---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 03:55:26 GMT From: "Lisa J. Weston" <ljweston@cris.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: First try part II DISCLAIMER READ BEFORE PROCEEDING This story contains graphical descriptions of consensual sex. It is graphic (I hope) and not for viewing by anyone other than adults. If sex offends you, or if physical restraint offends you, or if sex between consenting women offends you, or if dominance and submission offends you, then don’t read this. If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. Part II. September 12, 1996: Then one night when I got home from school I walked into the kitchen - as I always do. On the counter I saw my red yarn wrist band, and one a little longer. It was obvious where this was supposed to be worn. Instantly I was aroused. I knew what Amy wanted. I was supposed to take my clothes off, right here, and put these on. Before this had started, Amy and I had made love. And before that she had seen me naked on several occasions. But I had never, in my life, felt as naked as I felt with this new twist on our relationship. I felt self-conscious in my nakedness, and that feeling was intensely arousing. I stripped right there leaving my clothes and back pack on the floor. I put the band around my wrist, and then I took the second one and put it around my neck. It fit perfectly, and, if it was possible, it made me feel even more naked than I had moments before. Amy had never used this approach before, and deep within I knew that tonight was a turning point. I hesitated only a moment before I walked into the family room. Amy was sitting in her usual spot on the couch. She was in her robe and was also wearing socks. She looked at me and told me to sit down - on the floor in front of her. She told me to take her socks off. She knew my fetish. And I reached up and slowly pulled each sock off, baring her feet. She told me to pleasure her feet. And I did. I could have done that for hours for her. Rubbing her bare feet, running my fingers between her toes, over her heel, her ankles, up her calves. I was aching to feel my own touch, and I slowly moved one hand away from Amy’s feet towards my need. She instantly told me “no”, so I returned to what I was doing. As much as I enjoyed doing this, I could tell that she, too, enjoyed this touch. I bent and I kissed each of her toes. The tops, the bottoms. I kissed her sole, her instep, her heel. I ran my lips over every square inch of her feet. They were sweet, fresh, like Shawn’s always were. Even with what I was doing I could begin to make out the faint but familiar smell of my own arousal. Or was it hers? Maybe it was both of us. Hard to tell. Her robe covered her completely. Finally she spoke again. She told me she had some new toys. I jerked a little. Excitement and apprehension. I had no idea what she had in store for me - or did I? She motioned for me to come to her. So I released her beautiful feet, got up on my knees, and moved right up to the couch. From her robe pocket she pulled out something. It was an anal plug. I had one of my own - and loved it. But this one was bigger. Scary in a way. She held it in front of me and asked me if I knew what it was. I could only nod my head. ‘Where does it go?” “Inside me.” “Where inside you?” “In my rear.” She held it right in front of my mouth. “Lick it, Lisa. Get it very wet.” She kind of rolled it around as she held it in front of me. I licked it and actually drooled on it to get it wet. I was squirming, knowing where this hardness and my wetness would soon be nestled. The she told me turn around and get down on my hands and knees. So I turned, already on my knees, and dropped to my hands. My backside was to her, and I became yet more aware of my nakedness as my privacy was now displayed before her. Then I felt her hands on my skin. My cheeks. Damn they felt good. Her fingers were soft, cool. And I could feel everything as she spread me open, exposing my most private spot. And she was slow, deliberate. She held my cheeks far apart for what seemed a small eternity. And I could feel her eyes staring at me - at my special privacy. And then I felt it. She had released one side, and I felt the hardness of what I had just tasted. She pressed the tip against my opening. I couldn’t help it. I pushed back against her. She commented on my eagerness. “In the future, Lisa, I will have you begging for this. Now put it in.” She was going to make me insert it myself - while she watched! I took it from her, holding myself up on one arm. I reached back. I could feel her watching me, and I touched the hard plastic to myself. It felt so good. How often had I touched myself there, or inserted my own toys there, or even more. But this one was bigger. Not a lot, but bigger than mine. And mine made me feel so full. I pressed, but it didn’t want to seem to go. I wiggled it around, but no go. I had to bring it around, drool heavily on my finger, and spread it around the tip - all while Amy watched me. I had no clue why I was doing this. I had never done this in front of anyone - ever. This particular little pass time was a secret even from Shawn. She knew I was anal, but I never mentioned I had toys for the purpose. When I had it sufficiently wet, I brought it back behind me, and the tip slid in. It was so intense to feel the penetration - with Amy seeing me. My eyes closed, and I slowly twisted it and pushed it back and forth, going deeper each time. It seemed like I couldn’t get it all the way in. I was stretched so far it almost hurt. And then Amy told me to keep going. I worked it some more. Twisted it, pulled it out, pushed it in. I kept that up, and then finally I felt it slip, and I closed around the tapered base. It was in. I couldn’t help it, I moaned out loud when it hit home. My hand fell to the floor to help support me, and I hung my head loosely. Amy told me I was a good girl - and to stay put. She walked around in front of me. Her bare feet inches below my face. Her robe still on. She squatted down and lifted my chin with her finger. “Lisa, tell me.” And that’s all she said. “Tell you what,” I asked. “No, Lisa. You don’t ask questions. You do as I tell you. Now - tell me.” I knew. Somewhere in here I had moved into a totally lust crazed state. She owned me. I had known that from the first time she made me masturbate for her. From that moment I had been waiting for this one. I wasn’t sure if she knew it or not, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I was truly hers - in any way she wanted. But I wanted to be sure - sure that she wanted the same thing. Was this as new to her as it was to me? “Anything”. I said. “Whatever you want from me.” “I want a lot, Lisa. And you’re going to give it to me.” And these words came out automatically, “I know.” “Follow me, like you are now.” And she walked around the room. The carpet was hot on my knees and toes as they dragged. The plug inside me was causing an unbelievable pressure, and my crotch was already screaming for touch and release. Amy knew that, and she stopped and again lifted my chin. “You will not touch yourself, Lisa. Ever - unless I tell you to. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I said. “And we’ll fix that in a little while.” Then she walked some more. What would she fix? I followed her and followed her. With every movement of my legs, the plug reminded me of my need. I was so full. Bigger than ever before, and the feeling was exquisite. We stopped. “Lisa, what will you do for me?” “Anything,” I said. “Lisa, do you know what you’re saying? I have a very vivid imagination, very dark sometimes. And I suspect some things about you. I am very observant.” That almost sent me over the edge. