Can I help you? by Amaranth

Can I help you?

She shifted uncomfortable under what was in essence a dead weight, she was half carrying, half dragging the man collapsed over her. "Oh for all the weeks the car had to go off the road it had to be this one!" She muttered to herself. "Iiiii wufff youve" slurred the figure attached to her, "you're great". The smell was nauseating, a heady mix of chilli sauce and cheap booze, with the hint of cheap perfume that always seemed to appear on Alex's nights out. "Oh shut the fuck up!" She snapped, looking at the dimly lit road ahead that she had to traverse. Its going to take at least another hour she surmised. It was only about a mile but Alex could barely stand.

"Excuse me Miss", the voice was deep with a hint of northern accent. "Excuse me Miss, can I help?" She gently propped Alex up and turned her head to look at her potential saviour. He was very tall with light chocolate skin, very high cheekbones and dreadlocked hair. She gasped, he was, what she would term, drop dead gorgeous. He looked vaguely familiar but couldn't think where from. She shook her head. "No thank you, I'm fine, not far now..... but thank you." She turned back to try to rouse Alex, who seemed to be standing and sleeping, he was certainly snoring. He awoke with a start, yelling, "he hasn't got a nose thing". She grinned, silly man, and moved herself back under his arm to drag him home.

He felt lighter this time, it felt odd. Peering around, she saw the stranger supporting Alex's other side. "I've got him, if you want a break" he assured her. Alex turned his head to him and said "I's wuffs woos" then blinking, as if just realizing something, he exclaimed "no, no not you, hers, I's loves hers". He pointed lazily in her direction. She smiled gratefully to the stranger, half embarrassed at the situation, walking in silence the rest of the way.

When they reached Alex and Beth's house, the stranger swung Alex up, onto his shoulder as if he was a sack of potatoes and easily carried him up to the bedroom. Beth yelled "coffee?" up the stairs as she heard Alex's drunken murmurings and what she assumed to be the clump of his shoes as the stranger removed them. She busied herself making coffee and checked her appearance in the mirror before carrying two mugs of the steaming liquid into the hall to greet the man who had helped her so nicely. She could hear him walking down the stairs.

"Sorry its only instant" Beth sang chirpily, surprised there was no one in the hall. "We'll sit in the living room" she said, opening the lounge door. "Coffee is the least I can...." Beth faltered as she looked up, dropping both mugs. Jumping away from the scalding liquid as it showered her legs. He was stood half way up the stairs, naked. Scanning him, Beth stuttered "what the hell...." eyes fixed on his huge proud erect cock, she gulped.

He toyed, with the monster erection. "14 inches" he said simply. "It wants you. It has been watching you, thinks the little blonde woman with the drunken husband will have the tightest pussy." He stroked the full length slowly, taking a step down. Beth backed away, hitting her back on the door jamb, she maneuvered into the living room. He followed, taking long slow strides with purpose, he moved closer to her. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Do you?" he growled, "is your pussy tight." "I, I, I, I don't know", Beth was stuttering, there was tears streaming from her eyes, she knew he was going to rape her, "don't hurt me" she almost begged. He smirked, it was a cold, heartless smirk, standing so close to her his cock was prodding just below her breasts. Beth closed her eyes and started praying.

She felt his hands around her neck, his hands stroke her body through her flimsy top. Damn she wished she had more clothes on, was only wearing a vest and shorts, she hadn't even bothered with underwear. His huge hands grabbed the neck of her top and it gave way to him with one swift pull. Next she felt the zip and button of her shorts being unfastened, he gasped as her nakedness was revealed to him. She risked a peek to see him stroking himself looking at her. He lifted her up and with one swift arm movement cleared the table and laid her down, opening her legs wide. He moved between he legs and pushed the tip of his cock against her opening, easing in. Beth started praying louder. He kept pushing in slowly, ignoring Beth's sobbing and her yelps of pain, her cries of no. He didn't care he wanted to fuck this little blonde. 

He marveled at how he stretched her. "I knew you would be tight" he whispered "sex starved housewives always are". Beth gulped at these words, finding herself opening her legs more so he could get further in. He smiled, "yes thats right slut, you do want all 14 inches don't you". Beth was conflicted, her pussy was throbbing with pleasure, she was loving how the pain of being stretched was making her feel, but her head was saying no, this was wrong. But it felt so fucking good. She pushed back to him, sliding him in more. She was so full of cock. Like she had never felt before. She leaned up onto her elbows, he could see the lust in her eyes. "Fuck baby, you do want it don't you?" he asked, almost incredulously. She nodded, smiling, started to move her hips to stimulate him.

He lunged forward, pinning her back to the table with his bulk, he started driving into her hard and fast. Beth squealed with delight, responding to his hard fucking with equal ferocity. Her nails digging deep red welts into his back. She found his nipple, her mouth being just where it needed to be, she bit, sucking hard until, making it pop, teasing and licking. He drove into her more frenzied, grunting "so fucking tight, little whoring bitch" under his breath. Beth loved being called a whore, it sent more buzzes down to her pussy. She groaned in response to this, bucking back on the steel like rod impaling her.

He stood up and lifted her legs up his chest, opening them wide, he pushed them back over her head, she gasped for air. He looked at he swollen pussy, engulfing about half of his cock, and the second hole looking at him invitingly. Using his body to keep her legs into place, he drove harder, faster, deeper. Beth couldn't respond, his bulk keeping her pinned and the difficulty breathing was making her lightheaded. She felt alive and squealed with pleasure, begging for deeper harder fucking, delighted when he complied. She closed her eyes he body hyper stimulated, she knew it was going to be a long night.

He stood up, lifting her with him, he rammed her against the wall, her eyes were glazed over, she was like a puppet to him. Realizing this he pulled her off him and bent her over the table. Feet barely touching the floor, her ass and pussy were proudly on display. Easing himself back in, he started the deep hard fucking again. Sliding the full length in and out with each stroke, frenzied, constant, deep and hard. Beth screamed suddenly, both out of the reverie they were in, his dick had hit her ass and partially penetrated. He panicked, pulling out quick. "Nooooo" Beth squealed, I want it, take it, rape my ass. I want it. He was nervous, he had never dared try because of the sheer girth of his huge cock, but he complied again, easing in her tight ass, slowly, carefully. "Shit, its too tight" he murmured. "Keep going Beth gasped, "I can take it". He kept pushing, collecting the juices from beth's pussy to lubricate the hard rod as it slipped in. Beth was silent, eyes wide, mouth forming a perfect O, she was in heaven.

He started slowly fucking her ass, encouraged by Beth's grunts and groans. He picked up speed getting more confident with each stroke. The door opened and Alex stumbled in, he looked at his wife on the table, she grinned at him and waved. Alex looked at the large man fucking his wife like no tomorrow, he hadn't appeared to have noticed him yet. "Enjoying yourself love" he said, still slightly slurred. She nodded and beckoned him over. Alex wandered over and she pulled his semi hard 9 inch cock out and gobbled it hungrily. 

The stranger opened his eyes and was dumbstruck by what was occurring in front of him. Alex looked at him. "Thank you for servicing my wife while I was a bit out of it" he said, " looks like that work we've been doing with her whoring little ass is paying off". Alex groaned as Beth worked his cock expertly, fucking her mouth, his balls tightening quickly with pleasure at the sight of the monster cock sliding in and out of her ass. "Will you fuck me?" He asked the stranger simply. With that Beth made muffled shouts as her cum gushed from her pussy, covering the legs of the stranger as he fucked her. "Yes, a very long, but good night" she thought dirtily.

Amaranth

29th March 2013

I Miss You by Destiny

I miss you when u are not here

you helped to take away my fear

When I'm with you I feel alive

You help me through, I can survive

I want to take the time to say

I love you more from day to day

We are often put to the test

Just you & I...forget the rest

Time is not always on our side 

but it is something we can bide

until the day we meet again

and I can forget all the pain

please know that I am always here

To kiss and take away your fear

I love you and this much is true

I will always be here for you

You have always been here for me

I'm here for you I hope you see

have patience please my dearest love

Even when things reach push & shove

I love you! 

