we want to look good."<br />
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I went into the back room at the bar with friends several times today. When I returned Mar remarked, "so how was it, slut?" I wished we weren't closing early since things were going so well for me. I might have had a fourth or a fifth friend to play with if the bar was open later.<br />
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After I closed up for the night, I settled into the couch to bone up on the journals. Sarah went out to a party. Mar was in the tub. I learned the 3 steps of relapse are emotional, mental and physical. My mind began thinking that maybe I was relapsing into playing around too much. Mar called me 'slut' more than usual. She was upset that she was left out of the party Sarah went to. She took her anger at Sarah out on me.<br />
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She came out of the bath and walked into the room rubbing a towel through her hair. "Are you going to be up all night", she asked in the same tone she used when she called me a slut.<br />
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I closed the journal and grabbed her by the waist and moved her to the back of the couch. I turned her and pushed her down with one hand as I raised her bathrobe. I began slapping her butt with my hand. "Call me a slut?" I asked her in a playful tone.<br />
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"I didn't mean it, Daddy", she replied in her 'I'm a bad girl' voice.<br />
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"You deserve to be punished for this indiscretion, just the same." I said in a strong voice like a stern father.<br />
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"What are you going to do?" she challenged me. My hand became wet from the sweat of her cheeks.<br />
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"Ten," I said, "and more if you give me sass!" I grabbed my belt into a loop.<br />
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"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, "I won't do it again!"<br />
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"Start counting," I began strapping her, changing the landing between each stroke. It's a delicate matter when you hurt the one you love. I've learned over time to give her just enough to keep the juices of her arousal flowing and pull back if she is hurting.<br />
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"Eight," she gasped as I pulled back further,"nine," as the crack of the belt surprised me.<br />
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The last whack was even more intense. She let out a moan. I turned her around and kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of a tear. "There, there, sweet child, " I said to comfort her. We embraced for a few minutes. I led her to my bedroom and laid her face down on the bed.<br />
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I fastened the velcro straps around her wrists and attached them to the hooks at the corners. I attached her ankles to the ends of a spreader bar and tied it to the bottom of the bed. I propped her butt up with several pillows and began rubbing lotion on her reddened skin. <br />
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She relaxed and began moaning to the rhythm of my stroking. Her lips parted and juice was glistening in the light. There was an all-too-familiar smell of sweat and sex. I began dipping the vibe in and out and rubbing her swollen purplish lips with the sticky goo. I felt my dick harden under my shorts. I slipped them off and knelt behind her. I teased her with the tip of my cock on her lips.<br />
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"Oh Daddy, " she challenged, "take me."<br />
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"Say please," I scolded her.<br />
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"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" she panted louder.<br />
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I inserted my cock into her and tapped the spot behind her mound.<br />
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"You tease," she cried out in frustration, "you fuckin' slut!"<br />
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"Who's the slut?" I yanked her hair.<br />
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"I 'm a slut," she yelled, "put it all in!"<br />
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I pushed in a little further. "Can you say please?" I teased her.<br />
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I began the slow in and out, rubbing some lube on my cock to keep the friction down. After fucking three times earlier that day I knew I would be shooting blanks and could go all night. I tugged her hair as I thrust inward. Her inner muscles sucked my dick in further like a good blowjob. "I don't remember feeling this good in a long time!" I thought.<br />
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After lots of thrusting, there was a large wet spot on the towel underneath us. She was drying out. I couldn't add more lube to ease the situation. "Are you going to come?" she asked.<br />
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"No," I gasped, "I'm good". I knew I might get a drop or two out if I pumped really hard but I was beginning to feel my stomach muscles strain.<br />
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"No," I said, "I just want to cuddle. Do you want a water?"<br />
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We finished the water and she laid back in the bed. "Sex can make one thirsty", I pulled the covers up and slipped in next to her.<br />
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"Yeah," she said.<br />
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"You are my little princess," I whispered behind her ear.<br />
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"And you are my prince," she said sleepily, "good night." In a short time her breathing became heavy as she was in a deep sleep.<br />
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"Yeah, I may be a slut," I thought, "but I'm your slut tonight!"<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-90634644887820673712012-12-10T15:00:00.000-08:002012-12-10T15:00:00.323-08:00You always hurt the one you love<span style="font-size: small;">If you want to receive corporal punishment [CP] from your future partner, consider your limits. CP is like playing with fire. If you're careful, it can be warm and exciting. But if you're not careful about how you relate to your partner, there can be real pain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://bit.ly/12gqgXa%20">Jake</a> talks about a real punishment in his <a href="http://bit.ly/U8eOaf%20">post</a> : </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="tl">she
swung [the cane] so hard that the first stroke hit me in my lower back, right on
the bone. Normally, the first few I can bear, but this was a whole new
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="tl">Well, you didn't think all those pain toys were just for fun, did you?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="tl">Paradoxically, your partner might not hurt you too much because she loves you. But she might arrange for someone else to punish you severely if you screw up. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="tl">Yes, it depends on the nature of your relationship. </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-76588962868717872592012-11-30T17:34:00.000-08:002015-02-24T18:38:58.742-08:00Maintenance Spanking<br />
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For lunch there was only a small turnout of a few locals and workers from the businesses nearby. No turkey, just deli sandwiches and veggies. Sarah decided it was time to put up the holiday decorations.<br />
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"Dave, " She asked me, "what is a maintenance punishment?"<br />
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I noticed her puzzled expression. "I know a lot of couples who do it." I try to explain the lifestyle to her and hope that she'll understand the things that Mary and I do. We wish Sarah were more involved in our lifestyle, but we don't want to force her by confronting her. <br />
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"Um, " I looked around the bar before I answered her. There was a couple at the other end of the bar talking and a few patrons at the tables. "I had it with Jane," I said softly. We usually had a session early Saturday mornings before she saw her weekend clients. Sometimes it was so severe, I couldn't sit down. I was literally on my toes the entire day.<br />
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"You're OK with that?", she followed.<br />
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"Sure, whatever floats your boat".<br />
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"Does it float yours?"<br />
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"Yeah. I guess. I still go to Jane's". We have a deal. She sessions me and in return I manage her clients for the day.<br />
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Our conversation ended when a few more customers came in and we took their orders.<br />
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I closed the bar that evening and went upstairs to the apartment. The place was quiet. As I slipped into the covers, Sarah stepped into the doorway.<br />
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"Dave," she whispered, "are you awake?"<br />
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"Yes. Is there anything you need?" I asked. I've learned to be attentive to her when she asks me this. <br />
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"Come here." she commanded.<br />
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I followed her down the hall to the bathroom. I expected her to point out to me how messy the room was. It was late (3 AM) and I figured I'd clean up first thing in the morning.<br />
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"Drop your drawers and bend over the tub." <br />
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"Yes, ma'am," I was surprised about her. She usually orders me around at the bar or when I'm in her bedroom but otherwise ignores me. I went into character and dutifully followed her command.<br />
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"You know what this is about Dave?" she asked.<br />
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"No, ma'am." I answered, trying to cover my fear, "If it would please you ma'am , tell me what this is about."<br />
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"This will be your maintenance spanking," she said. She picked up the black leather strap with the holes and rubbed some body oil on it. She caught me looking as I was about to protest.<br />
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"Keep your eyes down," she said. "How many?"<br />
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"Um," I was in a panic. I didn't want this to happen but I anticipated it. Me and my big mouth! How many I could take? If I gave her a number too low she would realize I was just playing her. If the number was too high, I might get more that I could take. I had to think fast.<br />
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"30", I said. I felt an adrenaline rush when I gave that number. Fear and panic welled up in me. I knew I couldn't go back.<br />
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Sarah was a no-nonsense kind of person. Once she committed me to something she made sure I followed through.<br />
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"30 it is. Would you like a gag?"<br />
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"Don't think I'll need it."<br />
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"Sure? " she asked.<br />
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"Yeah", I replied. I'd had 30 strokes or more from Paul and I usually took it quietly, sometimes biting my tongue.<br />
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"Alright, then. " she lifted the strap above her shoulder. "We can't wake Mary. If you make too much noise, you'll get more."<br />
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She started in lightly, warming my backside gradually. The intensity picked up as she got near the end. I was breathing heavily, moaning as tears were welling up.<br />
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The last one was more intense than all the others. I heard the slap and felt the loud thud across the center of my cheeks. "Ow", I cried out loud.<br />
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"Is everything all right in there?" Mary called out from the hallway. She must have been listening to the entire session!<br />
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"Yes," Sarah turned toward the door, "We're OK. Dave and I are getting acquainted with Mr. Strappy. Go back to bed, sweets. I'll be there in a few minutes."<br />
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She turned to me and said, "For that you get 5 more," and resumed whacking my butt with the strap.<br />
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When she finished she asked, "And what do you say?" as she laid the strap next to me. <br />
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"Thank you mistress," I tried to remember what Jane taught me, "thank you for punishing me because I deserved it."<br />
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"You bet you did," she said, "now I want you to remember this when you are working the party tomorrow."<br />
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I tried to sleep but my butt was on fire. I couldn't figure why she wanted me to remember the spanking during the holiday party. Was she giving me a message? Was she trying to tell me to do or not do something during the party? I wanted to obey her to avoid another painful experience.<br />
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The next day, Sarah was feeding the strings of lights to me while I was up the ladder attaching them to the rafters. My jeans slipped down below my waist. I was afraid the customers could see the red welts under my skimpy thong. I reached to pull my pants up. <br />
