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Just a few scribblings to celebrate something that may or may not happen, if
anything here strikes a chord, good, but this is MY story .
Regards
Franco


FIRST SCENE

Scene 1

On the walk from the station I had been rehearsing what I wanted to do with
her this evening.  I felt excited, and slightly scared, as if I sensed the
feelings I had were so powerful that I could get carried away.

'No', I said to myself, 'you're the Top, you're in control, you're going to
MAKE her get carried away! You're going to take her to places she's never
been to before, places she never realised..'

I calmed down as I said this, feeling the blood pumping round my body slow
down, the heat in my groin ebb away, my needs come under my control again.
As this was happening I felt the mask come back on, the slight smile, the
quiet voice, the hearty laugh.  Everyone knew me as the helpful one, the
chatty one, the flirt, understanding, people could talk to me - knowing I
didn't gossip.

Underneath..'oohhh dear', I sighed to myself, looking down, down, inside
myself, past that huge, looming wall I had built, patiently, brick by brick,
over the years.  The wall that served to protect me from.me really.  I didn'
t have any names for that part of me, people always come up with such silly
names, such silliness!!

The best description was in a book I read a few years ago, one of the
charactors called all the different aspects in him a group name, he called
them 'The Black Gang', which rang bells with me!, each member of the gang
had a different name to describe him/her.., Killer, Howl, Gorge, etc.  I
really identified with that.

Since then things have been, if not easier, then at least more
understandable!

Thoughts aside, I come to her door, calm, in control, ready to TAKE control
as my right.  I ring the bell, a short wait and she answers the door,
pleasure to see me obvious on her face, glowing with anticipation, and
excitement? (I hope)

She offers me a drink, something light, like the conversation, but even as
we talk we are both going through the motions, wanting to go straight to the
main event, teasing ourselves with talk about work, friends, likes,
dislikes.  Knowing full well what we'll be doing soon ('very soon' I hear
myself say inside, quivering with anticipation and need)   We have something
to eat, again, like the conversation, the wine and the food become subtle
foreplay.

Her eye keeps drifting down to the bag I have with me, wondering what's in
it. She knows some of the contents, but not all, 'oh no, not all' I say to
myself, smiling inside.

After the meal (I didn't realise how hungry I was !) we start to cuddle, to
kiss slowly, then with greater passion, tongues twining, probing, mouths
heavy with saliva, sliding against each other.  I slide my hands up into her
hair, feeling the silky texture of it, hearing her breathing, then hearing
her breathing change as I grip her hair, tightly, pulling her head back,
exposing her throat.

My mouth goes down to her neck, opening wide, teeth set firmly against her
throat, feeling the pulse beating.  She knows if I wanted to, I could bite
down, hard, feel her blood course out hot against my mouth, feeling her ebb
gently away.  Her breathing changes again, deeper, more excited, I know she'
s thinking about all the things I could do, if I wanted to, helpless to stop
me, in my control, getting off on that, getting wet, getting hot and then
hotter.


Scene 2


She is getting very excited, so I stop.  I stand up, pulling her up with me
by her hair, exciting her even more, eyes wide, partly pulled open by the
tension on her scalp, partly fear/excitement, pupils dilated with
stimulation.

To set the mood I reach down and unzip the bag she's been so interested in.
Pull out a dog collar, hold it up to her eyes for a second so she gets a
good look at it, then buckle it round her throat.  Not too tightly, but
enough so she knows it's there all the time.  "Stand still", she doesn't
move, watching me out of the corner of her as I reach into the bag again and
pull out a length of chain.  I clip the chain to the collar.  "Pick up the
bag" as she stands up with the bag I walk towards the bedroom, pulling her
along by the collar and chain.

Her breathing gets heavier ('I thought so' I said to myself with a smile),
when we get into the bedroom I tell her to stand still holding the chain,
she does this with alacrity.

"Bend over the end of the bed", as she bends over I clip the end of the
chain to the bottom of the bed, stopping her from straightening up.  I take
one of her hands and tie it to the end of the bad, repeating this with the
other hand.  I whisper in her ear "what I've tied you with cannot be broken
by you, you'll stay here, like this until I let you go, do you understand?"

She nods, whispers "yes"

I stand behind her, taking my shirt and trousers off (might as well get
comfortable!), she can hear me walking around but I'm outside her field of
vision (she knows what would happen if she turns her head).  I rummage in my
bag, not because I can't find what I want, but because she'll hear me and
wonder.  I pull out a rather nice light riding crop.  I bend it a few times,
swish it a few times near her ear.

I slowly lift up her skirt, pulling it up and letting it lie on her back,
knickers are gently pulled down around her ankles.  She's shifting slightly
from foot to foot "Stand still" I say quietly, she freezes.   I bring the
crop round to her eyes, letting her see it.  "Pretty, isn't it?" I ask, not
really wanting an answer.  "Kiss it" I say very gently, she kisses the shaft
of the crop softly with pursed lips. I nod approvingly.

"I'm going to beat your soft, sexy arse with this crop, I want you to count
each stroke of the crop, and thank me for each one.do you understand?"