Destiny © 18/03/2013

Feeling you by Amaranth

Feeling you

I want to go down to Cornwall and stand on the Lizard. Staring out to sea, I might only be a few hundred miles closer to you but its a few hundred miles, and to me that makes all the difference.

I know that we can't be together, even online at this current time, but that doesn't stop me needing you.

I know you are suffering right now, I feel your pain everyday. I know I can't come over there and take it all away. It doesn't stop me wanting to.

I know I may never lay in your arms, feel your strength surround me, be immersed in the love you feel for me. It doesn't stop my dreams.

I know I love you, I want everything we have ever discussed, everything we have yet to think of. I know you and I will be connected for eternity. That stop's me being incomplete. Stop's me crying inside. Stop's me dead in my tracks to think of no-one but you.

Amaranth

23rd March 2013

Nature by niamh

**she sat quietly on the far side of the small clear~ pool her favorite place, perched on the rock outcropping beneath the gently swaying willows the day was beautiful; cobalt blue skies with just enough of the small wispy clouds to lead a fervent mind to day dreaming or reflection. She pulled her legs to her chest, folded her arms across her knees and laid her face in them. Her long hair, mimicking the graceful motion of the willows, danced in the wind. she smiled as she glances across the crystalline pool at the small place that had become so beloved. She had called it home for many months now but knew her time here was swiftly ending. The time had come to move on~she was needed elsewhere. She rubbed her cheek on her arms and sighed looking at the beds of flowers in front of her small rustic cottage with its inviting lil porch swing. 

She worried most for the flowers, each one beautiful and special, delicate in appearance. Their roots, she had ensured, were deeply planted and strong. They were all abloom now with their varied textures and colors and fragrances, all seemingly so unique but together forming a breathtaking display of nature at its finest.

She remembered happily the hours spent on bended knee as she weeded w great care taking time with each flower and giving it what it needed in the form of love and attention and the pleasure she’d gotten from watching them bloom with each passing season, bigger, brighter and stronger.

She would miss the flowers most

She worried they would wilt or die ~that the weeds would choke them and overtake them and their beauty.

She smiled, softly as she pulled herself to her feet and took a deep breath, deciding to walk the long way back to her lil cabin through the meadow on the rise of the hill, she wiped her hands off and followed the edge of the water, her feet leaving prints in the soft white sand. She wiggled her toes in the cool water and glanced back over her shoulder..

noticing that the lapping water erased the evidence of her passing as if she’d never been present. She ran the tips of her fingers lovingly over the bark, knotted with age and the marks of its longevity, of the closest willow, closing her eyes as its leaves brushed her face in what seemed like a caress, she could smell the jasmine blooming in the distance, she opened her eyes and left the waters edge for the forest. Traveling in the late daylight, the forest was alive with smells of growing things, sounds of live and the peace she only found when wandering in natures playground. She finally came to the edge of the meadow and looked up, she gasped and then smiled, there in the meadow, was every flower she carefully cultivated at her lil cabin~ all alive and well, and thriving, the vibrant colors and smells a tribute to Mother Nature.

She smiled as she walked slowly through the meadow, her fingertips grazing the tops of the blooms; she bent to smell one of the more inviting ones and in that moment she realized she’d been wrong all along. 

The flowers didn’t need her help. They were wild and would flourish as only something wild could, because it was their nature.

Nature will always see to itself, and always reveal itself no matter how hard you try to change it, hide it..or deny it

Lets Do Lunch by Amaranth

Lets Do Lunch

ADULT THEMED EROTIC BDSM

The bell sounded and the lift doors opened slowly. A suited man stepped in, eying her disinterestedly. She smiled nervously, smile fading quickly as the door closed again. She pulled her mac closer around her throat, gulping and shifting nervously. "Why am I so damn scared" she said to herself as the lift stopped on floor 5 and an efficient looking woman got off. The lift seemed to be going so slowly, "6, 7, 8" she counted as the lights lit praying it didn't stop again. Finally 9 lit up and the lift juddered to a halt, doors sliding open she flushed as she was met with an open plan office. Head reeling, the prickly heat and nausea of her nervousness swept over her like a wave. Gulping hard, bringing her shoulders back, head up, she stepped out with an air of confidence, pretending not to notice the few sets of inquisitive eyes that cast her way.

Palpable seconds passed as she orientated herself to her surroundings, glancing around she saw the bustle of a busy office, she couldn't see him though. "Oh my God, where are you?" She muttered between clenched teeth. Minutes passed, feeling like hours as her panic started to rise. she checked her watch, no, she said to herself, she was dead on time, but where was he? Then, among the hubbub of voices she heard him, she would recognise that deep southern drawl anywhere. She frantically scanned the sea of heads and desks, finally spotting him immersed in conversation with four or five people surrounding him. She shifted to the side, trying to catch his attention, but her downcast head and saddened eyes betrayed her dissappointment in this futile venture.

Eventually the group split and she watched him walk to a bay of six desks. She chuckles softly at his bedraggled appearance, he really couldn't wear a suit, it didnt matter how neatly pressed his clothes were they were creased & crumpled as soon as he put it on. She continued musing while waiting.

"Can I help you Miss?" The voice startled her, it belonged to a youngish lad that was shifting nervously next to her. "I'm waiting for Luke" she replied. The lad glanced over to where Luke was sat, "well he seems kinda busy" he said. She merely nodded an acknowledgement, her focus on the bedraggled man haunched over the papers in front of him. "Excuse me" she breathed and she walked purposely over to her lunch date. Standing next to him, she cleared her throat. He looked at her and shrugged his dismissal, returning to his papers. She tried to get his attention again but he waved her away. Her proud posture sank, visibly dejected she wandered back to the lifts, blinking back the tears.

Just as she was about to step into the lift, a voice next to her said "I wouldn't stand for that if I was you". She cast a glance at the lad. "You know, you're right" she said, suddenly confident. She stood to her full height, turned and walked back to the still haunched figure. She removed her mac, setting it and her bag on a nearby chair. She wore a simple black dress and heels with long black gloves. She felt the eyes staring at her as she moved to her prey.

Realising he wasnt going to pay her any heed she slid between him and his papers, simultaneously pushing his chair, he was looking at the floor as he rolled back. She stood leaning against his desk, hands placed either side of her, supporting her. She heard doors click open as people came from side rooms to see what was happening.

Luke's eyes trailed to her feet, taking in her elegance in the simple shoes. He slowly turned his head, following the line of her legs, pausing at the hem of her dress, about mid thigh. He licked his lips. "Show me", he spoke quietly with a deep voice, giving off a presence that betrayed his appearance. She uncrossed her legs and raised her skirt up, he followed the skirt line, you could hear the sounds of many voices waiting with baited breath as they watched. A loud gasp came in unison as her pelvis was revealed, naked. "Open" he commanded. She open her legs wide, tilting her pelvis forward to show herself fully to the waiting crowd. A neat, hairless pussy, labia slightly prominent, pale pink and very inviting. 

"Top down" was his next command, as he absentmindedly stroked the huge bulge visible at his crotch. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and rolled it down to show her well rounded but slightly large breasts. Dark pink areola puckered surrounding budding nipples. Both nipples had small silver rings through them. She pulled them causing the nipples to fully harden. There was an audible hush from the audience. 

"Come here". She started to walk but he raised his hand palm flat to her and she stopped. He cast his eyes down and she dropped to her knees, pulling her skirt over her hips so all could see her naked ass and her moist pussy. She crawled to Luke, sat with his legs wide open in his office chair. "Good Girl" he cooed, allowing her to nuzzle and kiss his hand. "Now you know what daddy wants".

She edged closer, unfastening his pants, she eased his large bulging member from its confines. She kissed the tip lovingly and then licked across the end with her long tongue, the tip probing the hole and then darting around ridge. "Go on take it!" Came the voice of a man from the crowd. Voices were louder as the group had edged closer.