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"Worried someone will see the love marks I gave you last night?" she asked. The customers sitting nearby looked toward us. <br />
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"Yes," I said, "they don't know what we're doing".<br />
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"Oh, they'll figure it out," she said, "maybe you'll remember what you'll get if you go to the back room with your tricks tonight!"<br />
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Now I understood what she meant. Last year I turned a lot of tricks in the store room. I didn't realize how pissed she was about it. I would have to be much more careful now or face a more severe punishment from her. <br />
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"Nice going, Dave!" one of the patrons said.<br />
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"Lucky guy, " another chuckled.<br />
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Be careful what you wish for.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-42642607341623714192012-11-16T22:06:00.002-08:002015-02-24T18:39:32.858-08:00Shake that thingSome guys might think a thong is a little too "gay", but a guy has to recognize what his best "<i>assets</i>" are. And he has to show them off the best way he can.<br />
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Besides, the ladies like it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-88728141086893724472012-11-12T23:12:00.000-08:002015-02-24T18:39:51.036-08:00She wears the trousers and he wears the briefs<br />
I work for Mary and Sarah, the owners of the bar. People who don't know us assume I'm a college guy they hired to clear tables and clean the place. My relationship to the ladies is a job and a living arrangement. <br />
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I started coming to the bar in the evening to wait for Mary. I helped out until we returned to Jane's place. Eventually Mary broke up with Jane and moved in with Sarah.<br />
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Mary wanted us to stay together but she had to convince Sarah.<br />
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"Dave has been with me for over a year," Mary told Sarah one evening.<br />
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"Yes, I understand," Sarah was sympathetic but unmoved.<br />
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"But?" Mary asked Sarah.<br />
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"You know I just got over Jeff," Sarah cautioned, "I'm not ready for another man living here." She was worried that I might derail the budding relationship they had.<br />
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"You realize," she joked with Mary, "if he moves in we'll have to wear bathrobes. We can't traipse around the apartment in our underwear with him around ."<br />
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"Well, Dave does," Mary countered, "When he's at Jane's he's in his underwear all the time."<br />
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Mary is often fussing over my choice of underwear. I like the comfort of my loose boxer briefs but Mary prefers something skimpier. A few days ago when I brought the women their morning coffee she said, "are you wearing <i>that</i> today? Put on that nice jock I bought you last week".<br />
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Although I don't mind wearing my undies and a tee-shirt around the apartment, I really hate the tiny things she makes me wear. "You know it makes you look sexy," she'll reassure me, "Sarah likes it too."<br />
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I dress for the women. Sometimes I feel humiliated in my undies while they are fully clothed. Eventually I figured out what they liked. I learned how to strip and do a pole dance with the transgender guys on our drag nights. <br />
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Now when I walk into the women's bedroom, I do a strip for them. I slip my boxers off slowly to reveal the jock Mary likes. I pick up my boxers while wiggling my butt toward the ladies. I turn and saunter toward them shaking my junk from side to side. <br />
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"Well," Sarah said, "look what the cat dragged in."<br />
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"Yeah," Mary laughs, "it's our man-whore!"<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-7344086788030477682012-11-06T20:45:00.002-08:002015-02-24T18:40:43.725-08:00Are We HappyMost people outside the bdsm society think it is a grim world of dark dungeons, with cruel torture and cries of pain and agony. <br />
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"So, where did you go last night, D?", Mary asked.<br />
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"I was at the place of one of our customers, Lori and Jackie. We had a great time." Jack(ie) is a TG guy who lives with Lori in their flat in the SOMA (an inner-urban district where many in the alternate lifestyle live, also the location for the Folsom and Dore Alley Street Festivals) district of San Francisco. They spend their time making jewelry that they sell online.<br />
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Lori: "I was looking for a partner as my jewelry business was growing. I'd had several women partners who, once they learned the ropes, went into business for themselves. I never considered a guy until I was introduced to Jack at a munch at Wicked Grounds (a coffee shop/hangout in the neighborhood) . He had been selling others' jewelry in the Street Artists program for years. He had lots of tats and body piercings everywhere - a real freak!"<br />
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Jack: "I had many short term relationships with women before I met Lori. They usually broke it off when I told them I liked to dress up as a woman now and then." <br />
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Jack and Lori continued meeting at WG for some time. One day Jack showed up in a conservative house dress and a leather vest. He told Lori that he was into dressing up "to be," in his words, "the woman I've always wanted to be".<br />
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Lori didn't freak out at Jack. She had suspected he wanted to be like this for some time. "Cool, " she said, "maybe you can model some of my jewelry for my next product shoot?"<br />
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"Deal", he said. <br />
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To make a long story short, Jack eventually moved into Lori's loft and became her partner (both personally and in the jewelry business). Under Lori's encouragement, Jack began wearing a dress full time at his new home and began calling himself Jackie. Lori advises him on dressing and makeup for modeling her jewelry. His customers prefer the new Jackie and his jewelry sales on the street have picked up.<br />
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Fast forward a little. Lori began talking to other women about what to do with Jackie at the WG. "You should make him your sissy wife" they'd say. She attended some of EM's sessions with her clients and learned the ways of Femdom.<br />
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Now Jackie gets excited when Lori collars him before an evening of fun. I found an animated clip on the site: <a href="http://happybdsm.tumblr.com/archive">http://bit.ly/Wy4SgY </a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-89807367402672249122012-11-04T22:44:00.002-08:002016-06-29T17:41:27.624-07:00The names we call each otherA subtle thing happens with the ladies at the S&M bar. When either one is getting horny, she'll call the other one by their pet name. Sarah calls Mary "slut". Mary calls Sarah "bitch".<br />
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"Is this the way you want it, slut?" Sarah will say to Mary in a teasing way.<br />
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"Yeah," Mary will reply if she's game, "that's the way I want it, bitch!"<br />
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This kind of conversation happens when they're about to call it a day. It's usually out of range from the customers, but I know what they're saying by the tone of their voice. It's the beginning of their love game.<br />
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Mary, the slut, will bend over, her butt facing Sarah. Sarah will walk by, giving her a discreet slap. "Is that all you got," Mary will say, tauntingly.<br />
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"There's a lot more waiting for you, slut!" Sarah will say if she's feeling feisty.<br />
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This dialog can go on for several minutes before one will turn to me and say, "Dave, can you close up tonight?"<br />
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"Yes, I got it covered."<br />
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"Good, " she'll say, "we're retiring for the night" as she picks up a wine split. <br />
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The reality of living with the ladies is that they are deeply involved with each other and they need "together" time to sort things out. I stay at the bar as long as I can, sometimes for the whole night, to give them personal space, if they want to be alone.<br />
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Sometimes they'll want me to join me a little later. When they do, they call me by my pet name.<br />
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"You'll be coming to bed soon, won't you, man-whore?"<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-30734034687043041722012-11-03T19:24:00.003-07:002012-11-03T19:52:33.815-07:00Meeting of the MindsI've learned from experience that submissive guys can be very demanding. I have to tread lightly when I approach their strongly-held devotion to bdsm. Few guys will admit to being submissive. Many guys hide their fear and shame about their submissive role in bdsm power exchanges. Submissive guys are often attracted to dominant people but are easily scared off when they are approached by a Dom/me.<br />
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Until now I only watched Em beat her "slave" and force him to do "humiliating" things with us. I did not otherwise dominate him. I wanted to get to know him but the dynamics of our scene did not permit it. <br />
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"If it pleases you mistress, your slave would like to speak". He had to beg her permission to speak. He never talked directly to me.<br />
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"Mistress, your slave requests permission to submit to Master Dave". He would kneel in front of me and take me as she flogged his back. <br />
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I didn't expect Mark to call me. I figured I would eventually see him at Em's and he would pretend that nothing happened between us. But his short text came soon after I left the store.<br />
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"Dave".<br />
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"Yes Mark".<br />
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"Today?" I recognized what he asked.<br />
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"I get off at 3. U?" I'm usually done with the lunch activity at the bar by then. I have a few hours break before the evening crowd comes by.<br />
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"3 OK. Where?" I gave him the bar's location.<br />
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"The SM bar?"<br />
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Funny, but I didn't notice that people called this place the "S&M" bar before. Is it because it's operated by two partners, Sarah and Mary? Or is it because many of its younger patrons are into BDSM? I'm not sure. Although we do not have a playroom on site, we do play with some lucky patrons upstairs in our makeshift dungeon. <br />
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Mark came in. He was in jeans, a tee shirt and a leather jacket. His lace-up platform boots looked out of place, but I assume they're still popular with the "punk" crowd. He seemed nervous, stalking the place like a cat into a new room it has never been in before. He sat in the corner. I approached. "What will you have?" I asked.<br />
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"Beer"<br />
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"Right with you".<br />
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"Here you go". I brought him a bottle. "I have to finish some things, be with you in a few minutes, OK?"<br />
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"Sure" he said quietly. I left to check that everything was finished.<br />
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"I'm gonna be with that guy over there," I said to Sarah.<br />
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"OK", she said without looking up from her spreadsheet. Sarah likes to count the receipts at the end of lunch and enter figures in her laptop.<br />
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"Glad you came," I said to Mark as I slid into one of the chairs.<br />
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"Yeah, " he said. He seemed to be nervous. "Does she come here?" He glanced around the nearly empty room. A few patrons were chatting at the bar as a country-western tune was playing on the radio. If Em showed up I could give her a cover story about why I was here (since I worked here), but Mark couldn't couldn't excuse himself so easily. Lately the Fire Witch seems peeved about everything her "slave" does and frequently canes his butt for even tiny violations of her "rules". Any excuse, no matter how valid, would get him a severe beating from her.<br />
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I was surprised at how he seemed so afraid of her. "If you'd like we can go to someplace more private".<br />
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"Yeah," he said as he sipped a swig, "if you don't mind".<br />
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I told Sarah we were going upstairs as I walked past the bar. She didn't look up and said "OK". When I have quickies with guys, we go the the back room. For bdsm play, we go upstairs. <br />