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Could she really know? “Anything,” I said. “Good. And what will you let me do to you?” “Anything,” I said. “Your word is ‘Chicago’, Lisa, do you understand what that means?” “Yes.” “It means we stop, Lisa. All over.” “I understand.” “Good, then wait right here.” She walked away from me. I was still on my hands and knees. I looked at my sex between my legs. I wanted to touch so badly, but I didn’t know where she was. I didn’t know if she had left the room or not. I could see my bare feet, my toes bent against the floor. I could see my pubic hair, my breasts. And I could feel the fullness in my rear, and the seat of it against my cheeks. “Keep your head down, Lisa. Do not move.” And then I felt something move up the backs of my thighs, over my cheeks, and then over my back. Then it moved all over again. “I spent a lot of money on you, Lisa. I’m going to make sure it was worth it.” I didn’t know for sure what I was feeling. It was light, but strong. Soft, pliant. And I knew she was going to hit me. I had read enough, imagined enough. It was a multi ended whip, and I knew that when she pulled it away from me, I was going to feel it in a much harsher way. And I was afraid. Then it happened. It pulled away, and I braced myself as best I could, then it hit my rear. It was sharp, very clear, and it hurt. I tried to be quiet, but I couldn’t. I cried out. “Be quiet, Lisa.” And she did it again. I bit on my lip. Tears formed with the third one. “How do you like that, Lisa?” I just whimpered. I had never felt pain like this. I had also never been so aroused in my life, and now she was hitting me. This was no fantasy. This was no imagination. I was on the floor, naked, a plug in my butt, being whipped. And I couldn’t deny that I liked it. Loved it. She hit me again. Slightly harder. “Lisa.” “Yes,” I cried. “I want you to call me Mistress.” “Yes, Mistress.” I said. And the words in my mouth brought fire between my legs. Then she came around in front of me. My cheeks were on fire. Tears still in my eyes. She moved until her feet were just under my face. “Drool on my feet and toes, Lisa.” It was hard for me to work up moisture, but I did it. And I let it run from my mouth onto her feet. “More, Lisa.” And I did, but it was hard. My mouth was dry from her whipping. But more flowed, and I let this fall on her other foot. “Lick it all off, Lisa. Pretend it’s a man’s sperm. I want to hear you slurp.” Just the thought was enough to drive me even deeper into my own lust. I bent, I loved her feet, and she loved having me love them. I extended my tongue and began to lick up the small mess I had made. But I savored every drop of my own drool as though it really were a man’s seed. “Lisa, look up here.” I did. She was there, in her robe, beautiful. “You do that very well. Would you like it to be a man’s sperm?” I nodded my head. The pain was instantaneous. Harder than any of the blows she had delivered yet. It crashed across my buttocks and my lower back, twice. For the first time she was harsh, angry. She raised her voice - almost yelling. “Don’t you ever nod your head at me. You answer me, and you always answer me in a complete sentence, with my name. Do you understand?” The two blows had taken my breath away, but I saw her arm going up again, and I wanted to avoid another one. “Yes, Mistress. I understand.” “Good. Now, I asked you if you would like that.” “Yes, Mistress. I would like that.” “Like what?” She was going to make me say even this. “I would like to lick a man’s sperm off your bare feet, Mistress.” “You will, Lisa. Not tonight. But you will.” I knew I was going to orgasm without even being touched if this went on much longer. This was beyond anything I had imagined. The sensations, even the horrible pain, were so intense. I was drifting further and further into a crazed state where sex was all that mattered. I was so horny at this point I would have masturbated naked in the middle of the busiest intersection in the city. And Amy knew it. “Are you horny, Lisa.” “Yes, Mistress.” “What do you want to do, Lisa.” “I want to play with myself, Mistress.” “No, Lisa. You may not.” I was still on my hands and knees. Amy started walking around me again, dragging the whip around on my skin. She even pulled it down across the sides and bottoms of my own bare feet. Then she came around to my side and she reached the handle of her whip up under me against my pubic hair. I thrust my hips forward. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I desperately wanted, needed to be touched. And the instant I moved she pulled it away and the pain hit again. How she could turn it and bring it down on my buttocks again so fast was beyond me. “Don’t do that again, Lisa.” And again she moved the handle across my belly through my pubic hair. Then up over my breasts. Oh how wonderful that felt. I know I whimpered when the leather touched my breasts and rock hard nipples. “Kneel up straight, Lisa, and keep your hands at your sides.” I did. I straightened. Amy had never looked so beautiful. Still in her robe, her feet bare, the whip in her hand. It had a leather handle, flexible, yet stiff, and about six or eight leather thongs. As I was kneeling there she dangled the thongs through my hair, over my face, and then over my breasts. She ran them back and forth, and then lightening fast she struck. This time it was sharp, anguishing. I cried out again. My breasts had never stung like they did now. “Be quiet, Lisa.” And she did it again. I bit on my lip, afraid I would draw my own blood. The tears came again. Not crying, but my eyes filled. My fingers dug into the outsides of my thighs. “Lisa,” she said. And then quiet. And she began to walk around me again. Slow. Deliberate. The leather pain dangling from her hand. She ended up behind me, and stood there, quietly. “Lisa, I know you love Shawn. I know I really like my boyfriend. And I know you want a man, too. Is all of that right?” “Yes.” And then it hit again, right across my very sore buttocks. Hot, painful. Unprepared I screamed out again. “What?” she shouted at me. “Yes, Mistress.” “Don’t forget again, Lisa.” “I won’t forget, Mistress.” “I know how you feel. But I am going to take you to sexual places and make you feel sexual things that you have never even imagined. This is just as new to me, Lisa. But I like it. And I am going to make you like it.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Lisa, how often do you masturbate?” “At least everyday, Mistress.” “Ever more?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Ever at work?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Where?” “In the restroom, Mistress.” “Anyplace else at work?” “Yes, Mistress. The storage locker.” “Hmmm. A full fledged obsessive masturbator. Super. We’ll talk about that a lot more later. I am going to really enjoy this trait in you. Down on your hands and knees again.” “Yes, Mistress.” If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 03:55:55 GMT From: "Lisa J. Weston" <ljweston@cris.