She drew the tip of his cock into her mouth, looking up at his face while she rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her mouth. He reached down and caressed her face then grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to make all of him. She gagged and saliva started running from her mouth. "Go on love you can take it!" The voice was a womans very close to her, she felt the warm soft hand on her head, guiding her to take more of the huge member, until the full 10inches was taken completely "good girl" the woman whispered.

Luke stood making her gag and cough as his cock was wrenched from her. She kneeled upwards to keep her mouth at the right height, and she felt to woman close behind her, holding her forehead and chin, keeping her head still while Luke thrust into her waiting mouth. He slapped her face hard as he pounded her mouth, gagging each time he hit the back of her throat. The tops of her legs were wet with her juices as she was so aroused by this public humiliation. Her eyes were watering, mascara running down her face, lipstick smeared as this delicious cock was being pushed down her throat. She groaned as she felt the thickening and twiching and the hot sticky liquid slide down..

Through bleared eyes she saw the lad that had spoken to her earlier whisper something in Luke's ear. He suddenly pulled out and tidied himself up. "Come on, he urged as he grabbed her by the wrist. He grabbed her bag and mac and hurridly pulled her into the lift, giving her no time to correct herself. The woman and a man followed. The lift doors were just coming to a close when the Chief rounded the corner.

"Where are we going?" The woman asked as the lift started to descend. "Our house" was Luke's reply. "I bet my dirty little whore needs a good fucking now." With that she felt three sets of fingers probing her dripping pussy and saw three sets of fingers being sucked clean of her juices. Her colour rose as she was walked through reception with her dress around her waist and couldnt help but wonder if she could be seen as she stood and waited for the car. In the back of the car she was allowed to strip completely and casually touch herself for the titilation of their guests, an indication of what was to happen once the front door to their house closed behind them. 

Amaranth

13th March 2013

One Week for Sir (part 13) by ra'naa

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Adele quickly rose, a piece of strawberry  falling from her thigh, and the juices from the various fruits running down her body. Her heart still racing adrenaline still flooding her system.   As she leaves the dining area, the other slaves quickly and efficiently start to clear the table.  She could tell the others have done this before, their movements almost choreographed, like a dance.  Any other day she'd want watch them- beautiful, graceful & silent in their movements.  

As she made her way down the dimly lit corridor, she could help but being curious as she passes each door, she wonders just how many others are staying at the castle.  

As she entered their chamber, she notices the bed has been turned down, her suitcases emptied, and her clothes hanging in the closet next to His.  She takes a moment to survey the rest of the room, the elegant design, french provincial but with a modern twist.  Mainly white, dark gray with punches of cranberry red throughout the room.  

She quickly went to the bathroom, eager to get the fruit juices, now starting to dry & stick on her skin, off.  Laid out on the bathroom vanity she found her hair clip, and she quickly pulled her hair into a loose bun on the top of her head, her dark hair framing her face.  

Getting in the showering, her mind racing about what to expect.  Afterwards, she performed the ritual she knows by heart.  After all this time, the scent of her lavender lotion reminded her of His will and her submission to him.  Funny how previously mundane grooming became an event knowing that it pleases Him.  As she expertly fixed her makeup and brushed her long hair until it was shining, her thoughts drifting through countless scenarios and the hundreds of discussions she and Master had.     

Knowing that she has prepared herself, she quickly exited the bath, and went to the bed.  There she found a deep blue, diaphanous silk piece of material - to call it a dress, would be generous.  The material almost perfectly matched her eyes, and she knew it would look perfect against her milky pale skin.  

She held it up, trying to figure out how to put the dress on.  It was shaped like a T, the base of the T ties at the neck, and the bars of the T wrapp about the body, barely covering her, leaving her back completely bare.  Two knots, one at the neck and one gathering the material at her waist.  She used the full length mirror near the bed to adjust the material.  The ‘skirt’ so short, it makes her legs look miles long.  As she surveys herself, she smiles realizing if she was naked she would probably feel more clothed.  The light behind her, making it evident that the dress wasn’t for modesty, in certain light, her form was completely visible.  She shook her hair, allowing it to gently rest on her shoulders, and flowing down her back.

She knew that she couldn’t have been any more prepared than she was at this moment.  Her goal is to please Him, and there was nothing else she could think of to do at that moment.  As she was losing herself in thought, wondering if she’s missed anything, she hears the door click open.    

One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them. 

Quotes posted by Gve

“There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.” 

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“God did not create evil. Just as darkness is the absence of light, evil is the absence of God.”

― Albert Einstein

“What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?” 

― Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,

And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield:

And what is else not to be overcome?

John Milton - Paradise Lost

One Week for Sir (part 12) by Chief

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As the Dom's and Domme's entered the room Brant immediately noticed adele on the table, fresh cut fruit adorning her body. She lay perfectly motionless arms at her sides with eyes closed. A sense of pride filling him as he noticed the others in the room nodding in approval of his adele. As Brant sat down he admired adele's beautifully toned body and her fair skin, he thought of the evening to come and could not help but grin slightly. As the wine was pored and conversation began he could not help but look back to his adele on the center of the table. Fresh strawberries, melon, pineapple, passionfruit and kiwi lay across her soft skin, a bead of juice trickling its way down her breast which he knew must have tickled her yet she lay perfectly motionless. 

adele lay perfectly still, she felt exposed as the Dom's and Domme's entered the room but quickly focused on her Master not wanting to embarrass him in front of his colleagues. she heard them all sit and listened to their conversation. When she finally heard her Master speak her heart quickened and she immediately could tell he was sitting at the head of the table. A bead of fruit juice trickling down her breast as she suppressed a giggle. She heard the wine being pored and focussed on her breathing.

pet served each course expertly the conversation was pleasant and the dinner prepared perfectly. Brant talked and ate, the whole time watching his adele. She remained perfectly still through both courses, the only movement being the slight rise and fall of her perfect breasts as she took in controlled breathes. Soon it would be time for dessert and he was particularly interested in the strawberry by her left nipple.

adele could hear each course being served and cleared and knew the time would soon come for her course. For the first time it dawned on her that All at the tables hands would soon be on her, a warm moist feeling forming in her pussy. Was she excited about all the hands or the thought of her Master touching her. Which hands would be his?

The time came for the fruit and each at the table reached out choosing a piece from adele's body, she remained still as the Dom's and Domme's served themselves from her. A slight gasp escaped her and her back arched slightly as she felt the strawberry circle her left nipple and she instantly knew, Master!!!

The Dom's and Domme's stood and retired to the study for brandy, adele remained still till she heard simons voice telling her to rise and go to her room to get clean. There would be clothing on her bed and instructions for her to follow on her nightstand.....

Continue to Part 13

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One Week for Sir (part 11) by Chrissie

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The Mistress of the house looks up from her book as her friend brings in and introduces his sub to her.

"Welcome to my vacation home my dear" she said, her eyes appraising her. "Glad you could join us for our dinner party tonight". 

With that, her eyes flick to the kneeling sub in the corner, "simon, show our guest to her room". 

The sub gracefully stands, and keeping eyes down indicates for adele to follow him out. With a quick smile from her Master, she leaves him to follow simon out of the room and up the stairs. As she follows him she reflects just how exposed she felt under the quick glance from the Mistress. Her cheeks start burning, thinking how she should have behaved. She had casually entered the room smiling after the kiss at the doorway, her shoulders straightening, she became conscious of her walk as she follows simon. 

He stops at the third door and opens it, allowing her through to a beautiful large bedroom, white sheets cover a four poster bed with a red filmy canopy above it. Seeing her luggage next to the bed, she had completely forgotten about, she smiled. "Mistress has instructed that you will be the table decoration tonight for the dinner party. Please shower and don't put on any perfumes or creams, I'll be back in half an hour", simon smiled as he closed the door and left her. 