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We sat on the futon in our family room. Normally I'm comfortable with guys I meet at school. We talk about sports or other events before we get down to business. I didn't know how to break the ice with Mark.<br />
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With girls, I can make small talk about almost anything. They hear the emotions behind the words. With guys, talk is limited to doing things. I thought I'd try the bold approach.<br />
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"I want to tie you up like your mistress does and give you CBT and NT."<br />
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He was stunned at my direct approach and took a long swig of his beer. "OK".<br />
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"Get up and strip", I ordered him. I retrieved some toys from my room. He left his clothes on the futon. I tightened the padded cuffs around his wrists and clamped them behind his back. I had him restrained from backing out. I attached other cuffs to his ankles and connected them with a short chain. I attached that chain to the one that secured his wrists. He started to breathe heavily. I slipped a hood over his head.<br />
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"How are you so far?" I asked.<br />
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"OK...Sir", he said. I didn't have time for protocol and I didn't care if he addressed me as "Sir". I wanted him bad. I wanted quick results.<br />
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I clamped his nipples and attached the clamps with a short chain. His chains clanged as I tugged him toward my bedroom. <br />
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I released the chains that secured his wrists and ankles. I attached his wrist cuffs to ropes that were tied to rings in the ceiling and pulled them tight so that he was standing on tip-toe. His legs now showed off his muscular butt as it strained in the suspension. He began to dance around nervously. I spread his legs and connected his cuffs with a spreader bar. He was breathing heavily, in anticipation of what I was going to do. He had wood.<br />
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There is some mysterious connection that guys have between being tied up, the anticipation of pain and arousal. Maybe it's the adrenaline rush, the fight or flight instinct that the bondage exacerbates. I almost always feel panicky when someone secures me like I have Mark right now. Why our dicks gets so hard I'm not sure. I was feeling aroused at the sight of of this young guy, his muscles taught from the suspension of his arms and legs. I was getting wood too. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-50565216130501207942012-11-02T14:12:00.000-07:002012-11-02T14:12:19.873-07:00Meeting with the Fire Witch's slaveEm, her slave and I have been sessioning for over a year now. He is under orders not to speak to us when he is in session. I became attracted to his long, slim body and his lengthy cock that his mistress kept in rings, tied with thongs. I especially liked how he writhed as she whipped him while chained to the cross, sweat pouring from his body. I wanted to meet him.<br />
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I ran into him while shopping in a chain store. He acknowledged me. I pretended to need help. "Do you work here?" I asked although the name-tag on his shirt made it obvious.<br />
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"May I help you," he said automatically as if I were the usual customer. His name was Mark. He was known as "Mohawk Mark" because of the bright red row of hair he had in the middle of his head. He fit in with the other workers at the store who had body jewelry, tats and rebel clothing. His mohawk had been trimmed to almost the length of the rest of his shaved head one evening when Em got peeved at him for something and cropped it before me. I could see the humiliation in his expression. She followed the shearing with a severe caning while he was suspended at the cross.<br />
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"The dried fruits are over here," he pointed to an aisle. "Is there anything else?"<br />
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"Yes," I said lowly, "there is". I looked at him in the eye. Maybe he would realize that I wanted a personal conversation.<br />
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"I'm on break in a few minutes," he spoke almost inaudibly to the din of the store, "can you wait on the benches outside?"<br />
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"Sure," I said. I wanted to know what his relationship with Em was. She only described it as: "he's my live-in slave" but I thought there was more. Although the sex was great, I didn't want to come in the middle of their relationship.<br />
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He came out and sat at the opposite end of the bench. "Thanks for waiting" he said turning slightly toward me. "Please don't tell her I'm talking to you". <br />
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"How long have you guys been together?"<br />
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"Several years. Why do you ask?"<br />
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"I like you," I said. He looked at me. I returned the look.<br />
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"You're one of the best guys she's had in a while. Are you with someone?"<br />
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I explained my relationship with the two women. <br />
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"Oh," he replied as he looked closer at my face, "I see. You are..."<br />
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"I'm attracted to you," I said, hoping to cut through his defenses.<br />
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"I like you," he said, emphasizing the 'like'.<br />
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"Shall we hook up sometime?" I asked.<br />
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"You live around here?"<br />
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"Few blocks."<br />
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"Maybe I can leave work early".<br />
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"Cool."<br />
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We exchanged numbers. Maybe he thought it strange that I'd been fucking him for almost a year and never got to know him. I was fucking him under his Mistress' direction as her slave. She restricted everything he did when he was with her. Would his interest in the relationship with his Mistress prevent him from seeing me as an equal partner? I hope not. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-5659646905798615692012-10-27T10:55:00.000-07:002012-10-28T18:56:19.259-07:00Skip the World Series and eat strawberriesIt surprised me when I learned that the home team was playing in the world series of US baseball.<br />
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Sarah does not want to install a television at the bar. Since it was the World Series, she relented and borrowed one for tonight's game. Most of the patrons gathered near the screen to watch the teams play.<br />
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Mary and I cleaned up. When she was done she turned to me and said, "Dave, run my bath for me"<br />
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My first reaction was to protest since it was still early in the evening and I might be needed at the bar. I held my tongue and looked at Sarah.<br />
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"Since it's pretty slow here," she said to us, "you can go upstairs but I want Dave to close up tonight".<br />
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"Deal", I said. Mary tossed her apron and we rushed upstairs. <br />
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Bathing Mary is a ritual we do together. I wait on her hand and foot, literally washing her body from her feet to her hair, kneeling at the side of the tub. Tonight she had other things in mind.<br />
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"Let's do some fisting," she suggested.<br />
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"Me to you, or you to me?" I asked.<br />
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"Both".<br />
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I'm often asked if I play with Mary as a master or a slave by those who don't know us well. My answer is "both".<br />
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The ones familiar with the BDSM world will further ask: "do you switch?"<br />
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"I guess we 'switch'", I reply.<br />
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"Oh," they'll say, "sometimes you're the top and sometimes she's the top?"<br />
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"Not exactly. We 'top' and 'bottom' in the same session".<br />
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Tonight was like that. I was first up. I laid face down on the bed and Mary began flogging my back and legs. After I was "warmed" up, she spanked my butt with a leather paddle. She lubed her fingers and inserted them in me. She felt my prostate and asked, "how does it feel?"<br />
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"You're right on my g-spot" I told her. She worked at it with one hand while digging into my back with her nails. Once I was fully opened up, she attached a large dildo to her strap-on. She grabbed my shoulders and thrust the plastic cock deeper until it was in as far as it would go. When she pulled back, it made a popping sound. She rocked back and forth, plunging the dildo in and out. The base of the dildo aroused her when it pressed on her mound with her thrusts. <br />
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It was my turn. I wound leather strips around her wrists and attached them to the the corners of the bed. I wrapped a blindfold over her eyes. I started to play rough with her body, biting, pinching and slapping from her neck to her thighs. I wrapped straps on her ankles and raised her legs as I attached them to the rings on the bedposts. I flogged her opening, starting with the sides and working into the center. I inserted my fingers and began swirling them around as I opened her pussy. When I could get my hand in, I found her g-spot and began stroking with one hand as I rubbed her clit lightly. She began to moan as she tried to push off the bed. Little spurts of fluid squirted from her.<br />
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When we finished, I started her bath and led her to the tub. I tickled her toes as I lathered her feet with the soapy washcloth. I gripped her legs and slid the cloth up her legs to her crotch.<br />
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"Would you like me to shave them tonight?" I asked her.<br />
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"Yes," she replied, "do everything".<br />
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I shaved her legs up to her mound and raised each leg, clearing the hairs around her butt and pussy. In a short time her short blond hairs were gone from her legs and nether region. <br />
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"I'm going to start your hair". She slid deeper into the tub as I ran the water over her hair. I lathered some shampoo in my hands and gave her a head massage. <br />
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I rinsed the soap off her head and combed her hair.<br />
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When we were done, she stood up and leaned on me as I toweled her off. I guided her feet into the slippers and led her to bed. She slipped into the covers.<br />
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"Bring me some wine and something to eat" she said.<br />
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I brought her a glass of wine and a bowl of strawberries with some yogurt. We made small talk as I knelt on the side of the bed. <br />
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"Would you like some?," she asked.<br />
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"yes," I replied, not trying to sound too eager. <br />
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She dipped a strawberry in the yogurt and opened her legs. She stuck the treat at the opening of her pussy. "Hands behind your back, " she ordered, "come and get it".<br />
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I slipped in between her legs as she led my head to the spot. I licked the yogurt off the strawberry, and laved her lips.<br />
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"Mmmm", I said.<br />
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"Would you like more?"<br />
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"Yes, please", I said. She giggled at how delighted I was to eat her strawberries this way. I like Mary a lot and it is an honor to serve her. I never take her for granted. When I'm with Mary like this, I'm also considering her primary relationship with Sarah. I often feel I'm warming Mar for her evening with Sarah. If I go too far, there may be jealousy. If I do nothing, Mar becomes insecure and upset. Some friends experienced in poly relationships suggest we should meet and discuss these issues. Our relationship evolved from a "V": I was 'tight' with Mar, and Sarah was also 'tight' with her but I wasn't intimate with Sarah. In time, Sarah and I have been getting to know one another and testing our levels of intimacy. Sarah separated from Jeff, the previous bar owner, before she met me. She's reluctant to get too close to another guy for now. The bdsm stuff Mar and I do also made her feel squicky at first, but she's now accepting most of it and trying some things with Mar and I.<br />
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Maybe we should talk about our feelings more thoroughly. For now, Mar and Sarah have agreed on our rituals and that's how it works out for us. It's a delicate balancing act I perform to keep the two women in my life happy. <br />
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I dressed and returned to the bar. Sarah was watching the game with the patrons. She looked me over. She saw the scratches on my chest that the leather vest didn't cover. She sniffed me and recognized the smell of Mary's pussy on my face.<br />