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: First try Part III DISCLAIMER READ BEFORE PROCEEDING This story contains graphical descriptions of consensual sex. It is graphic (I hope) and not for viewing by anyone other than adults. If sex offends you, or if physical restraint offends you, or if sex between consenting women offends you, or if dominance and submission offends you, then don’t read this. If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. Part III. And then she took hold, just barely, of the yarn around my neck and began to lead me. As soon as I was moving she let go, and then trailed the thongs across my buttocks again. They were so sore that even this contact was a vivid reminder of what she could do. Constantly playing the leather over my backside she took me to her bedroom. A candle was already burning. She had really planned this, and she had counted on my response. I had to give her credit. She had read me like a book. When we got into her room she closed the door behind us, and then once again started her walk around me. This time when she got behind me she tapped the flat side of my plug with the stiffness of the whip. I jerked. It felt so good. Only with nature had I ever felt so full as I did now, and the feeling was sensational. She tapped it. Over, and over, and over. And once more my body was on the very verge of climax without any direct stimulation. My hips bucked involuntarily. And as they did she reminded me once again that such movements were not tolerated. This one came across the bottoms of my bare feet. It burned, I howled. “Shut up, Lisa” And again, and again. Tears dropped from my eyes even when she stopped. I was really crying from the pain. The bottoms of my feet felt like they were on fire. “I know how much you like your feet touched, Lisa. You touch them yourself. You have a fetish for them. I know that, too. I just figured they would be a good place to remind you.” “Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered. She walked around me a couple of more times. My feet were almost as sexual to me as other more strategic parts of my body, and they were screaming right now. My head hung, my hair almost touching the floor. My crotch had never ached as much as it did now. I never knew I could want to climax as badly as I did right now. Then Amy grabbed my hair. Not really roughly. It didn’t hurt. And she led me towards the bed. “Up,” was all she said. “Yes, Mistress.” And I got up on the bed. Not having been told, I got in the same position, on my hands and knees. My feet were beginning to feel relief. “Lie down, Lisa. On your back.” “Yes, Mistress.” No way would I ever forget again to answer her. And I lay down, my head on the pillow, my legs out straight. “Lisa, you said you would let me do anything. Is that right?” What in the world did she have in mind? “Yes, Mistress.” And then she walked to the head of the bed, bent down, and she came back with a rope in her hand. She took my wrist and tied it, and then began walking to the other side of the bed. I was really frightened. My *word* came to mind, and I was on the verge of saying it. And then she was at the other front corner, bent down, and came back with another rope. “You are going to beg me, Lisa.” “Please, Mistress.” Was all I could say. “Please what, Lisa?” And I broke. “I’m scared, Mistress.” And she looked at me. Just stared for a moment. “Good. You want out, you know how to do it. Otherwise, be very clear on this. Your body is mine. You are my naked slut, Lisa. You love it, and you know it. The dirtier, the kinkier the better. And I am going to make you get very dirty and very kinky for me. And I am also going to make you beg. Later, on some other nights, I will take you to new places. To the dirty places you want to go, and to places I want to take you. You will suck cock, you will fuck. You will service me in ways you can’t even imagine. And I will make you do things that pale with what you have done alone - and I know exactly what those things are. Like I said, I am very observant. Your choice.” And she just looked at me. What did she mean? What did she know? I was terrified. And yet I couldn’t deny that I was more aroused than I ever had been on my life. She was about to tie my other hand. At that point I would be helpless. She could literally torture me to death if she wanted, and I couldn’t stop her. And she seemed to know all my secrets. But at anther level I knew that she could also unleash in me more perverted pleasure than I had ever experienced. And that won. “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” And she tied my other wrist. I could move my arms a little but not much. My whole body was now involved in the same scream for the release my crotch wanted. My legs were together, and I was just starting to rub them when Amy slapped me across the face. “Stop that, Lisa. You are not going to come until I am ready for you to come. Do you understand that?” And she ended her question with another slap to my face. That really stung. “Yes, Mistress.” I was starting to cry. And then she was at the foot of the bed. A rope came from the corner. She had obviously planned all of this. These ropes were apparently tied to the bed frame underneath, and she had them ready for me. She took one of my feet and tied the rope around it. I worried about that. I was so hot, so turned on, that I was perspiring, and when that happened, I became very self conscious of certain body parts. Lying here in pain, more sexually aroused than I ever had been, I was worried that she would smell my feet. Then she moved to the last corner, and she tied my foot. My legs were about three feet apart. I could move a little. The ropes weren’t tight, but I could not put my legs together, I could not put my hands together, and I could not touch any part of myself. With her fingers Amy reached up and pushed slightly on the plug in my rear. I moaned. “You like that, huh?” I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I tried to answer, but I wasn’t fast enough. She slapped me. “What did you say, slut?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Yes Mistress what?” “Yes, Mistress. I like that.” “You like what?” “I like it when you play with the plug that’s in me, Mistress.” “I know. And that plug is only the beginning.” As aroused as I was, it kept growing. My cheeks hurt from her whip. My feet still hurt, but not as much. My face stung from her slap. So often I had fantasized about being dominated, maybe even a little physical discipline, but this went far beyond any fantasy I had ever imagined. Amy had inflicted real pain. I have a really high tolerance for pain, but she was pushing that limit and beyond. And I was getting more and more turned on by the second. Then she moved. I saw it. She had the whip in her hands again. She stood by the side of the bed, where I could see her. And then as fast as lightening the whip struck against my feet. I screamed. “Shut up, Lisa.” And she did it three more times. I was actually crying now. Real tears, real sobs. I thought about our *word*. I was close. This had to stop. Aroused or not, she was hurting me. “I’m glad we understand each other. There’s something really personal to you about hurting your feet, isn’t there?” “Yes, Mistress.” I was sobbing. Trying to stop. Tears were running down my cheeks. “I love fetishes.” “You must have more.” No. Please don’t make me tell you. I can’t. Please. But she spoke. “We’ll find all of them together, Lisa. I have a pretty good idea. But we’ll find them together. All of them, slut.” “Yes, Mistress.” Then she sat down on the bed. She ran the whip lightly over my chest. From my