It took her a moment to process what he had just said. Obviously this was organized with the approval of her Master, but there was so much information she didn't know. She wished she had asked simon not to leave and question him more. Dinner party? How many people would be here? Doms and Dommes with their subs she presumed. Would they all be staying or just her and her Master? Table decoration? She walked around the other side of the bed to the doorway she presumed was the bathroom, so many questions running through her mind. She presumed she'd be naked - no perfume or creams meant she would probably have food on her. Again she felt her cheeks redden, then firmly told herself off "none of that adele! I cannot embarrass Master by silly girl behaviour". 

Adele quickly had her shower, washing off all products from her body and came out of the bathroom with just her thin red silk robe on. There she saw her Master casually lying on the bed. 

She gracefully knelt in tower position, again annoyed at herself for not doing this the second she had seen him earlier on. Eyes lowered she can't see her Master, but can feel his eyes examine her. Time passes slowly worried she had forgotton something? then she can hear him move from the bed and come towards her. Not rushing he watches for signs of hesitancy in her. Seeing none, her position held perfectly, he stands before her, "adele my flower, rise".

She tucks her toes under and gracefully as she has practiced hundreds of times she rises, hands staying on her thighs, perfectly balanced. 

"Tonight you shall be on display. Four Doms and two Dommes are coming to dinner with their subs attending", he said, his hand coming to her chin he lifts her face so her eyes meet his. "Do as Mistress Lisbeth's subs instruct you. Many things will happen tonight my flower". With that adele's Master lent in and kissed her softly. The reassurance in his voice quelled her nerves, and she looked over at the door as simon entered again. With a gesture to follow simon from her Master, she turned and walked gracefully to the door. The words "your on display" echoing in her mind as she followed through the corridors and downstairs bare foot, only her red robe on. 

Soon they entered thea centre mat, which is where adele laid herself back. As she settled herself onto the mat she realised it was padded to make it comfortable for an extended time, they expected her to remain perfectly still. 

Fruit platters carried by simon came out and both simon and pet arranged the fruit carefully over adele's body. "Now adele, they will have two courses of food served before they will eat the fruit. You need to stay perfectly still so no fruit slides off" she said this in a light cheery manner that made it hard for adele not to giggle.

Once all the fruit was placed, both pet and simon left the room, the Doms and Dommes would enter any minute for their entrees.

Continue to Part 12

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The End to Start All Beginnings by Amaranth

The End to Start All Beginnings

ADULT THEMED EROTIC BDSM

He opened the door and lead her through, it was dim in the room, lit by only blue bulbs, the heavy drapes pulled over both large windows, you could just make out the edge of light around them. The room was sparsely furnished. One wooden chair in the middle of the room, a couch at the side, lined up directly with the chair and a large wooden closet at the far end.

Sat on the chair was the slave girl, naked. Her legs were splayed wide, secured by a spreader bar and he hands were secured behind her back. "Ah" came a voice from the shadows, "you have chosen to join us". Luke emerged from the darkness, also naked, he looked at the couple that just entered, and the tie fashioned as a choker with a lead around the girls throat. He chuckled "I somehow thought she would have you" he said to them, gesturing dismissively. He wandered over to the bound slave and released her. "My love" Luke said with sincerity and endearment. "Seems we have found you two toys, enjoy". She smiled and murmured her thanks, her eyes sparking with excitement at his word. Luke sat on the couch and watched.

The girl rose, across her stomach and breasts red welts were just visible. She didn't appear to notice these as she scrutinised the man first, and then the woman. Her eyes were a deep brown flickering with the red spark of excitement as she looked upon her gift. Musing what to do first, what would please her Master, Luke, the most. She took the lead end of the tie from the man's hand, he released it readily, and without a word she lead the woman to the chair.

It was only when she got to the chair that the woman realised that a large dildo was attached to it. Secured just back from centre with some straps around the legs. She gasped at the size of it, estimating 14 inches high and 6 inch girth. The woman tried to step back but was halted by the tie getting tighter around her neck. Luke sat forward to get a better view.

The slave girl turned the chair around so Master Luke was able to see everything and she straddled the chair, slowly easing herself down on the huge dildo, her face showing the pleasure and pain this bought. Both of her toys stared with amazement as she filled her pussy with this huge member sitting comfortably on the chair with her pussy stretched wide. She pulled the woman, her girl-toy down and whispered with force "lick it". The girl stammered, but a sharp glance her way caused her to bury her blonde head in between the slave girls legs, licking the clit, clearly on display, and the tender stretched labia around the dildo. It was tentative at first, as if trying something she was sure she wouldn't like. The slave girl grabbed her head and pushed causing her to lick and suck hard as that was her only choice. She was rewarded with deep guttural female groans and she relaxed, starting to enjoy giving this service. The slave girl tossed her head back, moaning with pleasure, feeling the eyes watching her as she was pleasured by her toy doll.

After a short while the slave girl opened her eyes, focussing on where her master was sitting, pleased that he was toying with his proud erection she asked simply "Master may I cum when I want to". There was a short pause, "be the slut that you are for daddy and you may cum". She smiled, and beckoned the other man over, her male doll. He too was sporting a huge erection, but he was not touching, as if he knew this was not permitted. As soon as she could reach she grabbed his cock and pulled him towards her. Swallowing it down without even a gag, she started to simulate throat fucking, He groaned in pleasure, Luke sat further forward, a small smile on his lips. After a few seconds the released and licked the shaft from base to tip, spitting a huge globule of saliva on the tip, she watched it drip slowly before moving back to taking the head in her mouth. Her pace was frantic, as if starved of cock, this pace did not waver until she felt it thickening, then she slowed right down. Picking up the pace again after a minute of two. Still her girl-toy was licking sucking and biting her pussy, she could feel the juices collecting around the base of the dildo, and the coolness as they got drunk away by the little whore between her legs.

She hadn't notice Luke approach, her first indication was being hit around the mouth by a second huge cock. The slave turned her head and expertly moved on this, taking it with equal fervour, enjoying alternating between her Master's huge member and the slightly bigger one of her boy-toy. Stroking one as she sucked the other, taking one in her throat while holding tightly and squeezing the other. The look on her face was one of a wanton slut, her eyes ablaze with pure pleasure.

"I'm ready daddy" she whispered breathlessly. Luke gestured for the boy-toy to pull away and stroke over the dirty little slaves body, fast and strong to bring on their pending surges. The girl-toy increasing her speed on the constant lapping of what seemed to be a never-ending stream. The slave girl arched her back over the chair creating a perfect curve ready to receive what she knew would happen. Panting and moaning as her fluttering started to build, spreading the warmth between her legs, until she screamed out as she shuddered into her orgasm. This shout caused both cocks to explode simultaneously, covering her breasts and stomach in their hot warm cum. She smiled as she sat upright, tracing patterns in the sticky cum with her fingers, licking them clean.

They slowly all parted, panting and moaning as they calmed down. It wasn't until breathing had returned to normal and moaning had stop that a faint dripping noise could be heard. All eyes turned to the girl-toy kneeling between the slave girl's legs. She blushed as their eyes all travelled downward to see a large pool of cum between her legs and a very wet dripping pussy. "Lap that up you dirty little slut" Luke commanded, arse high I want to fuck that ring. She complied, a very small smile on her face, ready to be taken any way their imaginations could take them, ready to experience feelings she had never experienced before. Ready to take this step in her journey of life. 

No one returned to work that day.

Amaranth

21st March 2013

Words by faye

Words recycled and reused

Taken and put together

Almost never new anymore

Always reconbomulated 

and repositioned 

the words of love are hard

used up by the worlds lovers

the words to describe submission

are reused and boring always the same

and yet these reused words express it all,

all that exists in my heart mind and soul

all that might be may be or could possibly be

and in an instant I know what I wish to say,

“I don’t want to be a slave; I want to be YOUR slave.”

Simple words, used over and again

But in this order they cause lives to never be the same.