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"Did you eat strawberries?," she asked.<br />
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"Yes, " I replied, "they were tasty".<br />
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"Good, " she said, smiling, "I think I'll go up and try some myself".<br />
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I knew Mary would be waiting for her.<br />
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"Enjoy!" I told her as I joined the patrons and watched the rest of the game. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-40286995008955322482012-02-23T17:22:00.000-08:002012-02-23T17:22:56.315-08:00Should Erotica Be Censored?I apologize for being a little off-topic here but I will briefly mention the link to my post in my "erotic reading" site regarding the recent censorship of erotica by PayPal, Amazon, et. al. Follow this link:<br />
<a href="http://bit.ly/Abbn0e">http://bit.ly/Abbn0e</a><br />
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Censorship is a slippery slope. If they start with some kinds of erotica, where do they stop? Will books on "Breast Cancer" be banned? It may not be that far-fetched as I have noted that some blogs that discuss "Breast Cancer" are filtered out by "family-friendly" or "Christian" web filtering software. <br />
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For those of you who are members of "erotica forum", to read more discussion, follow this link: <a href="http://bit.ly/wSsK7s">http://bit.ly/wSsK7s</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-46557524055349452882012-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:002012-01-24T14:00:03.060-08:00Straight, Gay, bi, transgender or pansexual - do labels make a difference?Since Kinsey, there has been an effort to catalog people's sexual preferences. Kinsey interviewed subjects and indicated their sexual propensity between heterosexual and homosexual on a scale of 1 to 6. Researchers subsequently refined the scales to include other paraphilla (fetish, transgender, etc.)<br />
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There is a lot of discussion in the blogosphere about the differences between the labels. A more recent one ( <a href="http://bit.ly/w5D6Gl">http://bit.ly/w5D6Gl</a> ) makes a point that bisexuals are binary with the opposite sex only and ignore transgender possibilities. The post also said that transgender labels ignore the bisexual aspects. <br />
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The author wrote: "In bisexual texts I’m erased as a transgender person, and in transgender texts, I am erased as a bisexual person"<br />
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I do not disagree with the author(s)' intellectual positions but I don't think it matters with my personal relations. Here are a few snippets of how I relate to people of various "labels".<br />
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I stopped actively looking for clients when I went to college full time but eventually I needed the money, tuition rises and all. I still have "legacy" clients, people who will call me when they come into town. Men come here from all around the world for medical and technical conventions. The women are usually well-heeled matrons that drive up from the upper class suburbs for a day of shopping and fun. I've come to know all the side entrances to the hotels and the names of the clerks who work there. <br />
As an escort, I wait for men or women to call me. We set the time and agree to the scenario that we like such as "dinner", "bar", "hotel room", etc. They come to know what my services are and expect me to deliver. I keep myself well-groomed and I'm always punctual. <br />
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Guys prefer to get into the sex right away: a little caressing, nipple pinching, a bj and then a fuck. Most only let me their first name. "Call ya later, Dave", they'll say as I pick up the payment on the nightstand.<br />
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"Ok," I say as I slip on my clothes, "see ya, Bob" as I slip out of the hotel discretely. <br />
I don't usually "date" a women who I don't know or does not know about my escort services because it can take too long to close the deal. On those "cold" dates, we often chat for hours even in a typical scene before we get physical. I can remember many times when I was too engrossed in the conversation with a woman when she'll say something like: "When are you going to sleep with me?"<br />
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"Oh", I reply with a slight surprise, "you want to do <em>that</em>?. Well, I never," I fake the propriety with a Southern accent. We laugh. <br />
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If a woman discloses to me that she is also an escort then we can abandon pleasantries and get down to business immediately. We start with, "Shall we..." and I'll suggest some likely activity. <br />
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She'll say: "I like it if a guy does ... to my ..." or "I like ...sex", etc. There is back and forth. Usually we settle on some scenario and get into it just like with men. <br />
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With Em (Fire Witch), we established what we would do the first night I met her. I was hot for her. She wanted certain things. We agreed on a time that fit our schedule. When I met her later (3 AM) she said she was getting tired and wanted to go the main event directly. I developed a practice of oral service and the body worship she prefers. With a little practice I have become her "sex toy" that she calls after a day of tricking. When she's with johns, she gives them what they want. When she's with me, she gets <em>what she wants</em>. <br />
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Mary told me the kind of scene she liked (MMF) and so I arranged a threesome with Kyle. Kyle and I do the things we've done with each other as Mar watches. Once she's aroused, she'll join in as Kyle and I daisy with her. <br />
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Threesomes with members of the coven are usually arranged by the women. Scenes have a lot of play with their mate while they watch, something they call "forced bi". Eric, Goeff and Tom were at first reluctant to get down with me, but they gradually came to like the anal sex with their prostate massage. They now pretend to resist as their Domme's force them to kneel and take me and bend over on the bed. <br />
On "ladies night" at the bar, I dress in drag. Women and men who dress as women are not charged the cover for a lineup of dyke, tg, genderqueer bands. Mary helps me with the makeup and I do this in keeping with the spirit. I don't get turned on by women's clothing and don't understand why women would wear something that is uncomfortable. At the bar, the dykes are dressed in boots, jeans and flannels, while I serve them in a 1950's style cocktail dress and pumps. <br />
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"Come to Daddy," they'll say as they pull me into their laps. "Be a good wife and kiss me!", they laugh as I camp it up for them.<br />
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Straight guys will think this drag act is wierd until they see me go to the upstairs apartment with women they thought were "lesbians". <br />
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Some of you may remember my encounters with Andy, the shemale. He frequents the bar in a "metrosex" getup: clothing that women or men might wear. He has long blond surfers hair that he has coiffed. His lipstick and eyeliner is subtle, his nails impeccable.<br />
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When I first served him, I saw him checking out my ass in the tight leather pants I usually wear. He would drop a napkin on the floor and saye, "Dave, come here and pick up my napkin". <br />
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I asked Mar what this was all about. She said, "just do what he says, Dave". I go over to his table where he is giggling with some other shemales. I turn away from him, bend over and and stick my butt in his face. He slips a dollar in the back of my boxer-briefs. If I let him fondle my ass, he'll leave a bigger tip. <br />
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Although I'm not a "boobs" man, I was attracted to Andy's prominent pair <em>and</em> the bulge in her crotch. I flirted for a long time with him and eventually mustered up the courage to tell him I was hot for him. I had an earlier posting about our first "date" last Christmas Eve. We scene on his terms: he ties me up to a sling and penetrates me. If you were to label what we do it might be femdom, transgender and leather.<br />
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I'm not sure what "labels" should be given to my friends and our scenes. We rarely think about who is "gay", "straight", "bi", "tg". Instead we think of things we do together. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-90758099979469428562011-12-22T07:00:00.000-08:002011-12-22T07:00:12.024-08:00Solstice and the SpiritA man's spirit often drifts aimlessly like a paper bag in the wind. It goes forward one time but when the winds shift it blows back the next time. If he's lucky, he finds a partner who senses his spirit is adrift and sets it on a course with them. Usually someone finds him attractive but they don't know why. Chances are a prospective partner might not see a man's spirit and cannot help it. But there may be someone who can.<br />
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Holly was such a person. Maybe it was from her part Ohlone Indian background that she could read a persons spirit, or it was her acute sensitivity to people's emotions. She had been thinking about Dave before he called her that morning. He didn't seem to have a purpose other than to come over and hang out with her.<br />
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"You can help me gather fresh pine needles for our Solstice rite", she suggested. He warmed to her but hesitated to ask for more detail. They agreed on a time to meet at her house that afternoon.<br />
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They went into the Presidio, the former army base turned into a national park. They walked under a large stand of tall pine trees. Holly and Dave collected fresh branches of needles in their shoulder bags. Pagans used greenery to welcome the new year. <br />
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When they reached a bluff that looked out on the Golden Gate they stopped. The sun was setting in it's southernmost position of the horizon. The famous bridge was beginning to glow an orange-gold. He turned toward Holly, her cheeks were glowing a warm red from the brisk walk up the hill. He moved toward her and took her in his arms and kissed her.<br />
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A kiss was his way of telling her something when he was a loss for words. She sensed his mood.<br />
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She advanced the next kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Yes, she was a "shameless whore", living with one young guy, her Tom, and flirting with an even younger guy. Dave liked her advances. He opened his mouth and sucked her tongue slightly, suggesting to her what he would like to do with her tender little pussy.<br />
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She caught his thoughts and became more curious. "Well," she broke away as she looked into his eyes, "are you up for it?"<br />
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"Yes," he said as they sat on a log and looked out toward the sunset. He fell silent.<br />
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"You want to tell me something?" she asked. <br />
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He lifted his hooded sweatshirt and the teeshirt underneath. "Check this out" he pointed toward the emblem. It was a small triskelion that had been cell-popped onto his thigh.<br />
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"How'd you get that? Was it Mary? Or, Jane?" Holly inquired. She knew someone had inserted the hundreds of needle jabs deep to his skin, burning his skin with searing little holes in the image of the BDSM icon.<br />
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"It was Em, the Fire Witch," he told her as if she knew the Domme that he had recently taken up with. San Francisco is a small town and people get to know almost everyone in the BDSM community. <br />
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"Is she a Witch with a coven?" Holly asked.<br />
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"Not sure," Dave replied. "She's called the Fire Witch because of her skills in fire play. I've been trying to figure out if she's Wiccan".<br />
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"And you like her?" Holly asked.<br />
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"Yes, much, " he replied. She looked at his expression and sensed his passion. She also noticed his confusion, his being adrift since Jane released him.<br />
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Although he was not much of a Witch, he sensed her recognition of his state. "But I want to stay with the Coven".<br />
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"We're not thinking of replacing you," she joked. "Are you joining us in the Solstice rite tonight?" <br />
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"Will you have me?" His plaintive voice did not disguise how much he wanted to be accepted by the Coven, to be given a new chance. He knew how the members felt about singles, how unattached members broke the neutralized symmetry that the group preferred. Still, it wasn't entirely his fault that Jane left him to go with a more attractive guy closer to her age. Although he hadn't attended any Pagan rituals since the summer Solstice, he had been with the other couples, Eric and Sara, Lisa and Goeff and Tom and her.<br />
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Holly would be pressed to argue that she didn't enjoy the many evenings Dave had been with Tom and her, how she delighted in beating her "boys" and having them service her in bed for the rest of the night. "You should come with us tonight," she said. "We'll have a surprise for you."<br />