neck to my pubic hair. Over my breasts. Dragging it across my hard, sore nipples. Slowly, around, back and forth, up and down. It felt so good. Then she bent and she kissed me. She took my upper lip between hers for just a moment. Then her mouth, soft, warm, was on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth. Scraped my teeth, and then found mine. I moaned, whimpered. I kissed her back. My passion took over, and I kissed her hard, long, wet. My tongue was frantic against hers. I tried to reach all the way into her stomach. She pulled back. Smiled. I wanted her so badly. Then she stood up. She smiled at me again and reached for the tie around her waist. Never had I been so excited at the thought of seeing another human being without clothes as I was at this instant. The tie came loose, and in one long, beautiful moment she let the robe fall to the floor. She stood there. Naked. Still. Knowing full well the impact her nakedness was having on me. I bucked my hips. I stared. I grunted as I moved. I must have looked like a slut bitch in heat. And that’s exactly what I was. She climbed back on the bed, bent over me, and kissed me again. I was like an animal. I could have devoured her if she let me. Then she got up. She stood and placed one foot on each side of me. I looked up at her. She towered above me. My eyes focused on her crotch. Her pubic hair, her glorious sex, I could see her. Just inches away from me. I had to have her. The she turned around. Her backside was beautiful. She lowered herself, down to her hands and knees. Her feet passed my face and went back. She looked back. “Suck my ass, Lisa.” And before I could answer she lowered her backside to me. She was clean, but the odor was distinct. And I opened my mouth without reservation and went after her. Instantly I pushed my tongue against her opening. She half grunted and half cried out. She must have liked it. I worked her opening as best I could. I was relentless with her. She hissed. I even was able to push my tongue slightly into her opening, and she cried out my name when I did. And then all of a sudden she pushed back against me really hard, and her breathing gave her away. She was orgasming. And I went after her mercilessly. I licked, sucked, pushed. Everything I could to make this forbidden act pleasurable for her. And as soon as it started, she was through. I’ve had those. Build fast, come hard, over quick. Fabulous. And just as quickly she was turning around. She straddled my face. “Do me, Lisa”. And she lowered to my mouth. She was wet. So much wetter than I ever get. I could smell her arousal. It was unbelievable. She must have been building this whole time just like I was. Her hands were on the tops of her thighs, I could feel her legs against my face, and the warmth and wetness of her sex was intoxicating. I knew from experience that she liked to have her clit loved, and also her vagina penetrated with my tongue. She slid around, thus guiding what I was doing to her. And in just a couple of minutes she grabbed my hair, and I could feel her orgasm. Her thighs clutched at my head. Her hands and arms were rigid against me. Her breathing came in gasps that matched her climax. She tasted so strong, so alive. And I wanted to feel the same thing. I wanted to feel my own climax. I was desperate to come. And as her pleasure subsided she shifted just slightly. “Keep doing me, Lisa.” And I did. I would have done that forever to her. I could only imagine how good she was feeling. And no sooner did I renew my efforts that she stiffened again, this time even harder. And she grunted once and pushed against my eager mouth. Her whole pelvis jerked, obviously in sync with her contractions. I ate her relentlessly, and then she eased off my face. I tried to follow her, but she smiled down at me. When she was again kneeling next to me she bent and kissed me lightly. ‘Don’t move, Lisa.” “Yes, Mistress.” And then she began untying the ropes that held me. With each one she reminded me to remain still. And when the final one was removed she knelt next to me again. Then she smiled down at me. “Masturbate for me, Lisa.” I needed no further encouragement. “Yes, Mistress.” And both hands flew to my crotch. My finger sought its target, my clitoris which was aching for touch. My other hand worked back up to my breasts. I caressed each breast with my left hand as my finger brought me almost instantly to what I wanted, needed. I whimpered as my climax approached me. So powerful. My whole body hardened just before the first spasm rocketed through me. I thought my muscles would tear as they tightened and tightened. And then release. Wave after wave. It was so strong, so wonderful it almost hurt. My muscles jerked and rocked me. I bit my lower lip almost cutting myself. But the feeling was pure ecstasy. I had never climaxed like this. I was a wild woman, rubbing myself like the wanton slut that I was at that moment. My mind reeled with the memories of what I had endured to get this. And I still loved every moment of it. And I further And as the spasms died down, a second release came on its heels. This one less powerful, but more relaxing - longer, sweeter. I looked up at Mistress. At that moment I loved her. And I rubbed myself through my orgasm as she watched me intently. As it eased I slowly pulled my fingers from myself. “Lick them, Lisa.” “Yes, Mistress.” And I needed no urging to push my wet fingers into my mouth. To taste myself. She smiled at me and lay down next to me. She stroked my face. “You’ll make an excellent slave, Lisa. Now, go to sleep.” And then I awoke. It was morning. Amy was standing next to me, dressed. She bent and kissed my eyelids, my ears, my nose, and then my mouth. She eased her tongue between my lips and I took it so willingly. “Come on, Lisa.” And I got up, naked, and followed her. The plug still inside me, re-awakening all of the urgency I had felt the night before. We walked together, her dressed, me not, into the kitchen. She pointed at my clothes and I picked them up and then carried them to my room following her. She kissed me again. “See you later, Lisa.” I smiled, kind of nodded, and answered her. “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled again. “You’re learning.” And then she walked away. If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 03:56:39 GMT From: "Lisa J. Weston" <ljweston@cris.