A Rude Awakening by Amaranth

A Rude Awakening

ADULT ORIENTATED EROTIC BDSM

She slipped through the door, naked but for a huge strap-on which she stroked absentmindedly. He was asleep on top of the bed, crumpled sheet just covering his lower leg, she watched him for palpable seconds, nervously biting her lip. How she adored this man before her, loved him with every inch of her being. So much so she had given herself to him completely some years before and every moment with him had been one of love, complete trust, and learning. Here she was, ready for something new, but never before had she questioned any act, any part of their lives together.

He stirred and rolled on his side towards her, the sheet slipping to the floor as he did. Her heart fluttered, she knew how blessed she was to have what she had, to have a deep resounding, close bond with another. She kneeled in her spot, head lowered, she adjusted the strap-on so it sat comfortable and was reassured by his laboured breathing as she mused in this warm early morning. "Will he punish me?" she asked herself first. She smiled her small demur smile. Punishment or not, she knew it would be something he enjoyed, give him pleasure, she knew, that although one step beyond where he has always asked her to go, it was the right place to go.

She got up and stood at the side of the bed applying generous amounts of lube to her large adornment. She slipped onto the bed behind him and pushed her body close to him, enjoying the warmth of his body next to hers, his sleepy smell combined with the smell of their sex the night before. She adjusted the phallus so it pushed between his ass cheeks, smiling softly as he groaned and pushed back to her. "Yes, I knew you would want it" she whispered as she eased the tip of her huge member into his ass. Pushing her hips forward she stretched him wider, sliding more of her huge dick into him.

"Flich" he croaked. "Flich, oh my god, baby what is that?". She smiled it was not a tone of rejection, his voice was thick with sleep and surprise and a hint of pleasure. "Do you like my new toy daddy?", the question required no answer as he rolled and got up on all fours. "Fuck me now you little bitch!" he ordered. Flich needed no second invitation, sliding the huge strap-on into his waiting ass, slowly until it was fully in, enjoying his groans and occasional yelps as she took him. She found a natural rhythm, enjoying how her tits bounced as she pounded him. His groans and yells of encouragement, of pleasure , only drawing her on. She reached round and found his hardened cock, stroking it as she fucked the man she loved. She thought it would feel wrong, she, the slave, taking her Master like this, but it didn't, she knew he was consenting to the control she was taking.

"Baby, you're going to milk me dry" he gasped. She felt his cock thickening in her hand, and grabbed the nearby bowl to catch his precious fluid. Resuming her fucking, he groaned and grunted as his thick cum shot from him, filling the bowl. A seemingly never ender stream. "Stop!" he commanded. She complied, pulling out and kneeling in place waiting for his next instruction. He turned and faced her, looking at her beautiful face, blushed with her exertions. "Drink" he said, eyes indicating to the bowl. Flich took the bowl up in both hands, cradling it, the contents still warm. She lifted it to her lips and drank without hesitation not stopping until she had drained it. She put the bowl down and licked her lips, catching the last drops. He watched her with his piercing blue eyes, mesmerised by her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Cradling her, he kissed her deeply, gently opening her legs with his spare hand as they kissed. She started and her eyes flicked with pain the first time the flat of his hand swatted her wet pussy. "Naughty girl" he goaded as he briefly broke the kiss, the spanking got harder as he led her again to her own private pleasure space. 

Amaranth

10th March 2013

One Week for Sir (part 10) by sadie

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Smiling even as I say the words, his voice sounds in my ear, “Hello, girl. I take it you have arrived safe and sound?”

“Yes Sir, in the car now and ready to drive.”

“Very good. I’m changing our location. A friend of mine has a vacation home available off Route 1, take first exit out of town and drive 20 miles the cabin drive is marked with two weeping willows. I will be waiting for you.”

“Okay, but.. “

Worrying my lip nervously over the cryptic directions, I quickly map my way to Route 1 hoping for the best and set out. Thirty minutes later, I take a deep breath as I try to relax, the long drive to the “cabin” lined with weeping willows, the beautiful fully restored plantation house making me second guess what constituted a vacation home. Parking in front of the steps leading to the main entrance I step from the rental and head for the door, leaving my bags for later in my excitement to see him. As I reach up to knock, the door swings open and my Master stands before me.

Letting my hand drop to my side, I feel myself blushing as his eyes travel over me hoping I’m not too rumpled from the flight and wishing I had taken a moment to freshen up before rushing to him.

“Good evening Sir. I left my bags in the car, I can get them now if you would like, I just thought maybe you… umm, that I should be here.. that I.. Oh!” Catching myself rambling in my usual way whenever my nerves get the better of me, I shift slightly on my feet looking back at rental and wondering if I should retrieve my bags.

Glancing up into his eyes, he chuckles at my indecision reaching out a hand to take mine, pulling me to him.

His hands quickly moving to each side of my head, his fingers threading thru my hair as he leans in and kisses me. Tenderly at first, a soft touch of his lips even as my own open willingly to him, then more aggressively as we taste each other for the first time. Even as he pulls back from me, I try to follow him wanting more.

“We have plenty of time, girl. I intend to make you fully mine.”

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One Week for Sir (part 9) by niamh

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Moaning softly, she looked through already dazed eyes about the room, the overload of stimulations assailing her heightened senses, she inhaled deeply, a visible tremble undulating over the length of her exposed and displayed form.

Impatient, eager, on the edge of the abyss and willing to take the plunge into the dark, decadent, the taboo and carnal all for this man who held her heart, mind , body and soul in the palm of his hand. Knowing better than to ask or rush, she bit her lip and blinked, allowed the feathery lashes of her eyelids to close momentarily to expand her senses and take in every moment, every nuance of the experience into her deepest memory…..at that very moment she heard the guttural growl and felt the fall of the crop against her hip a soft cry escaping…..

"Miss, Miss… "

Awakening with a start, looking about more than a bit confused and shaking her head, trying to compose herself.

"Pardon me Miss, We say you sleeping with such a content look on your face and decided to wait to wake you, but I'm afraid everyone else has already left and the flight crew is rather eager to depart, if you'd like I can help you with your carry on."

Smiling up, squirming softly at the realization of how wet she already is, shaking her head to the negative "No , thank you for allowing me to sleep, I have a rather long week ahead."

Standing, she grabs her carry on, smiles again to the flight attendant, slowly makes her way off the plane and to the baggage pick up, her lonely luggage awaiting the claiming, the TSA agent smiling as she wheels out the large bag, her face flaming with the sudden question, what did those agents think of all the implements traveling with her?

Humming softly she makes her way to the rental car pick up and settles in, to make the final leg of the journey to the hotel, and begin her real week with Sir. A shiver passes over her at the memory of her dream just as her cell phone chimes with the very distinctive tone.

"Hello Sir!"

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As the Twists and Turns of Life Unfold by Mistress Sophia

As the twists and turns of life unfold,

All I want is for you to hold.

Hold me in your arms so tight,

Engulfing me in your flames of light.

My heart leaps and bounds all over the place,

What I want is to see your face.

You eyes, your lips, your chin and hair,

You show me things that before I would never dare.

I am forever in your grasp,

Hold me please and never laspe.

Sir you are my love, my life and my heart,

All I'm saying is merely the start.

I could go on forever with my emotions for you,

But there's no time to be able to.

Sir you are my love, my shining star,

I just wish you didn't live so far.

Thank you Sir for letting me serve you,

I hope I can make you proud, happy and alive too.

©Mistress Sophia 9th March 2013

One Week for Sir (part 8) by Eros

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“Do not cum little one! We have yet to have supper…” he informed her a mischevious grin spreading across his face...


As the vibrator buzzed in time to the music being played on the iPhone. The swelling of her orgasm began to build deep inside her. It was helped by the fact the blindfold stimulated all of her other senses.

At that point her mind flash back to the first time she had experienced euphoria. The first time someone had made her feel special, feel wanted. Made her body give way to the euphoria of an orgasm. That in her mind was almost as potent as the stimulation of the toy placed between her long legs. She had always wanted to be a dirty little girl and please a Master, and this life she chosen for herself had given her the opportunity.

Then she snapped back to the room, like an elastic band.