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They walked back in the twilight toward the warm glow of the lights in the windows of the houses that lined the edge of the park. Holly had been Dave's "first" . She had introduced him to BDSM practices slowly, getting him to acknowledge his fantasies about being dominated and building up his trust in her. She began with one of his hands tied to a post as she tickled him. Then both hands were tied with some light flogging. Eventually he accepted being bound completely to her cross, table or horse as she inflicted pain on his body. <br />
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As they walked she learned more about Emerald and how Dave was hesitant to introduce her into the Coven until all the other members had approved. There would be questions about Jane and her roommate, Mary. And what was Dave doing with these women. Questions that Holly did not want to think about because she hoped that the group would continue to accept Dave.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-55883281304490433062011-12-19T19:00:00.000-08:002011-12-19T19:00:00.105-08:00Pagan Solstice - Coven RiteWinter Solstice approaches in a day or so. Many Pagans do some kind of ritual that may be personal/public. I was taken in by a Wiccan Coven after rejection by my "Christian" family (who kicked me out of their home). I agree with many of their beliefs, particularly the Rede which says: "do no harm" and the attunement to the earth. I would like to become more involved but because of my "Christian" heritage and my gun-shy fear of religion, I am hesitant and have doubts. <br />
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OK, maybe I'll never become a Witch (my year + 1 day from my initiation is almost up), or at least not a good one. But I do like the Coven and, in particular, their rituals. Solstice will be no exception.<br />
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This Solstice we will probably watch the sunset, make a fire at the beach if the weather allows (it is usually windy & foggy here in SF) and then return to Holly's dungeon. From here on I would describe our BDSM rituals, so for those who are squeamish about the topic, maybe proceed to the conclusion? <br />
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In this Coven the women are more connected to the Wicca and are considered the priestesses. Men could advance but the guys in this group (partners of the women) are like me: a bit too far from the first rung of the Wiccan ladder. We pay the price for being so daft; we are used as sacrifices to the Dieties. <br />
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The rites involve bondage, whipping (pain play), wax play with candles and ritual submission to our partners. <br />
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OK, if you're uptight about strange religious practices, or freaked out about the right-wing Evangelical Christian morality, you might want to bail on this post. I have more details of the rituals in my other blog (<a href="http://dave94015.blogspot.com/">dave94015.blogspot.com</a>) . <br />
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Well, I have to leave this post for now but I will continue it after the Solstice ritual.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-6636273310183749812011-12-02T17:00:00.000-08:002011-12-02T17:00:03.195-08:00How Much Sex Can You Take - A reply to Dan Savage<div class="savage_question"><br />
</div><div class="savage_question"><i>From Dan Savage's column ( <a href="http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=10890931">http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=10890931</a> ) : </i></div><div class="savage_question"><i>"I'm a 20-year-old female</i> college student living with my 23-year-old boyfriend. We've been dating for two years, and our sex life has always been awesome. My boyfriend has a high libido, so high that I can't always get him off when he wants it. He says I don't want to have sex with him, when we have sex probably four times a week and I'm totally happy to give him head, jerk him off, or take off my clothes for him any other time he asks. Whenever we sit down together, he's immediately horny and he gets cranky when I have to say no. Is this a ridiculously high libido? I try to be GGG, and he does the same for me, but I hate feeling guilty about not having sex with him constantly. I've started just telling him to masturbate to porn, and he does it willingly but usually whines a little first about how I "never" want to have sex. Totally false! My body just can't take it every day. What do I do?"</div><div class="savage_question"><br />
</div><div class="savage_question">Most of the women I know can't take a good pounding more than this often unless they're pro. That's why it's good to have many "friends with benefits".</div><div class="savage_question"><br />
</div><div class="savage_question">Although Mr. Savage says that guys also can't take that much penetration, I know men, including me, who can. Some guys get pumped that much (4 times) in a day. I sometimes get saddle-sore after a thorough thrashing from my "Daddy" Paul. Often we go all night at his parent's vineyard and then doze in the sun during the afternoon. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-31866716180403413642011-12-02T15:00:00.000-08:002011-12-02T15:00:01.123-08:00Mar, Ky & Me - a Kinky ThreewaySome people think a threesome is a threesome. Of course it's not. If you stop and think about it, there are many sexual possibilities. Ours is just one of them.<br />
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When I first started hooking up with Mar, she and her partner, Janie, would have me orally service them mostly. I didn't penetrate them as they preferred using a small dildo. <br />
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During one of the sessions I asked if I could suck the dildo after Jane inserted it in Mar's vag. They said, "sure" and seem delighted. I wasn't surprised because I had seen Mar lick the dildo after she used it in Jane's vag. The three of us are now "fluid-bonded" . <br />
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A few days later I was alone with Mar helping her in the kitchen. I was kissing her on the neck as she was stirring pots at the stove. She asked me to peel some carrots and place them on the table. When I finished she motioned me to sit under the table. She sat on the chair and hiked her shirt up. She told me to slip her panties off. I began caressing her thighs as she wriggle a bit.<br />
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"Are you hungry," she asked as she pushed my head away from her sex. I said I was starved. She opened her legs and placed some carrot strips on the chair before her. She reached down and widened her lips. She took one of the sticks and inserted it into her vag., swirled it around and slipped it in deeper. She took the carrot out and pointed it to my mouth. "You can have an appetizer," she said. <br />
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I licked the carrot stick and began nibbling it. "Mmm", I said, "I love that sauce!"<br />
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She continued rubbing her mound with one hand, inserting more carrots with the other hand and feeding me.<br />
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So this was how Mar & I made out when we were alone in the kitchen.<br />
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The times when I did penetrate Mar's vag. she sucked me off before I ejaculated. We would then kiss and she would share the ejaculation and her cum with me. <br />
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Ky & I often have sex together in his dorm room after classes. He gets excited when I tell him what I do with Mar. I told him that I'd really like to suck his cock after it had been in her. He seemed enthusiastic about the idea. I mentioned this to Mar and she said she would like to meet Ky.<br />
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Mar & I made small talk with Ky at the Student Union. The two of them seemed to get along. She asked if he had any pictures. Ky thumbs through the pics on his smartphone and shows her one he took of himself before a mirror with his cock bulging in his boxer briefs. She said, "Dave told me about something you and he would like to do."<br />
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"Yeah," he said, "I'm all for it."<br />
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"Well," she said, "I want to see what you two do first."<br />
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"OK" we agree. <br />
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So we arranged to hook up at Mar's later that day. The three of us stripped to our undies and did some petting on the couch.<br />
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"I want to watch Dave and you have sex " she said to Ky.<br />
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So I moved next to Ky and started kissing him as I squeezed his nipples. Mar sat on the chair across from us and began rubbing herself. <br />
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I started jerking Ky's cock as it became enormous and popped out of his shorts. He did the same to me. We slipped off our undies and laid on our sides on the couch, my mouth was at his cock and his mouth was at mine. We started sucking each other as Mar was rubing her vag. rapidly.<br />
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Ky and I edge each other. When he was about to come he pushes me back a little and I give hime time to recover. After a few of these cycles he can go a lot longer. He does the same to me. <br />
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Mar comes over to us. She mounts me and we start kissing while Ky mounts her from behind. Eventually he's ready to come so he pulls out of Mar and places his cock before us. We start licking as a heavy stream of his junk lands in our mouth. <br />
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"Dave, " Mar said, "It's your turn now".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-69635830843786332242011-11-15T18:00:00.000-08:002011-11-16T11:40:21.500-08:00Evening with Alice, pt. 2My femdom relationships had been reprieved for a while until today when I met Alice. She came into the bar and we quickly revisited our mistress-slave relationship that lead to a thorough beating this afternoon. After that Alice and I returned to the bar. She arranged to stay with Mary and Sara for the night. I continued my tasks and avoided sitting down because butt and back felt like they were on fire from the thrashing I received from her. I was afrid to look in the mirror to see the many black and blue welts on my back and the bloodied breaks where the lashes of the whip had cut deep. <br />
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I was meek and compliant, even a bit quiet as I recalled how Alice inflicted her torrent of strokes on my back as I was tied to my bed. Mary and Sara noticed my reserve and they avoided discussing the obvious and chatted small talk with Alice, catching up on her whereabouts. <br />
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Alice spends most of her time in New York City as a freelance attorney but ocassionally comes here for work. She is rooming with an acquaintance at their flat in the South of Market arera, not far from the bar. I would have visited Alice more often but I didn't know she was back in town. She decided to come over to the bar to renew her friendship with Mary. I had started working at the bar regularly after Alice left and she was surprised to see me. I was honored that she chose me as her slave again even though I was smarting from the thorough beating she gives. <br />
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Pain is a feeling I don't usually like especially when it starts. Alice has a way of building a mild sensation into an intense feeling. Eventually my skin feels as if it is on fire with each stroke of the strap or whip and a jolt is sent through my nerves to other parts of my body and my brain. I enter into a trance after a while, a sensation where I hardly notice the strokes on my skin. I am briefly elevated as if I am suspended outside my body. <br />
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Most guys I meet prefer to top me because I am younger than they are and they don't entrust the SM experience to someone they assume is inexperienced. Truth is, I have become very experienced as a bottom and have done a lot of topping with guys younger than me like Kyle. I feel I could wield the whip or strap as well as any guy. Still there are pleasures from being on the bottom, even guilty ones. I think the bottom gets the better end of the deal; the top does all the work and receives little pleasure unless they are really into dishing out pain to willing bottoms.<br />
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And that's why Alice is so special to me. I'm convinced she enjoys whipping me. I notice her breathing becomes heavier, her voice lower while she is whipping and and it is not just from the exertion. She seems to be asking me "can you take more" with each stroke of the whip. She knows the subtle body language I use to tell her to "keep going, please!" even though I am squirming and wincing in pain with each stroke. She delights is seeing me agonize over each pending stroke of the whip, the anguish, the tears, the moaning cries. <br />
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When she thinks I've gone over the edge and am broken, she'll release me and hold me as I whimper, touching my welts softly. She'll say, "I really like how you suffer for me, Dave" and I immediately become grateful to her for what she has done to me. I wish I could repay her for all her effort to make me feel this way but I think my appreciation seems to satisfy her because she knows that she has done the right thing, even if others would tell her what we do is wrong or perverse. Alice feels happy that she has satisfied me. I thank her for what she has done despite the feeling of pain and the horrible welts and bruises that might last for days. <br />
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When she called me "slave" today I thanked her for the privelege of being her slave and ventured to calling her "mistress". She accepted the role. Our relationship was reborn and made deeper by this bond.<br />