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: First Try Part IV DISCLAIMER READ BEFORE PROCEEDING This story contains graphical descriptions of consensual sex. It is graphic (I hope) and not for viewing by anyone other than adults. If sex offends you, or if physical restraint offends you, or if sex between consenting women offends you, or if dominance and submission offends you, then don’t read this. If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. Part IV. September 30, 1996: It was pretty usual for Amy and I to go out to dinner together on Sunday evening. Sunday was my normal day to spend alone doing homework, and then later she and I would hit the buffet together. This Sunday appeared to be no different. We headed out right after Outer Limits at 7:00. But when we set our ticket down on our table, instead of heading straight for the food, Amy came up to me and handed me a small paper bag. “Go into the bathroom, get completely naked, then put your bra, panties, and socks in this bag. Then get dressed and come back out.” We had made love several times during the past two weeks, but there had been no repeat of the encounter we had had two weeks prior. I knew that had just changed, and I was immediately aroused. “Yes, Mistress.” And I took the bag and began walking. Before I had moved two steps she called me softly. “Lisa.” And I walked back to her. She spoke to me so that no one else would hear. “Don’t touch yourself.” “Yes, Mistress.” I headed for the women’s room. She had told me to get completely naked. I would be standing in a stall, in a restroom where there could easily be other women. To take off what she wanted I had no choice but to undress completely. If anyone else was in there, they would know precisely what I was doing when they saw my jeans, panties, and socks come off. My bra was no big deal - in more ways than one! My sweatshirt would hide its absence. But for that slight moment I would be naked, and if anyone else was in there, they would know I was removing clothing. I walked in and was relieved that I was all alone. I went into a stall - there were two - and undressed as rapidly as I could. The floor was cool and tempting to my bare feet. The feeling of being naked in there was overwhelming, and it was all I could do to not reach between my legs and take advantage of the situation I had just created for myself. But Amy would know. So I quickly pulled my jeans back on, put my shoes back on my bare feet, and then pulled my sweatshirt back over my head. I stuffed my under clothing into the small bag she had given me and walked back to our table. “Did you touch yourself, Lisa?” “No, Mistress.” “Were you completely naked, Lisa?” “Yes, Mistress.” And then we ate. She was instantly back to her normal self as we ate and talked. But I knew it wasn’t going to last. I knew that tonight I would again be her slave. And my body was already aching for the experience. The anticipation during the short drive home was almost killing me. Every place her discipline had touched me last time was instantly awake as I remembered the sting of her correction. Just as alive was the screaming arousal I had felt at the same time. Amy closed and locked the front door behind us. “Take your clothes off, Lisa.” “Yes, Mistress.” I undressed as she watched. Her eyes burned into my body, making me again feel the hopeless vulnerability of my nakedness in front of her. “Put your hands behind your back, Lisa.” “Yes, Mistress.” And I felt the rope bind may wrists. Not hard, not painful. Loose in fact. “Wait here.” “Yes, Mistress.” And she walked off. Effortlessly I could have freed myself. She knew that. But she would also know I had done it. So I stood there, naked, my heart pounding, my crotch burning, and I waited. I must have stood there like that for about a half hour. When she came back I was ready to beg for the chance to love her. She was again in her robe. Socks on her feet. In one hand was a leather collar. In the other was the whip. Even more than moments before my body reminded me of how that whip had felt. Contrary to popular myths, pain does indeed bear a memory. It hurt - almost unbearably. But my arousal and pleasure had climbed just as high and just as quickly as the pain. That is the memory that won. She walked to me and slowly, deliberately moved the collar to my neck. She moved behind me and fastened it, being careful that it was not too tight. Then from the pocket of her robe, more humiliation than I ever would have imagined. A leash. A dog leash. Just as the collar was a dog’s collar. She clipped the metal fastener of the leash into the collar, and let the leather lie against my naked body, hanging down over my breasts all the way to my knees. She moved behind me and began to undo the rope on my wrists. “What will you do for me, Lisa.” “Anything, Mistress.” “Lisa, what will you do for me sexually?” “Anything, Mistress.” “I know all about you, Lisa.” She couldn’t. How could she? Please, I thought, you can’t know that. “Yes, Mistress.” Then harshly, angrily, she tugged on the leash. “Down on your hands and knees, slut.” It wasn’t the first time she had called me that, but I was finding it was exciting, intense, arousing to hear. I wasn’t prepared for the tug against my neck. I grunted and dropped instantly. It was hard for me to speak, I almost choked. “Yes, Mistress.” Then sweetly again. “Have you played with yourself since last time, Lisa?” “Yes, Mistress.” The pain was instant, horrific, as the whip struck against the bottoms of my bare feet. “Yes, Mistress, what, slut?” “Yes, Mistress.” I was sobbing. Even though I knew where tonight was heading, I was unprepared for the blow. “I have played with myself a lot since last time.” “How often, slut?” “Every day, Mistress. Sometimes more.” “Ever at work, Lisa?” “Yes, Mistress.” “You really like to play with yourself, don’t you, slut?” “Yes, Mistress.” “How much do you like it?” “I love it a lot, Mistress.” “What do you love, slut?” “I love to play with myself, Mistress.” “Keep this in mind, little slut. I am going to take advantage of how much you like to do that. A lot. You think you play with yourself a lot now? Just wait, slut.” “Yes, Mistress.” I had to admit - that thought intrigued me. Weird or not, masturbation was my absolute favorite sexual activity. It had been since I was 12. I think I could probably count on one hand the days I had missed since that age. “Slut, for the rest of the night, you will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. If I give you a command, don’t talk, just do it. If I ask you a question, I demand a complete answer. Do you understand me, slut slave?” “Yes, Mistress.” Then she tugged at the leash, and we walked - well, she walked, I crawled - to her bedroom. When we got there she stopped me in the middle of the room. She walked around me, dragging the leather thongs over my body. Through my hair, over my back, over my ribs, across the backs of my thighs, my calves, and my bare feet. Then she moved in front of me, her feet beneath my head, her robe touching my hair, the whip settled softly against my back. “Take my socks off, slut.” “Yes, Mistress.” And before it hit I regretted speaking. Then the pain. The whip crashed across my bottom and my lower back, once, twice, three times. I cried out with each blow, screamed almost with the last one. Angrily, “Do you remember your word, bitch?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Good.” Again she hit me. Gagging I cried out, tears rolling from my eyes. The *word* flashed through my mind and was beginning to form in my mouth. “Do you know what you did?