It was not her time to cum yet, she knew this, as Master had told her. He withdrew the vibrator from within her. It glistened with her juices. He put the toy down on the floor. It had served it purpose. She was sure he could smell how wet she was. She waited for him to speak.

Master then spoke in a happy but forceful manner "time for the next stage"

And with that the lights went up slightly. She could tell the Master had gone to a great effort for this evening. He told her to take off the blindfold.

The lit area was an old fashioned table, exquisite in its form. Made from expensive wood probably from an earlier period of history. Upon the table lay silver dinning wear and cutlery. There were two chairs at either end of the table.

"Little one, time we should eat" the Master said as he went to one of the chairs and pulled it out from the table and indicated for her to sit. She got up from the cushions and proceeded to walk to the chair, aware that she was still naked and all he owned was in full view to him.

As she walked it reminded her of past, this time it was her graduation party, she remembered it well, she was walking into the college hall for the party and the only male she had wanted to spot her was her tutor. He was a thin charismatic man in his early thirties. Dressed well, and educated. Who enjoyed teaching English. She had wanted him. Like she wanted her Master now.

She reached the seat, the Master helped her to sit down.

As he sat down, a door open and another man dressed only in leathers walked in. "Here please" said the Master. Even when he spoke she felt her body tingle.

Seconds later two plates were laid out in front of them both. She looked down and saw a beautiful selection of fresh and exotic fruits.

The man dressed in leathers left, and the door closed with a solid clunk.

"Please eat" Master said. With that she started to eat. Even though her mind was thinking about other things.

In the back of her mind she remembered the joy she had found growing up when she was allowed to please people and the the feeling inside her body and the deep urges to please people. Those urges never seemed to be met or squashed.

As she ate her fruit she wondered what her Master had planned for her next. She knew she was not allowed to speak. She would never disobey her Master.

The lights in the room flickered. Her gaze never moved or faltered.

Then the Master spoke "little one, which of those fruits do you really like? As i want you to choose one and rub it around your clit, making sure you get some of your juices on it, and then slowly suck it in you mouth before eating it"

During her time with him the word "No" never entered her mind. She looked at her plate, apple, strawberry, passion fruit, raspberry's, banana and a lot of other fruits. She wondered which would please her Master.

She picked up the strawberry, and pulled her chair back away from the table. "I want to see you" said the Master. With that she lifted her legs on to the table. Her legs wide open displaying her soft pink delicate lips that were glistening in the light. She gently touched the strawberry to the top of her pussy, and traced the entrance. Until the fruit touched her clit, which was still throbbing from earlier. She rubbed it gently and slowly so he could watch and enjoy her.

The feel of the fruit on her most sensitive body parts felt good,she thought. It was rough and she could feel the tough skin of it. Her clit enjoyed the attention.

She slowly pushed the fruit inside her moist lips and into her body. She was sure her juices were all over the red skin of the fruit. She withdrew the fruit and slowly raised it towards her mouth. Her eyes met her Masters from across the table, instantly she felt a wetness between her legs. She could smell her juices on the fruit, as she bit into it slowly. The sharp fruit taste offset by her own sweet juice She enjoyed the moment knowing her Master had enjoyed it too.

The Master sat there grinning with intense pleasure, he had enjoyed his little one's show of obedience. He thought for a moment then decided what he wanted to do next with her.

Her mind was racing .... What was he going to do ....... What was he going to ask her to do .......... Her body was tingling with anticipation.

The Master rose from his seat, he noticed his excitement that had developed in his trousers. He then walked over to the other side of the table. His mind had a sudden thought. He may get her to take his cock into her mouth but no he already had something planned. He asked her to stand up, which she did immediately.

"Bend over the table my little one" he said grinning again. Once again she followed instructions to a t. As she bent over the table she had to open her legs to get low enough. She felt the cold air in the room pass over her slightly open pussy lips.

Excited and breathing heavier, she waited to hear or feel something. The wait seemed to be for ever, in reality it may of only been a few minutes. Then whack came the first blow.

He positioned himself behind her watching her beautifully shaped ass bent over the table. Ready to be spanked. He reached over to the table and opened a box that had been there the entire time. He took out a crop, perfect he thought. And he closed the box. He was ready.

Whack came the second hit, that one hurt as much as the last. But deep down it pleased and excited her. She had and always had enjoyed a good spanking, the added bonus it was her Master doing the honours.

Whack that one really stung and caught her lips that were already swollen, she bite her lip and breathed in.

His grin broadened and he really started to get excited. He wondered if now was the time? Or not. He clicked his fingers and over in the other side of the room a rack lit up........



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One Week for Sir (part 7) by little t

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Her mind was reeling as they began to cover the short distance to the sparsely illuminated doorway, the loss of her sight sparking her other senses in to hyper drive and she allowed herself to get lost in the new found intensity of it all. The feel of the dress brushing against her skin as it rippled in the zephyr like purple waves, together with the sound of her quickening heart beat as it resonated throughout her entire body and the tickle of the breeze on her newly bare lower lips; sent tingles of the desirable variety straight to her core. She could not help the unconscious way she tried to rub her thighs together with every step she took.

Abruptly the sound of him clearing his throat penetrated her psyche bring her out of her pensiveness and she all but jumped at the intrusion. She new what he wanted and took a second to control herself practically tasting the air as she took a deep breath in her attempt to find her centre. She needed to focus on something other than what she was feeling and elected to concentrate on the sound of his foot falls -he was after all her ultimate distraction- and so she tried to match her own to with his. The firm squeeze of her forearm by the man she trusted above all let her know that he was pleased with her efforts.

The alleyway was eerily quiet which added to the feeling of them being the only two people in the world and as they came to an abrupt halt she stumbled a little unprepared for the cessation. In one languid movement his arm shot out curling around her waist and pulling her against the warmth of his firm side, effectively stopping her from falling and injuring herself.

"Now, now little one slow down the night is still young, you are going to need to pace yourself." Each word he spoke, laced with salacious promises she knew she would honor.

They stood there for a few minutes and hearing no sound, she could not fathom why they had stop at all. Little did she know there in front of her stood a young man of around twenty five years of age, he was wiry in stature with freshly cut sandy hair and eyes like pools of molten chocolate; wearing nothing but tight black leather trousers even his feet were bare. Clutched in his right hand was an oil lamp and he held the position of a sub, legs a shoulder width apart, his left hand clasping his right wrist, back straight; head lowered and his eyes lowered slightly out of respect but not so much, so that he could not see the Dominants gestured communication. The young man gave an imperceptible nod as the Dominant before him pulled a tarot from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to him. The card of "Lovers"!

Without a word the man gesticulates for them to step inside the dark hallway, closing the door with a click behind them and making her start a little in surprise; she knows now that they are no longer alone. The man smiles apologetically to the Dominant and proceeds to turn leading the couple down the caliginous and meagerly furnished hallways. They take a few turns here and there, she becomes disorientated knowing she has no idea where she is exactly, but as she feels him coming to a stop besides her she is reminded of the fact that the one person that will always keep her safe is one with his arm firmly draped around her waist. Thus, with that he feels some of the tension leave her body and places a chaste kiss upon her forehead.

They come to a stop in front of a solid darkly stained wooden door that looked as plain as all the others he had see as they followed the man, save for the lovers tarot intricately craved in its centre. The man hands him an antiquated brass key and hastily retreats taking the lamp with him, the only source of light is the glow of the new moon through the window at the other end of the short hallway. He turns to her marvelling in the way her skin radiates the moonlight as if she were the source, absurd but to him she was his light that irradiated his everyday. Stealing himself for a moment and taking a deep breath before he speaks, choosing his words carefully.

"From the moment we enter this room you are not to speak unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use one of your safe words, do you understand little girl?" he asks the tenor of his dominance present in his tone.

"Yes Sir." she barely whispers her voice wavering with uncertainty. All at once is hands find hers immediately holding firmly and squeezing gently an act of reassurance. He had undoubtedly done so not to pressure her but to assure her that he was there and she was safe.