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But tonight she would be with Mary and Sara and possibly not include me. The women prefer love from each other because it is softer than a man's love and there is no inherent dominance as many men have toward women. Alice is very skilled at lovemaking with women; she was Jane's "first" and Jane handed down the skills to Mary. Sara had been living with a guy and began exploring women love with Mary. <br />
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Mary had learned BDSM from Alice and Jane but had done little since she left Jane's, except with me. Every now and then Mary would come into my bed and ask me to tie her up and have rough sex. I had straps installed on the corners of my matress and my kit of restraints and implements of pain. I would tie her up and caress her body at first, gradually going rougher, probing her pussy walls while spanking her butt, biting her neck and nipples and fucking her slowly. She would try to recriprocate by tieing me up to the bed and strapping me. Somehow things didn't click when she did this and we would often break out into laughter. <br />
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I realized that Mary meant well but she was no mistress. I longed to go back to Jane and her dungeon but she put me off with every attempt because she wanted to be "faithful" to her new lover, Zev. I would go to my stepsister Kay for a session but she was often preoccupied with her fiance. I would go to clubs like the Citadel or the private parties some of the Society of Janus members held in their basement playrooms but I was often alone. Finally, out of desperation, I taught my Daddy, Paul, how to give me a sound strapping over his knee or on the arm of his couch. Eventually we installed a cross and eyehooks in his den and we have weekly sessions. Still he was not really into it because, he said, he liked me too much and BDSM wasn't his thing.<br />
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It was with this that I welcomed Alice back, if even for a short time. She could reach to inner depths of experience that no other person had done for me.<br />
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Mary and Sara were clearing the bar as Alice talked to them. At the last call the three women retreated upstairs to Sara's flat while I finished mopping the floor. I made a quick call to Em. She was with some clients and expected to be busy all night. "I'd really like to see you, Dave, but I can't tonight. Shall we take a rain check?"<br />
<br />
"I miss you Em. Call you later!" I said. I wanted to tell her about Alice but this would not be the right time.<br />
<br />
I locked up the bar and went upstairs. Alice was in Sara's bed with Mary on side and Sara on the other. The three women were snuggling and kissing. <br />
<br />
"Dave, take off your clothes," Alice told me. I stripped before them in the dim candlelight. I felt the cool breeze from the window left open and smelled the incense and cinammon. "Kneel at the foot of the bed", she ordered. I knelt while she got up and went into my room. She returned with my toybag and pulled out the shackles and the hogtie. In minutes my wrists and ankles were tied behind my back. She found my collar and fastened it around my neck. She clicked the leash to one of the rings on the collar. She slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I could only hear the sounds the women were making as Alice rejoined them in the bed, the sounds of giggles and kisses. One of them moved forward and placed her legs around my head. She tugged on the leash and pulled my mouth to her pussy. I began licking the distinctive forms of the labia and eventually my tongue felt the protuding clit. The woman pulled me in as she wanted more licking and sucking and pushed me away to relieve herself from my tonguing while she stroked her mound. One by one the women came to me in this way, each time getting wetter than before. I tasted subtle differences between the cum of each one: one was tangy, one was sweet and one was bittersweet. I couldn't tell for sure because of the blindfold and the dim candle light but I could identify Sara's, Mary's and Alices' intimate areas. The women continued this round-robbin of pussylicking for some time, laughing and giggling as they each pulled on my leash or pushed me back and their pussies began to gush with cum. My head and shoulders eventually were covered with the musky odors of sweat and pussy drippings, a mixture of cum and spit was dribbling out of my mouth. <br />
<br />
For the women it was a dream come true: their very own sex slave servicing them for as long as they wanted. But eventually they wanted more. Alice released the hogtie and led me on to the bed and secured my wrists and ankles to the straps on the sides of the matress. I was lying face up, bare-naked except for the blindfold. My cock was still erect and ready to explode. She attached a pair of nipple clamps to my tits and clipped them together with a chain. <br />
<br />
"Slave," Alice said, "don't cum or I will beat you!"<br />
<br />
Her command almost had the opposite effect ; I was on the edge or orgasm, ready to explode after eating out three women while in bondage for several hours . But I held back. I guess my experience with tricks gave me enough strength to resist blowing my load. My reserve kept my erection strong for what happened next. The women mounted me and fucked cowgirl style. They yanked on my nipple clamps and as I howled in pain, they yelped. One of them said, "ride 'em, cowgirl!" When they finished riding my cock they straddled my face and let me suck the pussy juice from them. <br />
<br />
At last when they were satisfied, Alice directed Mary to straddle me. She pulled out a crop and smacked me on my chest and nipples. The intensity of the pain made me explode in orgasm while Mary rode me frantically. <br />
<br />
The untied me and we continued cuddling and kissing as Alice showed the women my welts from the beating she dispensed earlier. Mary and Sara moved their fingers over the bruises and felt the ridges of the welts on my skin. Alice said, "Dave really likes this, don't you Dave?"<br />
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"yes," I replied to her.<br />
<br />
"Yes?" she implored.<br />
<br />
"yes, mistress" I said before the other women. Now they understood my special relationsdhip to Alice, how I would be bound to her at least for now.<br />
<br />
"I'm happy that you found Alice, Dave", Mary said later.<br />
<br />
"I'm hoping it will last this time," I said.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-4843452620238689422011-11-14T18:00:00.000-08:002011-11-16T17:12:11.562-08:00can't always tell a book by its coverYou can't always tell a book by its cover. I live a double life. There is the alternative lifestyle with its sexually positive activity that I live with my close friends . Then there is the world of work where everything is mostly "straight". I don't let my coworkers know what I do at the bar at night. And then there is college. I go to a prestigious college that is a finishing school for the wealthy elite. Students flaunt their wealth with their luxury cars, expensive clothes and electronic gadgets and talk about vacations on exotic islands. I try to avoid them as much as possible. I hang out with the jocks. Most jocks come from more humbler circumstances and are here on scholarship. Like me they bike to school or drive older beat-up cars and live with several roomates in the cramped apartments off campus. The school needs top athletes to compete in sports to obtain huge endowments from the wealthy alumni. <br />
<br />
I enjoy watching the trim guys run around the track, lift weights in the fitness center or swim laps in the pool. Although I'm a graduate student here, many of my athlete friends are underclassmen, usually juniors or seniors and only a few years younger than me. I help them out with their studies and in return we share some beers while we watch the other athletes practice. I met Nick and Darrel at the bleachers at a track event. Two tall guys, one blonde and the other dark haired, their muscled abs rippled underneath their track uniforms and their huge thighs bulging out of their shorts. Darrel and Nick were training for javelin, discus, shotput and hammer throwing. <br />
<br />
One evening I told them about a band that was playing at the bar. "Dude, that band's cool. Can you get us in?" Darrel asked. He assumed that the show was sold out by now. <br />
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"We don't sell tickets. It's first come, first served at the door, " I explained. "I can still get you in if you ask for me when you get there."<br />
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"Neat", Nick said, "we'll be going to a track event in the City Sunday so maybe we can make the Saturday show!"<br />
<br />
"Great," I said, "be there before 6:30."<br />
<br />
The track event was winding down and we retreated to the showers. I had showered earlier after swim practice but wanted to cool off from the hot afternoon. I might catch a glimpse of my friends naked. Until now I had only seen Nick's enormous package bulge prominently in his tight shorts, and the furrows in Darrel's jersey from his muscled abs . <br />
<br />
In the shower, I confirmed that Nick had a huge, thick cock and large balls. Darrel's was almost as large. I was in a corner opposite them. They started to soap their bodies and moved the white foam over their semi-erect cocks. I did the same and saw them cruising me out of the corner of my sight. Nick and Darrel exchanged some small talk about the track meet and continued soaping the rest of their bodies. <br />
<br />
In the locker room Nick and Darrel took their time drying themselves off, bending over before each other and toweling the water off their muscled quads and perfectly rounded butts. They wrapped the towels around their waists, stood before the floor-length mirrors and applied deodorant under their arms while tightening their pecs and preening. Their chiseled abs glistened in the harsh light of the locker room. <br />
<br />
I thought if this was a fitness club in the City, it would be obvious what these guys were up to. But we were here in sleepy Palo Alto and maybe Nick and Darrel were just two horny guys flexing and checking out their muscles, hoping to date some "hot chicks" later that evening. <br />
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Nick and Darrel are like most of my college friends. Friendly but probably straight. Unaware of how atractive they are, they talk about "hot babes" and crack jokes about gays. They often repeat the motto: "Bro, no homo" and joke about "scoring" some women on campus. If they don't find a girl they'll consider going to the City to a "dive" bar like mine and hope to find the "looser" women. Usually they'll order a few drinks, take in the show and disappear into the neighborhood looking to score. <br />
<br />
When my college friends see me at the bar I'll introduce them to Mary & Sara as "my roommates". They will eventually notice the two women touching and kissing. Then they'll ask me: "what's it like living with your roomates?" I usually defer answering them directly because I assume they're straight or at least unfamiliar with our alternative lifestyle. Besides, it usually takes too much time to bring them up to speed in a noisy bar. <br />
<br />
"They're cool," I shrug. If they press me for more I remind them that I work for the two women. This usually stops their probing. They assume I'm living with a couple of "lesbians". <br />
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This evening Nick and Darrel arrived early as I suggested and I let them in the back door. I brought their beers and had small talk with them.<br />
<br />
"Do you know those guys you just served?" Mary asked me after glancing at the two tall athletic guys.<br />
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"Yeah, that's Darrel and Nick", I answered, "they're juniors at my school".<br />
<br />
"Are they..." Mary pressed.<br />
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"Into threesomes?" I answered finishing her question. "Naw, I think they're just straight ." Straight for us is a codeword that means they're not into kink. A lot of guys say they are "heteroflexible" lately. In practice it means that they prefer sex with women but don't mind the occasional blowjob from a guy, especially if they are "forced" into it at a drunken orgy. <br />
<br />
"But if you'd like ", I said to Mary, "I'll introduce you to them." Mary is often interested in younger college guys, especially jocks. It doesn't matter if they are gay or straight or something in between, Mary likes to flirt with men and she gets a rise out of them when they seem interested in her.<br />
<br />
Mary and I went to their table and exchanged names. She sat with them and I returned to the bar. She took her shoes off and placed her feet in their laps. The guys seem to get a rise out of Mary's seductive footwork. They talked a little longer and then Mary lead them upstairs to her apartment.<br />
<br />
The band was hot tonight. A crowd of people arrived as soon as they began to play. When the band finished their first set the bar was swamped. Sara and I could barely keep up with drink orders. <br />
<br />
When the band finished their break and started tuning up for the next set Mary came back following Darrel and Nick. "So how'd it go?" I asked her.<br />
<br />
"Best fuck I ever had," she whispered to me. <br />
<br />
I brought drinks to Darrel and Nick. "What's up, guys?"<br />
<br />
"Mary asked us to stick around and meet up when the bar closes," Nick said.<br />
<br />
"Are you going to?" <br />
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"Yeah, she's cool" said Darrel.<br />
<br />
Mary was chatting with Sara in the meantime. "Dave, introduce Sara to your friends." I took Sara over to them and went back to the bar. Soon I noticed the guys were chatting amiably with her. Sara is usually reserved with strangers but now she was laughing with them. I figured the three closed the deal. <br />
<br />
When the band finished their last set Sara flicked the lights for last call. The patrons trickled out and the band packed up their instruments. Darrel and Nick went to the bar and talked with Mary and Sara as they were cleaning up. The four walked past me as I started to mop the floor. <br />
<br />
"Dave, we're going upstairs, " Mary said, "would you close up?"<br />
<br />
"Sure", I asked her, "where will I sleep tonight?"<br />
<br />
"With <em>us</em>, silly", she replied. The four went upstairs to Sara's flat. <br />