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Take my socks off.” Once was enough. No answer from me this time. Just obedience. I reached for her sock and slowly pulled it down to her ankle. She lifted her foot and I rolled the sock off. I repeated this with her other foot, loving every second of this, my body crying in pain, my libido climbing at warp 6. “Like last time. Drool on my feet, slut.” I worked up all the moisture I could. Much more than last time. I let my own saliva drip onto her feet, both of them, and over her toes. I spit as fluidly and as silently as I could. “Pretend it’s sperm. Show me what you would do with sperm all over my feet, Lisa. Pretend you’re licking up cum, Lisa.” I actually wanted that to be the case. Gross as it sounds, I wanted to be licking a man’s seed from Amy’s beautiful feet. I bent, I licked, slurped, relished the imagination that I was cleaning semen from her. “Lick my feet, bitch.” And I did. I licked her everywhere I could reach. Her toes, her insteps, her ankles. “Do you like my feet, Lisa?” “Yes, Mistress.” “I know. Masturbation, bare feet. You’re a fascinating little slut. And your one more really big one. You think it is such a secret. But I know, slut. I know.” How could she? No way could anyone know. My deepest, darkest, most disgusting and humiliating secret. Maybe it was a bluff. But maybe it wasn’t. I continued slurping at her toes, wishing so much that I was cleaning a man’s ejaculate. Actually, anything just to prolong the pleasure of being given access to her feet. But the added pleasure her idea would bring! And as I was doing this Amy was slowly pulling the whip between my cheeks and up over my bare back. The feeling when the thongs actually touched my anus was so wonderful. And she knew very well the effect she was having on me. For every time the leather touched my private spot I gasped and breathed in a little extra hard. “You like being touched there.” “Yes, Mistress.” Oh no. I did it again. I answered when there had been no question. And it slashed down against my butt and my back again. I almost screamed into her feet. “Keep licking my feet, bitch.” And again, and again it struck. Tears flowed from my eyes. It hurt so badly. The pain was sharp, fast, intense. My cheeks burned. But I kept my mouth working on her feet. She knew, as well as I did, that I would willingly do this to her until I could no longer move my mouth - regardless of what else she did to me. The pain subsided. She returned to just caressing me with her toy. It moved all over my naked body. She even let it dangle against my hair and face. Then she stepped back from me. “Sit back, Lisa.” I sat back on my heels. I licked my mouth and then wiped it with my hand trying to not let any moisture stay there. I looked up. Amy was smiling at me. And she was looking at me. Her eyes moving over every exposed square inch of my nakedness. “Lisa. Tell me about Shawn.” I was almost shocked at the first words that came out of my mouth. “I love her, Mistress.” “I know you do. I’m happy for you.” And I almost started to speak. But I saw Amy’s eyes narrow slightly just as my mouth opened, and I caught myself just in time. As I relaxed, she did too. “You enjoy men, too?” “Yes, Mistress.” “No one else ever has to know about this, Lisa. This is just between us. Is that how you want this?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Just to be very clear, Lisa. You are my little slut. My slave. Do you understand that, bitch?” Every time she spoke I became more and more aroused. My legs were jerking. Imperceptibly, but they were jerking. Jerking with the urgency that existed between them. I had always wanted this, but I never knew how much until it actually happened. “Yes, Mistress.” “Your relationship with Shawn is fine. You can have a boyfriend, too. But other than that, your naked body is mine to do with as I want - whenever I want. And you will obey me and do everything I tell you. Is that clear?” I could only wonder what she had in mind for me. I craved this. My whole sexual self was more alive than it ever had been before. “Yes, Mistress.” “I know your dirty secret, Lisa. And I will make you live it - right in front of me. Do you understand that, slut?” How could she know? No way. But the thoughts of what I had done alone, and that she somehow knew, were overpowering. And then the threat or thought of her being witness to my own dark pleasures. “Yes, Mistress.” The leash was still on the floor, dangling from my collar. It touched my nipple, and the feeling was sheer delight. I did indeed feel like her pet, her slave, her slut. I was hers. “Stand up, slut.” And I did, The leash now hung down my front, between my breasts. She pointed to it. “Hand it to me.” I took the end of the leash and offered it my mistress. She took it, held it in her hand down at her side. There I was. Totally naked. Barefoot. My own arousal so peaked I could smell it. My crotch aching for the relief of any touch. Connected to my beautiful robed mistress - by a collar and leash. She led me around her bedroom. We walked around and around, me on the leash. Every now and then she would wiggle it, much as one would shake a dog’s leash. And then she pulled it harshly, changing path and heading for her bed. “Come, little fuck slut.” “Tell me, slut, how much you like to play with yourself. Tell me.” And the whip struck across my breasts and abdomen. “Mistress, I love it. I love to play with myself, Mistress.” “More!” She screamed, and the whip stung me again, this time across the fronts of my thighs. “I love to play with myself, Mistress. I love to take off all of my clothes and play with myself.” “Stand on the bed.” I immediately got up there. I stood, facing her. My thighs now bore the marks of the strap. “Hold your bare foot up here.” And she sort of pointed to a point in the air. I placed one hand against the wall and lifted my bare foot towards her. “Ask me to whip your foot, slave.” I couldn’t imagine. She was going to whip the top of my foot, and she was making me ask her to do it. I started to cry, barely. “Whip my bare foot, Mistress, please.” And she needed no second invitation. Now I could see the entire travel of the instrument. I winced before it hit, and the pain was sudden, sharp, agonizing. “Ask me again, slut.” “Please, Mistress, do it again.” And she did. Then over and over. “The other one, whore.” I lowered my foot. I was afraid it would be bleeding, but I looked. It wasn’t. I raised my other foot. “Lisa!” ‘Please, Mistress. Whip it.” And she did. Once, twice, a third time. I was crying. This hurt so badly, and why there? “Stand up, slut.” I stood there, my hands back down at my sides. The tops of my feet burned with her punishment. “Look at your feet, slut.” I looked down. They were red. Crimson red. I could see marks, but not clearly. And they burned. “I like punishing your fetishes, little slave. Now, don’t you dare move.” If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 03:56:53 GMT From: "Lisa J. Weston" <ljweston@cris.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: First Try Part V DISCLAIMER READ BEFORE PROCEEDING This story contains graphical descriptions of consensual sex. It is graphic (I hope) and not for viewing by anyone other than adults. If sex offends you, or if physical restraint offends you, or if sex between consenting women offends you, or if dominance and submission offends you, then don’t read this. If you have comments on this - I will probably listen. If you’re offended - then why did you read after I warned you? Anyway - write to me with your thoughts. Thank you. Part V. So I stood there, Naked, my tears drying on my face. My hands begging to move to my clitoris. Actually to anywhere between my legs. My breasts still stung from the blow there. My backside was just beginning to show relief from her blows. Amy walked around the bed. Like I said, I had been naked in front of her many times. But I could sense she was examining me. I could feel her eyes scan my entire body, from my hair to my toes. “Get a finger really wet and stick it up your butt, slut slave.” I moved the middle finger of my left hand to my mouth. I had done this before. Not everyday, but often enough. I got it wet, slick, actually dripping wet. I moved it to my backside. I had to twist slightly. This wasn’t actually a conducive position to penetrate my own rectum. I shuddered slightly when my finger touched my opening and began probing. “You little slut. You love everything, don’t you.