" You don't sound too sure little one."
Her vision still obscured she raises her chin; he notes that had her eyes not been covered her strong blue gaze would be locked with the forest green of his own.
"Yes Sir!" she says with indomitable certitude. He smiles to himself he was so proud of the strong willed woman in front of him and with a happy sigh he pushes the key in to the door and turns it, push the heavy door wide and guides her in to room.

He leaves her standing a metre or so inside the room as he turns back to shut and lock the door. There is no sound in the room but for her heavy breathing and his footsteps as he makes his way to her. Upon reaching her, he runs his index finger delicately up her spine, feeling her shiver from the top of her head right to the tips of toes. Leaning in he plants a trail of hot moist kisses along her right shoulder each one longer than the last, her breathing becoming soft pants as she feels the moisture start to accumulate on the inside of her labium. His left hand finds the knot that secured her dress in place making quick work of it and with that it slides down her body ending at her feet in a pool of purples.

She gasps in shock but no sooner is the small sound out of her mouth does she feel the strike of his palm on her shapely derrière and the sound of his voice in her ear.

“Shush little one!” he orders.

She bites her lip to keep in the elicit sounds dying to escape her as his hands roam her body, caress and needing her soft flesh before bringing his attention to her already erect nipples.
“Mmmm!” he muses to himself as he starts rolling and pinching each nipple to his own sequence between his thumb and index. She can not help but move against him, leaning her head back against his chest for support naturally arching her back and pushing pliable breasts further in his hands.

“ I think my little one likes having her nipples played with, I wonder if she will like…” but he never finished his sentence, instead opting to show her. His right hand left her breast and found its way in his trouser pocket pulling a medium sized g spot vibrator from it. She did not notice until it was buzzing gently and soundlessly against her ever-swelling bundle of nerves and bucked unexpectedly in to the vibrator and his hand. Her mouth was open in an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out as she swiveled and bucked her hips as he continued he ministration with both the vibrator and his hand play with her nipple.

He chuckled watching her struggle to get more friction from his hand and the vibrator, he could feel her juices dripping from her sex in to his hand; she was ready and it had not taken long at all. He loved how responsive she was to him. “What colour are little one?”
“Green Sir. Very green!” she panted in answer.
“Very well.”

He changed the setting on the vibrator and used her own juices that were coating his hand to lubricate it before he pushed slowly between her glistening folds and then all the way inside her. She barely registered that he had switched off the vibrator before it was being slide inside her and in a way, she was grateful he had yet to give her permission and she had bee so close to a climax.

He took her hand tugging it gently to get her to follow him, they had only taken a few steps when he told her to step up; she did as she was instructed. He then helped her lower herself down on to a set of cushions where she was to lay on her back. Once in position he took out his iPhone and selected a premade play list, she got the shock of her life as he pressed play. The vibrator came to life inside her pulsing to very beat of the music now emanating from his phone, she bit her lip hard as her walls started to contracting the vibrator.

“Do not cum little one! We have yet to have supper…” he informed her a mischevious grin spreading across his face...

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One Week for Sir (part 6) by céri

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He walks his beauty to the door leading into the street. The sharply dressed doorman promptly opens it smiling bright at her beauty in the stunning gown. Dusk now turning to dark, a bright silver moon catches her attention. She pauses to etch the sight into her memory, just a quick moment knowing Master won't want to dilly dally around. Once he exits the bar completely, tipping the doorman quite generously, he offers his arm to her. She takes it graciously, smiling with excitement over the events yet to come. He then walks her proudly around to the side of the hotel.

There in the dark alley she expected to find a car or a taxi waiting. Perhaps even a shiny limo, for this was to be a special evening. But no, there was nothing, he just kept walking her down this dark narrow alleyway. With every step the darkness grew and the air seemed to get thicker. She knew better than to hesitate in her steps, her Master would never let harm come to her, his beautiful prize.

Now at-least halfway down the alley he stops, turns and now stands in front of her. His hands suddenly resting on her cheeks she jumps startled not being able to see much more than his eyes glowing in the moon light from behind her. He leans in silently and kisses his beauty, deep and hard, his hands sliding down her neck , collar bones, and to her breasts. Then squeezes them both hard and pinches her now firm nipples between his thumb and the base of his pointer. He squeezes hard enough to hear her gasp and feel her rise to her tiptoes. As fast as it happened it was gone. The kiss had ended and her breasts left craving more. She slowly opens her eyes and wonders what is to come next.

A light off to the right of her suddenly flickers and glows dimly. Not enough to see much but all he needed. He then reaches up and flips a few curls of her hair and wipes a bit of smudged lipstick from outside her lip line. Smiling warmly at her, he runs his finger softly around her lips.

"My precious, tonight is a very special treat for you. I hope you truly enjoy it and serve me proudly. If you do, there will be more like it in the future."

Then she could see it. That dark mysterious look , the look that made her tremble inside and out. The look that her Master was planning on bringing her to the brink, the very edge of her worst fears. She had been there before, so close to stopping it, it scared her. Being so close almost ripping her biggest fears right out of her chest. She quickly took in a deep breath to calm herself. She know he would never hurt or let anything hurt her. She trusted this man with her very being. Her trembling now under control and her breath back to normal, she manages to speak though softly,

" Master, I will serve you with all the elegance, grace, and exquisite beauty expected of a slave in your keeping. "

He then reaches into his coat pocket and removes a lavender blindfold, perfectly matched to her dress. A proud smile on his lips and a bright sparkle in his eye was the last sight she saw, before darkness. He then took her arm and wrapped his around it and lead her carefully in the direction of the soft flickering light......

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Hold Me...... by Amaranth

Hold Me......

Just hold me in your arms and tell me you love me

Look at me with your beautiful blue eyes

Caress my face with your fingertips gently

Let me kiss those digits individually, one by one

My full red lips transferring my passion into you

Snake your hand around my neck

And lock me with your gaze

Let your eyes send your endearment to my soul through my eyes

Grab my hair tightly and pull me to my feet

Let our lips meet forcefully oh let them meet

Send shudders down my spine as you grab my neck

And pin me against the wall, make me a shuddering wreck

Take my life in your hands, keep me under control

Wake me up inside, Nourish my soul

Bring your sword into play, impale me with force

Show me who's Master, show me my worth

Don't break that gaze I need you inside

Breathlessly whispering my soul back to life

Bring your hand on my face with an almighty crack

Bring the leather of your whip across my back

Let me cry out, wrench the anguish from my being

Let it be so my pain is never seen again

And when you are done, when I have nothing left to reap

Sow me again with the love you hold so dear

Pull me close again, hold your most precious treasure near

Just hold me in your arms and tell me you love me

And give me again to the strength in my soul.

Amaranth

17th March 2013

One Week for Sir (part 5) by akasha

For the start of this series click here: Start

The door clicked shut behind Him. The room suddenly felt empty, and she quickly moved to ready herself for Him, heading first for the shower. Water cascaded down her back, and as she spins to wash the water flows across the knife marks. Tracing the fresh cuts with her fingers, the slight sting a reminder of His love. With the blood no longer flowing, and her body clean, she steps out of the shower and heads quickly for the closet. Pausing only slightly, the excitement of what is to come almost to much to bear.

Inside, a long evening gown, light lavender on the top and pools to a dark purple. The top secured in a knot behind the neck. Gently she moved the dress to the bed, and sets it aside. From her own bag she pulls a long thin silver chain and clips it to her collar, letting it drape between her breasts, and producing a second chain, she wraps it around her hips, connecting to the first. Slipping into the dress she finds a slit up to the hip, showing her entire left leg.

"no wonder He enacted a new rule" she murmmers to herself, thinking anything she wore under material this thin would be clearly visible, that is if she could even find something the slit would cover. Returning to the closet she pulls out the matching heels, higher then she would have ever dared to try before. Slipping them on she stands in front of the long dressing mirror to see. The heels adding height, and accentuating her well defined legs, the slit displaying a long beautiful leg that seems to never end.