<br />
I finished mopping the floor and closed the bar. I could see candle lights and hear laughter in Sara's bedroom. Sara has the larger of the two bedrooms in the flat with a "California King" size matress that could hold four comfortably. Nick & Darrel were under the covers cuddling and kissing Mary and Sara. <br />
<br />
"Come on in," said Mary. "I want you to show Darrel and Nick how we do a threesome".<br />
<br />
I slipped off my clothes. Mary got up on all fours and straddled Nick and stuck her butt toward the edge of the bed. Nick's cock became stiff as she started sucking it. I lubed my cock and started fucking Mary from behind. <br />
<br />
Darrel had a look of surprise on his face as he watched Mary, Nick and I. Before he had time to consider our lovemaking, Sara straddled him and lowered herself onto his face as she began sucking his cock. <br />
<br />
Mary said to me, "Let me know when you're going to come." When I was about to come, I let her know and pulled my cock out of Mary's pussy. "Suck Dave's cock," Mary said to Nick. I moved toward Nick and straddled his chest. I swung my hard cock toward his mouth. His lips parted. I aimed my cock toward the opening and advanced it forward. He stuck his tongue out and began licking the mix of Mary's pussy juice and my pre-cum. He started sucking the head of my cock like a lollipop. I pushed my cock further into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat. I paused and told him to stick his tongue under my dick and breathe slowly. He gagged a little but eventually he opened up.I thrust my cock all the way into his throat. I noticed how my dick puffed his cheek out with it's mouthful of meat . I began pumping slowly. <br />
<br />
For a straight guy, Nick was quite good at cock sucking. During the evening each one of us fucked the women and sucked their pussy juice off each other's cocks. <br />
<br />
By dawn we had fucked and sucked each other several times. <br />
<br />
At dawn Nick shook Darrel, "Dude we got to go to that track meet!". Mary was in the kitchen cooking and Sara was asleep. I laid quiet with my eyes closed hoping to catch another hour's shuteye. <br />
<br />
"Man, " Darrel whispered to Nick, "that was some night. "<br />
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"Yeah.," Nick agreed, "those girls were cool. I didn't know Dave was bi, did you?"<br />
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"Naw," he agreed, "never noticed it. I guess he likes pussy as much as we do, tho!"<br />
<br />
Mary was working in the kitchen on her daily preparation of food for the bar. Darrel and Nick were preparing to go to a sport event in the City. As they were getting ready Mary asked them, "are you guys coming back tonight?"<br />
<br />
"Would you like us to?" asked Darrel.<br />
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"Yeah, for sure, " Mary replied enthusiastically. She didn't know if Sara would like to see them but she knew what she liked and guessed I'd like it too. <br />
<br />
"Yeah, we'll be back!", Nick replied quickly.<br />
<br />
"For sure," Darrel's enthusiasticly agreed.<br />
<br />
After they left, I asked Mary what she thought. "Those guys were great. Maybe we'll show them some kink tonight?"<br />
<br />
"Maybe I'll show them how I tie you up and use the flogger?"<br />
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"Yeah, " she said, "maybe we can tie them up, too?"<br />
<br />
Sara came in to the kitchen and asked, "did you invite those guys back?"<br />
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"Oh, yeah, " Mary replied, "they'll be back tonight!"<br />
<br />
"Cool," she replied as she sipped her coffee. <br />
<br />
<em>If the guys return and joins us in kink, my assumption that they were too "straight" was wrong. Of course, they could have second thoughts and not return. And if I saw them on campus we could pretend this evening never happened.</em> <br />
<br />
My thoughts were interrupted by the call from Nick. "Dave, " he started, "is that band playing again tonight?"<br />
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"Yeah, " I replied to the voice, "they start at 7"<br />
<br />
"And will Mary and Sara be there?"<br />
<br />
"Yes," I answered, "they're expecting you."<br />
<br />
"Cool, " the voice replied, "we'll be over."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-9201304643949351382011-11-14T15:00:00.000-08:002011-11-14T16:26:51.740-08:00Gift from Jane?After you've been in the same place for a while you begin to accumulate friends who come by from time to time. My "place" is the bar where I've been working for the past few years. I see at least one of my "friends with benefits" , tricks or clients. They are usually guys who want a quicky in the back room of the bar for friendship or the money they pay me. The women I know prefer Mary who will go upstairs with them for an hour or two. If it's close to closing they will let me join them after I close the bar for a cozy threesome or foursome. <br />
Alice, a friend of Jane's, came by this evening. I thought she would prefer Mary like the other women but Mary was busy with customers at the bar. I asked Mary if I should serve Alice and she replied, "sure, go ahead".<br />
When Jane and I were in a mistress-slave relationship, Jane was reluctant to beat me because we had been friends before. For severe beatings she called on her ex-mistress Alice to perform. Alice was quite adept at wielding the floggers, straps, whips and canes and had a sensitivity to how guys liked to experience pain. <br />
<br />
I glanced at Alice from the bar. She was wearing tall boots, fishnets, a tight black dress and a leather jacket. She made up in the Goth look with magenta streaks in her white hair and deep blood-red lipstick. I remembered the many nights with Alice cracking the whip on my body as it was secured to the cross in Jane's dungeon. I felt my cock stiffen. <br />
"Good evening ma'am", I said with in a broken cadence that revealed that I was afraid of her, "what will you be having?"<br />
"Hello Dave," she said, making eye contact, "long time no see!" she said warmly. I felt like dropping to my knees and humbling myself before her but I had to treat her like a patron in the bar. "Bring me my usual".<br />
Patrons who don't come here often may not realize that I don't remember that much about what they order. I usually size them up and make a guess. If it's a guy it's beer. If it's a woman, it's wine. <br />
<br />
"Would you like white or red wine this evening?" I asked her to get a clue. <br />
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"I prefer a chardonay, if you have one." She made eye contact with me again, "So how have you <em>been</em>?" she asked with an emphasis. <br />
<br />
"I'm OK, " I said automatically, covering my fear of her. "I'll get your drink". I returned to the bar and found a bottle in the cooler. <br />
<br />
My hand was shaking as I poured the drink. Mary saw this and came over to me. "Well, how is Alice?" she inquired.<br />
<br />
"She's OK, I guess, " I stammered, "what should I do?" I wanted her opinion. Mary knew about the torture sessions that Jane had arranged.<br />
<br />
"Just see what she wants and follow your instincts, Dave", she counseled me.<br />
<br />
I brought the drink to Alice. "You haven't contacted me in a long time, " she opened, glancing at me sternly. She was testing my submissiveness.<br />
<br />
"No, ma'am, I have not contacted you," I said. Actually the only way Alice prefered to see me was when it was arranged by Jane, although she did give me her personal number after one of the last sessions. "I'm sorry".<br />
<br />
"You disappoint me, Dave, " Alice replied with that stern look, "do you understand that?"<br />
<br />
"Yes I do, ma'am", I replied with a tremble in my voice I was sure she could pick up on. I cast my eyes downward.<br />
<br />
"Do you know how bad you've been?", she demanded.<br />
<br />
"I've been <em>very</em> bad, ma'am" I whispered. We engaged in the mistress and slave dialog we used during the sessions. <br />
<br />
"And where are you staying?", she demanded.<br />
<br />
"I have a room above the bar," I said meekly. <br />
<br />
Alice read my face that had become flush with embarassment as my hard-on was pushing out from my jeans. She rolled her eyes upward. I got the signal. We headed toward my room. <br />
<br />
My room is too small for a dungeon. The bed takes up most of the floor space. There are straps connected to the corners of the matress where shackles can be attached with chains and clamps. My toybag has a mimumal number of straps, floggers, whips and a short cane, rope, clamps and other restraining devices. I pulled the toybag out from under the bed and opened it up for Alice to examine. <br />
<br />
"Take off your clothes, " she commanded. I stripped. She ordered me to slip off her boots. She hiked her skirt up and sat at the edge of the bed. "Kiss me here," she pointed to her thighs. <br />
<br />
I began caressing her above the ridge of her stockings to the edge of her panties. She placed her hand on her mound and fabric became damp. <br />
<br />
"Lick me," she ordered. I continued kissing the sheer fabric as she rubbed her mound. The slight musky oder of her reminded me of previous sessions. I could hear her moan softly as her breathing became heavy. A trickle of cum flowed onto her thigh. <br />
<br />
"Lick it!", she said. I eagerly licked the tangy, sweet-sour liquid and remembered how she tasted again. My dick was about to explode but I held my cum. <br />
<br />
"Get up on the bed", she commanded. I laid face down on the bed. Alice secured my shackles to the corner straps. She started with the flogger warming my back and butt. The strokes were rythmic, keeping in sync to the music that was coming from the bar. I felt a warming sensation on my skin. Eventually she switched to the strap and the blows became harder. I began to feel a steady pain and started to whimper a little. She started with the single-tail and the blows gave me sharp jolts. <br />
<br />
"Ow!" I cried as I flinched with each blow of the whip. My breathing was becomming irregular. <br />
<br />
"Take a deep breath, " she said, " and breathe slowly".<br />
<br />
I followed her directions and began to ease up. I felt a warming sensation throughout my body. I felt like I was hovering above my physical body, relaxed and detached. <br />
<br />
I began to feel like my body was being sliced apart by the sharp blows of the small cane Alice applied to tiny areas on my butt. She would rest the cane on the place where she intended it to land and snap it back. I felt less of the pain and more euphoric with each blow. <br />
<br />
Although time passed, I was unaware how long Alice's torment was going on. At some point the cane was hitting areas that were already sore from previous lashings and the pain became intense. I screamed loudly and broke into tears, sobbing. Alice paused and dug her fingernails into my broken skin. My body went limp with the searing pain. Alice continued thrashing me with the flogger. The softer blows didn't hurt as much as the cane or whip but keep my skin warm. I could have gone on like this for the entire evening. <br />
<br />
Alice stopped beating me and released me. "Put my boots on, slave" she ordered. This was the first time she addressed me as her slave this evening. I felt grateful that the beating was over and appreciated that she considered me her slave. I knelt before her and slid the boots on her feet. <br />
<br />
"You will remember to call me every day", she commanded.<br />
<br />
"Yes, mistress", I hoped she would allow me to call her mistress.<br />
<br />
"Good boy," she said as she stood up and left the room. <br />
<br />
When I returned to the bar Alice was at another table chatting with some patrons. Mary came up to me. "So how did it go?" she asked. <br />
<br />
"It went <em>better</em> than I expected", I replied. <br />
<br />
"Good to hear, " Mary continued, "Alice is going to spend the evening with us!"<br />
<br />
"OK," I said, not sure of what would happen this evening but accepting anything Mary told me. <br />
<br />
I caught up with my work at the bar. I turned my cell on. A text message from Jane was waiting. "TTYL8TR-XXX". Jane hadn't called or texted me in a long time. Usually I called Jane and sometimes would meet her at the Galleria after work where she would put me off with: "I'm still seeing Zev," or "I'm real busy lately". I was psyched and apprehensive that Jane texted me for once. <em>What did this mean</em>. <em>Was she trying to get together with me? Did she know about my session with Alice? What should I do this evening?</em> I remembered Mary's advice: "follow your instincts".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-10142028242073911082011-09-17T09:00:00.000-07:002011-09-17T09:00:06.261-07:00Sailing to Cock IslandI liked to watch Kenny when he practiced on the track. He was a tall guy with a natural athletic build, slim waist, profiled hips, defined abs and a small tight butt. Occasionally I would finish swim practice and check him out in the locker room. I thought I saw him checking me out in the shower but I couldn't be sure. In our town guys snapped towels at each other and used words like "gay" and "fag" to show their contempt for anyone who wasn't 'manly' enough - " A cowboy should never squat with his spurs on". <br />
<br />
Ken was in the library muttering some curse like "dang" and knotting his sandy brown hair that partially hid the large scar on his face. I was volunteering shelving books and went to him. "Need help", I asked.<br />
<br />
"It's algebra, " he replied exasperated, "I can't solve these equations."<br />
<br />
"Do you mind if I take a look?" He let me glance at the printed assignment. I showed him how to solve the first equation.<br />
<br />
"Thanks guy," he said, "do you work here? Do I owe you anything?"<br />
<br />
"I'm just a volunteer," I said, "You don't owe me anything." I was eager to make friends with him.<br />
<br />
"Since you showed me how to do the first one, I'll try on my own, but thanks," he said with a slight smile. I returned the smile and pushed the cart toward the shelves.<br />
<br />
"Dude", he said, "I'm Kenny. What's your name?"<br />
<br />
"I'm Dave"<br />
<br />
"You a sophmore?"<br />
<br />
"Freshmen".<br />
<br />
"Dude, " he said, "you're pretty smart" in an effort to compliment me.<br />
<br />
"Naw, " I said, "It's no big thing. You go out for track?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah," he said, "and you?"<br />