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Lisa …” And she paused for a second. “I never dreamed how perfect a slave you would make. You are better than I had ever imagined. I am going to make you do so many things. Humiliating things.” I shuddered again, and she smiled. Amy was no dummy. She knew exactly the effect her actions and words had on me, and I am quite sure she chooses her words very carefully - to get the full impact. My finger was now fully inserted, and I was bent and twisted a little to keep it there. ‘Tell me again, slut, how much you enjoy playing with yourself.” “I love it, Mistress. I love to play with myself, as much as I can.” “Do you ever finger yourself like you are now, slut?” “Yes, Mistress. A lot.” She laughed softly, a smirk on her face. “I know. I know you are very interested in that part of your anatomy, aren’t you, slut?” She did know. At least it seemed so. But how could she. I almost cried as I answered. “Yes, Mistress.” “Your secret is safe, little slut.” I was still on the verge of crying. A finger up my backside, edging me ever closer to explosive pleasure, and my own dignity draining as the reality of Amy’s awareness hit me. “Stop, Lisa. Stand up straight.” I pulled the finger from behind me. It was always uncomfortable to pull my finger or my toy out. I tried to avoid looking at it, but I did. And she saw me. “What do you see, slave?” “My finger, Mistress.” I screamed. The whip hit me right on my pubic hair and lower stomach. Then again, same spot, only my thighs screeched out on this one, also. “I know that, slut. What else?” “It’s clean, Mistress.” I was almost sobbing, but forcing not to. If she hit me again, especially like that, I knew I would cave. She came right up to me. Then she reached out. Her fingers, cool, soft, loving, stroked the top of my left foot. Then the right. Then back. “sit down, Lisa. Cross your legs facing me.” And as she spoke the pulled gently on my leash. I sat, my legs crossed. My feet still burning with their pain, my thighs and stomach scorched with her whip. She reached to me and ran her fingers all over my right foot. It felt so good. “See, little slut. I can bring pleasure, too. But you have to earn pleasure. And it is very expensive. You also have to beg for it. Are you willing to beg, slut.” “Yes, Mistress.” “And are you ready to pay for pleasure - with your body and your total submission?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Tell me you little slut. Tell me what you WON’T do for me.” “Nothing, Mistress.” “Do you know what you’re saying?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Lie down like before.” I lay back on the bed, the leash lying between my breasts and between my legs. And as before, Amy walked around the bed tying each of my hands and legs, but tighter this time. I could move each, but only a few inches. My legs were spread. I could apply no pressure or friction to my aching, and very needful, crotch. This time there was no plug in my rectum providing at least some pleasure there. Amy was standing where she had before. I could see her plainly, looking at my helpless nakedness, my face streaked with dried tears, my crotch open and exposed to her gaze. She set the whip down on my stomach and breasts. Right before my eyes was her instrument. Then she stepped back and stared some more. And then as fast as lightening she picked it up. I saw it move high in the air, and I cringed, knowing I would feel it, but not knowing where. It came down right across my middle. It burned into my pubic hair, my stomach, my thighs. I cried out. “Shut up, cunt.” Her language got harsher and harsher, and my own arousal soared, as did the pain. Again. And I cried out again. My *word* coming to mind. This hurt so bad. Then against the bottoms of my feet and toes. White hot pain raced from the bottoms of my feet to my head. Why did she do that to me there. Then she looked right into my eyes. I know she was looking for any sign that I was going to call a stop to this. And believe me, I was close. My body jerked up into the air as the whip found its mark on my bare feet yet again. I cried out another time, now almost screaming. And then as fast as she had whipped me, she bent and kissed my mouth. Softly, sweetly, as a lover would. I was crying, sobbing. Wracked with pain. And she stepped back. Slowly, as before, she untied her robe. AS it opened I could see she was not naked beneath. She wore a lace bra and panties. She was going to tease me. She knew full well the impact her body had on me, and she was going to tease me with my own desire to see her nakedness. She let the robe fall to the floor, and she stood there with her mischievous smile, in lace bra and panties, knowing how frustrated I was t not being able to see her nakedness. “I bought these just for this moment, Lisa. I wish you could see your face. It’s priceless. You must want something so badly. Is that right, slut?” “Yes, Mistress.” “What do you want, slut slave?” “I want your body, Mistress. Naked. I want to play with myself, Mistress.” “You’ll get my body. I haven’t decided if I am going to let you play with yourself or not. What will you do to get me to let you masturbate, slut.” “Anything, Mistress.” “We’ll see.” Then she began walking around the room. Not strutting. Just walking. Then she came near me and ran her hands over her covered breasts. She ran them over her stomach and across her panty covered mound. I was literally bucking my hips in the air. Not inches, just barely perceptibly. But enough that she could see. “You are in a state, little slut.” Then she got up on the bed, sitting, facing me by my knees, her feet next to my face. She lifted one foot and placed it near my mouth. “Lick my foot all over, slut. Love it with your mouth as if it were a cock." She put her foot right at my mouth, and it was easy, exciting for me to lick it. To run my lips over her bare foot. Anything to touch any part of her body. I mouthed her foot, her toes. I used my lips, my tongue. I sucked on each toe and every part of her bare foot I could reach. And while sitting there allowing me to do this to her, she was constantly caressing my pubic hair, inner thighs, and breasts with the thongs of her whip. Without warning she switched feet, and I repeated the same on her other. Lavishing her with any pleasure and attention I could. Suddenly she pulled back. Then she stood up. She looked at me. My whole body. My mouth and face were damp from what I had just done, but I couldn’t use my hands to wipe myself dry - they were bound far too tightly. And then her hand swung. Watching that happen was almost agonizing. I could see the swing of her hand. The thongs of the whip blurred as it hurled through the air. I could it’s target. My feet already ached with previous punishment. But she was merciless. It struck again, and my feet and I both screamed at once. “Shut up, bitch, or I’ll whip the skin off you.” Tears ran yet again. But she didn’t strike. She was pushing me harder and harder, yet she seemed to know perfectly my threshold. She stopped, time and time again, right as our safe word was forming in my mouth. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined that such intense pain would drive me to sexual heights I had never before even thought could exist. The combination of being called her slut, her slave, a bitch. Being hurt, whipped, made to humiliate myself. And knowing that even more humiliation, degradation were in store for me. These all served to make every sexual nerve in my body come alive with never before experienced desire. And somehow she knew. She backed away again and looked, smiled. And as I looked back at her, that feeling of love and devotion crept into me. I felt like I was betraying Shawn, yet, at the same time, fulfilling needs I could have admitted to no one. And then her hands moved behind her, and in a beautiful, revealing move, her lace bra dropped to the floor. She smiled, enjoying how much she was able to arouse me, control me, by revealing what I had seen and touched so often before. She let me stare for what seemed like minutes, and then her hands moved over her breasts, then back up, back down. She was rubbing them while I watched. I squirmed, bounced. Then she moved her hands down her ribs, and let her fingers hook into her lace panties. Slowly she peeled them down her legs, letting em see once more her sex. I bounced and whimpered uncontrollably. “You are one horny little slut, aren’t you, Lisa?” “Yes, Mistress.” Then she slid a finger between her legs, wincing slightly as it must have touched her center. And she moved to me. She pulled the finger under my nose, and the aroma was unmistakable. Then she rubbed herself with the finger several times. And this time she pushed the finger between my lips. I sucked at it madly, tasting her, loving it. Then as before, she stepped up onto the bed, facing my feet. She then got down on her knees, her feet right near my face. She reached back with both hands and spread her luscious cheeks apart. Her rose opening was just inches from my face. Beckoning. I imagined it was throbbing. And she lowered herself. I didn’t need to be told. I went after her anal ring like the wanton bitch I was. I used my lips, my tongue. I even tried to scrape my teeth on her. She whimpered, moaned, even grunted as she ground her backside into my face, and as I literally tried to suck her inside out. At the same time my hips bounced, though I knew she wouldn’t touch me. I knew the only relief I would get would be when she gave me her permission to masturbate. I could feet her body tense. Her feet pressed against my head. She grunted even louder. It was then that I realized she had a hand between her own legs and was fingering herself as I was performing this oral homage to her backside. Then she exploded. She cried out in her pleasure, and I could feel the contractions of her orgasm on my mouth. I could actually feel her muscles moving inside her as they gave her her pleasure. And then she rolled off me. She lay next to me, her face near my knees. Her hands were together between her thighs. Not touching, just clasped together. And as her breathing calmed she spoke. “You sure do know how to make a girl feel good, slut.” And then she got up off the bed. I watched as she walked around the bed and headed for the bathroom. “I’ll be back, slave. Behave yourself, now.” And then she laughed slightly and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Oh no, I thought. She isn’t going to leave me here like this. Last time she at least allowed me to bring myself off. But now she had left, and I was tied far too securely to even think about getting loose. Then I heard the water running, and I knew she was showering. She was leaving me here like this while she showered. I could tell by the change ion the sound when she stepped into the water. She must have stayed in there for fifteen minutes before I heard the water shut off. Finally though, it did. And then I heard her hair dryer! What in the world was she doing? This had to be worse than the pain she had caused. Being left here totally helpless like this, in unbelievable need. But she finally walked back out. She stood there looking at me again, now completely dressed. She was wearing jeans and a blouse, and tennis shoes. Fully dressed, staring at me, while I was tied up and totally naked. She walked over to me standing right at the edge of the bed, and then she bent and kissed me on the mouth. I pushed my tongue out at her as fast as I could - anything for more contact. But she pulled back. Then she walked back to the bathroom. She was gone only a moment. When she came back she was carrying something in her hand, but I couldn’t see what it was - until she was right next to the bed. It was a rubber or plastic penis. Slightly bigger than real life, and it had a base on it. I instantly knew she was going to put it in me. But no. She moved it to my mouth. “Suck it, little slut.” And I went after it like it was the real thing. I moved my mouth up and down. I sucked it, I licked it. I moved my lips on it. “It won’t be long, little bitch, before I have you doing that to the real thing. Would you like that, little cock sucker?” I couldn’t speak, but Nodded and tried anyway. “You’ll get your chance, slut. And much more. But you’ll have to earn it, and pay for it.” Then she pulled it out. I moaned, disappointed. And then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of KY lubricant. She spread it all over the already wet toy. I watched in awe. She was meticulous about it, spreading the goo with her index finger and twirling the toy in her hand. Then she moved it to between my legs, and in one rapid thrust, pushed it all the way into my rectum. I had assumed it was headed for my vagina. “Ahhhh.” It hurt slightly, but caught me totally off guard. “Shut up, slut, or I’ll go back and get the whip. Do you want that?” “No, Mistress.” “OK then. I’ll be back.” And she got up and walked out of the room. I was totally alone on the dark room, tied, naked, a rubber penis in my rectum, and so aroused, and sore, that I didn’t think I would survive without relief. And she had left me here like this! I looked at the clock on her night stand. It was 10:30. We had been home for about two hours. And in that time I had been whipped, humiliated, and made her feel so very good. I moved my head back and just stared at the ceiling. I had to admit, the penis in me felt so good. I had only had anal intercourse a couple of times in my life, and it had always hurt. But the guy doing it had never been patient. Just a selfish stud that wanted the kinkiness of anal sex, and I had been willing enough, and stupid enough, to do it. Now I craved it. I lay there and imagined how it would feel if this were a real penis inside me - with a man - moving it in and out of me, slowly, steadily, deeply. I crooned softly to myself as I could actually feel his body against mine, the hotness, hardness, inside me. Knowing that he would empty himself in me, and that, if I were lucky, I might be able to feel his penis as it exploded, just as I had felt Amy’s muscles as she orgasmed. Knowing your partner was orgasming was one thing. But there is nothing in the world like actually feeling your partner orgasm. Fell her muscles as they contract, knowing exactly what she is feeling, as she is feeling it. And the same with a man. To be able to actually feel his penis throb and jerk with each spasm as he feels it and fills your hand, or vagina, or mouth with his seed. I jerked my hips up to meet the thrusts of my imaginary lover, urging him to plunge deeper inside me. The fullness was sweet, almost a euphoric sensation. It provided little, but noticeable stimulation to my real need. Not enough to satisfy it, rather just enough to keep it alive enough to have me begging for just a few seconds of my own touch. ******************************