She nods again, another quiet "yes" but her breathing is very deep now, skin
on her face and chest (what I can see of it) flushed.  I stand back, feet
spread for balance, waiting...THWACK!   The first stroke, she jumps, yelps,
it's a surprise for her.  I wait, eventually "One, one..thank you"  THWACK,
the second one the same, slightly below the first one (which has raised a
lovely red line on her arse) another jump, another hesitation, then
"Two...thank you"


"I'm going to give you eight more just like the last two, OK?"  she nods,
face flushed red.

3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10.

I stop, her bottom is nicely red now, the weals of the crop running
together, but they can still be seen as separate marks to the practised eye.

I take some cold cream and smooth it over her now tender skin.  She shivers
as I do this, sighing, her body relaxing.  My fingers slide up and down her
thighs, probing gently at her cunt, she's dripping wet, and her body pushes
back as I probe her.

Gently, I unclip her from the bottom of the bed and let her stand up.
"Undress" I say quietly, she complies and then comes towards me, her hand
brushes against my erection (erection?, I was concentrating so hard I hadn't
even realised!) I stop her, "Stand still", look round the room, a silk
scarf? (how handy!), quickly she is blindfolded, I place her on the bed, and
attach her hands to the top of the bed, knees up, but splayed wide,
displaying her beautiful wet cunt.

I slide down the bed, between her thighs, taking in the sexy musk of her,
opening her up with my fingers, looking at the coral pinkness of her and
gently tongue her.  She moves, pushing her hips up, trying to get more from
me.  I slowly lick her all over her labia, avoiding her clit, just gently
going round and round, her pleasure building up.  But before she's anywhere
near coming, I stop, I just want her nicely wet and aroused.

 Scene 3

A quick rummage in her 'toy' drawer gives me a couple of items to play with.

I undo her from the bedhead.  "turn over, all fours, arse in the air, NOW!",
the bed virtually bounces she moves so fast.  Again hands tied, this time to
cords snaking their way to the bedhead, I bring her further down the bed, so
her arse is nice and accessible.  I tongue her again for a while, running my
tongue all the way up to the little brown star of her arse, making it wet
and slippery.  I sit down on the bed, she can hear me rummaging in the bag
again , the snap of rubber as I slide the gloves on.

A nice handful of KY is squeezed into my hand, I apply its coolness to her
cunt and arse, sliding my fingers  in and out of both holes, one finger,
two, three, she's gasping by now, pushing back against my hands, "Stay
still!, if you can't, I'll have to give you another beating"  My fingers
sliding, probing, rubbing, touching her clit at the same time undoes her,
she gasps, and pushes against me again.

I stop immediately, sliding my fingers quickly out of her hotness, the
gloves are stripped off, her head is up, questing, wondering?

"I warned you, now what will it be? And where?"

"Wha.what?"

"You moved, I told you not to, you have to pay the price for disobeying me!
But you have choices.  You can choose what I will use to beat you with, and
you can chose where"

I lay out what she could chose, the crop, my belt, a fine metal chain.
"Where would you like me to beat you?, your tits?, belly?, arse?, cunt?, you
tell me"

"I..I..I..don't, I don't.."

"Too late!, you had your chance, lost it, I'll decide, now be quiet!"

I leave the room, get an apple and sit in her living room, enjoying its
juicy tartness, feeling hungry, tasting every bite, savouring the sweet
smell.

I saunter back into the bedroom, she's still there, arse in the air, upper
body and head on the bed, glistening cunt dripping still with her juices and
lubricant and saliva.

Her head comes up again, she can hear me, but doesn't know what I'm going to
do.  I take a vibrating butt plug, smear it heavily with KY and gently slide
it into her arse.  It's very thick, and before I finish she's moaning
gently.  The flared base holds it in place and I switch the vibrator on to a
gentle hum.  Her breathing increases, the moans get louder, her fingers are
gripping the duvet as I carefully move the vibrator in her arse, not even in
and out, just enough to elicit moans and gasps from her.

I open her legs wider and pick up the belt, folding it double I hold it
under her nose so she can smell the leather.  CRAACK! Against her inner
thigh, CRAACK!, CRAACK!, before she has a chance to cry out, the blows from
the belt go higher and higher up her thighs, she screams part lust, part
fear and shock, I start to beat her tender arse again, the belt hitting the
butt plug at the same time making her moan with excitement.

I stop and pull her towards me by her hips, my cock sliding into her cunt
with a liquid sound, sliding backwards and forwards, I turn the butt plug up
as high as possible, feeling the vibrations travelling through her to my
cock, increasing my pleasure, sweat sliding and dripping down my back, my
face, dripping on to her back, making my hands slip and slide across her
inflamed flesh.   She groans and comes. Her cunt gripping my cock over and
over as she peaks.

I slide out of her and quickly move onto the bed, grasping her head by her
hair I push my cock roughly into her gasping mouth, fucking her hard, moving
my cock deeply into her mouth, her throat, cutting of her air every time my
cock slides deep into her.  I moan, deep inside myself, those parts of me
starting to get past the wall I had built.  The lust and rage, and anger
exploding from me as I come in her throat, come so hard I think I'm seeing
stars, holding her head as she struggles for breath and my cock is impaled
down her throat, spurting hotness even as I come back to myself and realise
she can't breath, pulling out, the last spurt shooting across her tongue and
gasping mouth and face.

I undo her bonds, gently remove the butt plug and hold her, stroking her
hair, kissing her face and eyes as her breathing slows, cuddling and
caressing each other with gentle words, and soft laughter.

I feel purged, empty, at peace.

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