<br />
"I'm in the swim team".<br />
<br />
"Cool. Well, I'm gonna work on these problems. You want to hang out when you get off?" he asked.<br />
<br />
"I'll be finished in half hour. If you don't see me, you might ask the librarian to page me, ok?" I wanted him to know I'd be around for him.<br />
<br />
"Ok, sure, " he said with some interest, "I'll look for you. Thanks again!"<br />
<br />
He found me and suggested we go to the stands and watch the football team practice. He retrieved his books from the hall locker. We shared a bottle of wine he brought in a paper bag while we watched the team practice. <br />
<br />
I helped him with his homework when he came to the library after classes. When he was younger, I pot of boiling water exploded and burned part of his face. Some kids thought he was a freak. Girls would avoid him.<br />
<br />
<br />
He was good at shop and I was good at academics. I helped him with his algebra and he showed me how to fix my bike.We developed a friendship over our common interests. I was attracted to his athletic body. I glanced at him when he walked in front of me, his tight jeans displaying a perfect butt. I liked how his biceps bulged out of his tank top and the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He was a little older than me and I admired what I thought was a perfect body. <br />
<br />
In the summer many kids went to camps at the nearby lakes. I stayed home because my widowed mother couldn't afford to send me to any of them. One of the local clubs provided funding for kids who worked part time to go to camp. I was a junior lifeguard watching toddlers at the shallow end of the lake. Kenny also got into the program. He worked in the boathouse repairing boats. <br />
When the kids were done with their swim I would go over to the boathouse and hang out with Kenny. The supervisor sent us out in a two-seater sailboat to gather the lane lines and any stuff that the kids left at the raft in the lake. <br />
One warm evening we were changing into our swimsuits in the storage area. Kenny pulled down his shorts when his long cock popped out and jutted upward. I had never seen an erection on another guy before. I was excited to see his cock point upward between his slim hips and flat stomach. I felt my cock get hard as I slipped my swim trunks on underneath a towel. After we collected the lane ropes, we sailed past the raft and to a small island on the lake. No one knew what the name of the island was, or if in fact it was more than a temporary sandbar with a riparian growth of tall shrubs. The water around the shore was very shallow and only small boats like ours could pull into the island. We pulled our sailboat onto shore and tied it to one of the tall bushes. We sat on a small sand mound and tossed pebbles into the lake.<br />
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Kenny turned to me and said, "you wanna jack off?"<br />
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I didn't want to sound like I didn't know what he was talking about and answered, "sure".<br />
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Kenny pushed his swimsuit to his knees and began stroking his cock. When it became erect, he began pounding faster. <br />
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I imitated Kenny's movements as I watched him. In minutes some white stuff squirted out of his cock on his stomach. "Oooh yeah", he said.<br />
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Although I tried stroking my cock furiously, I wasn't as successful as Kenny. <br />
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"Dude," he said, "did you ever cum before?"<br />
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"No," I said shyly.<br />
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"Look," he turned toward me, "you hold your cock like this." He showed me how he clutched his fingers just below the cockhead. "Now push the head up and jag your balls like this." He was now jerking off again.<br />
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I eventually got a small spurt of cum out of my cock. <br />
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"Did you ever taste cum, " he asked. He placed a finger on the small drip that was dribbling down the side of my deflated cock and touched it to his lips.<br />
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"What does it taste like, " I asked.<br />
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"It's good. Wanna try some?" he asked.<br />
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I nodded and dipped my finger into the pool of cum that was spalttered on his belly. It was sticky and tasted salty with a little sweet tanginess. "Cool," I said.<br />
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"More?" he asked.<br />
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"Sure," I said as I bent over toward him and began licking the sticky gobs off his skin. He pushed me down toward his now hardened cock with a cum slick on its cock-head. <br />
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"Lick it", he whispered. <br />
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I stuck my tongue out and wrapped it around his cock-head and licked the cum from it. <br />
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"Kiss it," he said. I kissed his hard tip.<br />
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"Now suck it." I opened my mouth and took in a few inches of his dick. His skin tasted like parmesan chicken with a salty covering. He jerked his cock and in short order a load of cum shot into my mouth. <br />
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I wasn't sure if I liked sucking cock or tasting a guy's cum but I was turned on to Kenny's great looking body. He bent over and started to suck my cock. <br />
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"You know what we should call this place?" he looked up to me, "Cock Island!"<br />
We sailed to Cock Island almost every evening.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3337337808000808279.post-57847650411585574432011-09-08T09:32:00.000-07:002011-09-12T17:32:26.695-07:00I'd love to watch"I'd love to watch you have sex with my bf." Her fingers tapped my wrist. <br />
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"I'll do it if you join us". I looked at her surprised expression.<br />
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"Um, well," she hedged, not expecting my proposition.<br />
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"You talk it over." I wrote my number on her receipt and took the tray of empty glasses to the bar.<br />
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Her bf returned to the table. They talked as if they were arguing but I couldn't make out their conversation over the din. He glanced at me a couple of times as I was filling drink orders. He looked like a college jock who had covered his arms and neck with fresh tats. She was hauntingly pretty, like a goth model for an exotic perfume. They were trying to agree on how to pick up a willing sextoy.<br />
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I went to the back room. He followed me and stood in the doorway. I walked over to him. "I'm Dave".<br />
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"I'm Mark," he stammered.<br />
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"Step into the room." I tapped his shoulder and pulled the door closed. I moved closer to him and looked at his shy expression. I tugged him by the neck. He parted his lips. I kissed him lightly. His eyes were closed. I kissed him again, with a little more force. My tongue found its way into his mouth.<br />
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He sighed a low "mmm". My hand went down to his crotch. I could feel his cock pressing up against his pants. <br />
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This was too easy for what I thought was a straight guy. If he was bi like me we'd have our clothes off by now and one of us would be going down on the other. "We have to talk." I pulled back.<br />
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"OK" . He was reticent to say more. "What about?"<br />
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"Your gf wants me to make out with you, you know?" I said. "What do you want?"<br />
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"I want to suck your cock". He whispered. <br />
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"Is that all?" I asked.<br />
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"I want you to fuck me", he said slowly.<br />
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<i>Way too easy</i>, I thought, <i>something's not right about this</i>. Normally I wouldn't turn down an open threesome with a hot couple but I had to figure out what they<i> both</i> wanted. "I'm off in about an hour, can we meet somewhere?"<br />
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"Liz has your number", he said, "we'll call you".<br />
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<i>Yeah, sure </i>. <i>Game's over. You can go with your tail between your legs.</i> I opened the door. He stepped out when I opened the door. I loaded some cases of beer on the dolly and wheeled it to the bar. They were gone. This wouldn't be the first come-on I'd have. Usually patrons get drunk and start saying ridiculous things they'd later regret when sober. I usually forget what I hear at the bar and move on. I was hoping I'd get a call from one of my regular clients before closing time. My phone rings. "It's Mark," the voice said shyly, "we met at the bar this evening."<br />
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"You're the guy with Liz?" I asked to be sure of who it was.<br />
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"Yeah", he answered, "we'd like you to come over for drinks tonight."<br />
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"Is that all?" I asked. Asking a bartender over for drinks is not much of an invitation.<br />
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"We'd...I'd like you to come over and do what we talked about." He wouldn't say that he was inviting me for a hard pounding.<br />
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"Is Liz on board with this?" I asked. Usually heterosexual couples have conditions and reservations.<br />
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"Yeah, she is. She wants to watch." Mark answered.<br />
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"I told her she would have to participate, not watch." I said.<br />
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"Oh," he paused, "hold on". I could hear him talking to Liz. If she refuses, then he can trick with me at the bar while I'm cleaning up.<br />
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"OK", he spoke into the phone, "she's in".<br />
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"By in I take that to mean she has no restrictions?" I asked. I figured they would have some limits and this was a way to figure out what they were.<br />
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"Safe Sex, no barebacking", he replied.<br />
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"BDSM?" I asked.<br />
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"Um, " he stammered, "we do light kink. No pain, watersports, stuff like that".<br />
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"Do you have toys?" This was a way to get more specifics.<br />
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"We have hand and wrist cuffs, some rope, vibrator..." he paused, "things like that".<br />
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"I'll bring my toybag," I answered.<br />
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I did my boy-toy cleanup (enema, shave, shower), added some toys, condoms & a change of clothes in my duffel bag and went to the address Mark gave me. They were in one of the higher floors in a feature-less apartment, almost like an office. Mark showed me in. He explained this was a company apartment for when Liz does her Art Director job in the area. He is her PA. <br />
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Mark went into the kitchen to make some drinks. I sat on the couch with Liz and she explained their relationship. "I hired him for the PA job a few years ago," she explained. "It's a regular job but he accompanies me to wherever I travel and is with me all the time."<br />
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"So, " I was slightly curious, "it's just business between you and Mark?"<br />
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"No", she answered with a show of pride, "he's my slave, you understand?"<br />
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"Yes," I replied even more curious, "I think so."<br />
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"He subs to me completely in the bedroom. When we're out in public, he sets my schedule and takes me places."<br />
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"So," I tried to get her to the point, "what do you want from me?"<br />
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"I want him to experience forced-bi. He's accepted strap-on and a dildo down his throat." She looked at my expression to see if I would not approve. I smiled. "Now I want him to have the real thing."<br />
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Mark, now stripped to his boxer shorts, returned with drinks. He knelt facing Liz's boots. "Lick them," she directed him. He began kissing her boots. After a few minutes, she pulled him up by his ears. She placed a leather collar around his neck and tightened the buckle. She atatched a leash to the collar. "Hands", she ordered him. He stretched his arms toward her and she tightened leather shackles to his wrists. <br />
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"Put these on your feet", she handed him the ankle cuffs. He secured them. She tugged on the leash, "Kneel" she commanded him, "hands behind your back". She used the small hogtie chain set to secure his wrists to his ankles. She pulled a purple dildo out and said, "open". He opened his mouth and she slid the device into his throat. <br />
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"You see, " she turned to me, "he's a good cocksucker!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05868637377608995460noreply@blogger.com0