She leaves her hair down, and soft curls form naturally as it dries. Her hair flows down and brushed her bare back, sending a slight tingle through her. The anticipation for what the night holds in store for her slowly building as she slips on her earrings and heads for the door.

The elevator door chimes, bringing her back long enough to step in and select the lobby. The doors not even closed, before she is back in her mind again. She feels the pull of the light fabric against her fresh cuts, mentally drifting higher into the clouds, until the door abruptly opens to the restaurant and bar.

There at the bar, He sits waiting, watching. A smile forms as He sees His girl step off the elevator, her image everything He planned. Except as she moves, a glimpse of silver just peeking out from the slit. Their eyes met, and without even the slightest twitch He calls her to Him with His very look.

The room around her seems to disappear, fading away as her eyes remain locked to His. His arm extended as she approached, wrapping around to pull her close. she melts at His touch, the warmth seeping into her. His muscled arm creates a safe, secure, and calming space for her by His side.

His hand gently glides down her bare arm, jumping from her elbow to back, then gliding over the fabric to her hip. The slightest bit of fabric between her bare back and the slit shows another silver glint. His other hand in his pocket, twisting the knife he keeps there, still contemplating. Should He remove this gown with the simple pull of the knot behind her neck, or slice through the thin fabric with this sharp metal. But then again, having her remove it for Him may work just as well.

A grin shows on His face as she watches Him. she knows that look, seeing it many times when a new idea is born, and the excitement builds within her again knowing the night was far from over. She leans into Him, relishing in the calm He brings her. Letting go of the outside stress and demands of her life. Settling into Him, a sigh escapes her lips.

"Come, girl" as he gently leads her away from the bar "you haven't forgotten our reservations have you little one?"

Continue to Part 6


One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them.

Lovers by faye

Lovers

craving the sweet caress

of your lips as fine sake

I approach the door

With shinobi like stealth

As the latch gives way

No sound is heard

It is as if a kami

Had silenced all in it’s courts

I slip through the threshold

Like a ghost unseen

My breath catches

In unexpressed hunger

As your form appears

You lay lazily with

Only a grin covering you

To see you now the lotus

Would weep in shame of your beauty

I slide to your side

Avoiding disturbing the covers

We lay side by side

With touch and taste the ritual begins

On old as time

And young as the lovers

Their souls merging and separating

As their bodies move in a sensuous flow

Each craving the touch

And the end

But wanting it to never end

Finally when they can take it no more

Senses expand encompassing the others feelings

With shrieks of ecstasy and joy

They collapse onto one another

With pants and sweat dripping

They lay close and drift off

To a sated slumber

The Beach by Amaranth

The Beach

ADULT THEMED EROTICA

She stood on the beach, tide gently lapping over her bare feet. She was staring out to sea, the breeze blew her hair back a little from her shoulder, the hem of her sheer dress whipping around her calves. The moonlight bathed her in a surreal glow, a picture of ethereal beauty. The only sound was the lapping of the water and the singsong notes of the breeze in her ears. There was a small smile on her lips and her deep brown eyes shone with the glimmer of happy contentment. She was finally free.

She didn't hear him silently slip from the water, so lost in her thoughts. He didn't see her as he peeled off his wetsuit and hurriedly wrapped himself in a towel in an effort to warm up as quickly as possible. He turned to sit down and stopped dead in his tracks, left breathless by what he saw. Rubbing his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things, he was transfixed by her.

Unconsciously he started to move towards her, slowly, as if propelled by an invisible hand. He was not aware that he had dropped his towel, the moonlight now casting the same ethereal glow from his white skin. Slowly, steadily, he approached her, trancelike in his demeanour, no questions, no second guessing.

She finally heard his footsteps in the sand and turned her head to see who was approaching. She gasped, taken aback by the man she saw. Turning completely she took a step towards him, her soft brown eyes locking with his piercing blue ones. They walked towards each other until they were merely inches apart, still locked, still focussed, they were lost in each other. Their breathing becoming heavier with every palpable moment that passed.

Suddenly he lunged forward and their lips met. Hard and passionate was his kiss, he felt a frenzy of need for her, a deep, animal want. She responded with equal passion, pressing herself to him as their kiss deepened, both with eyes wide open, staring into the abyss of each others eyes, not breaking this passionate gaze.

He lifted her easily, still locked in each others souls, she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her, feeling the tip of his now rock hard cock, probing, seeking her out. She groaned softly, gyrating her hips trying to will him to make that connection, her body aching for him. The unbroken kiss still deep and passionate, lost to everything around them, he trips and stumbles, sending her crashing backwards against the wall of rock behind her. She cries out in pain as she makes contact with it, feeling his cock stab into her at the same time. The kiss was broken, he looked at her with a furrowed brown, concern etched on his face, but her face was the epitome of pleasure, her eyes burned deep and dark with passion, telling him everything he needed to know.

He wrapped his hand behind her neck and started to slowly fuck her, she responded, matching his time, together building up to a frenetic pace. She could feel the cold jagged rock tearing at her flimsy dress, grating her skin as she was forced against the wall with each forceful forward thrust. She groaned louder as the pain added to the intense pleasure she felt. He grabbed her hair and pulled he head back with a snap, drawing into her with hastened ferocity. Grunting she responds to every deep, driving, jarring thrust, every fevered, intense, grinding penetration. He nuzzled her neck in response to the red flash of fire in her eyes, knowing she was ready. "Cum", he said in a hoarse whisper, but she new it was a command and she tried to focus on intensifying the fluttering, the thickening around his thick member. Suddenly she screamed as his teeth sank into her shoulder, this pain adding to her sensations the orgasm came thick and fast. Clinging to him as she could feel his pulsing cock inside her. He was growling against her shoulder, she was shaking and crying against the wall.

He picked her up and carried her back to where he had left his stuff. Laying her down gently on his towel, he laid down next to her and watched her as she stared into the deep depths of the sky. He could see the blue gossamer strandember. Suddenly she screamed as his teeth sank into her shoulder, this pain adding to her sensations the orgasm came thick and fast. Clinging to him as she could feel his pulsing cock inside her. He was growling against her shoulder, she was shaking and crying against the wall.

He picked her up and carried her back to where he had left his stuff. Laying her down gently on his towel, he laid down next to her and watched her as she stared into the deep depths of the sky. He could see the blue gossamer strand emit from his fingertips as he touched her face delicately, tracing a small pattern on her cheek. "Mine" he whispered to himself. He wasn't surprised when, without turning her head she nodded, knowing that she was finally in the place she was supposed to be.

Amaranth

9th March 2013

One Week for Sir (part 4) by ra'naa

For the start of this series click here: Start

She looked up to him, aware of every movement and sound he makes as he bends over slowly, the smell of him filling her senses, and softly kisses her forehead. The warmth of his breath teasing her skin.

All of a sudden, she feels her hands free, and they drop to the bed. He stands above her, his tall frame towering over her, his eyes drinking her all in.

"Now my girl", his voice, deep, almost lyrical with a slight southern accent, each word caressing her ears. "You are dressed as you should be, but is that where you should be?" She looks up to him, a grin on his chiseled face.

It took her a moment, then she realizes what he wants. She quickly moved to the floor, sitting on her heels, her firm legs open wide, pressing her shoulders back, accentuating, her tight flat stomach, her dark wavy hair cascading over her pert breasts, and down her back, her hands palms waiting for whatever he chooses to give her. She’s quick to move her eyes to the floor locking them on his shoes, black polished to a mirror finish, not wanting to lose sight of him for a moment.

Every step he took toward her seem as if in slow motion. He then stops in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear, and raising her chin a bit. "That's better". He then pulls a chair from the desk and takes a seat.

“Who owns you girl?”

As soon as he says *those words*, she feels the tension and any remaining uncertainty leave her body and her thoughts. They have performed this ritual so many times it’s a part of her. No doubt, no mistake, the answer is clear.

“I am owned by, Master” The words flow from her lips as easily as her own name, maybe just a bit easier. She had met other ‘Dominants’ before, off of Fetlife and CollarMe but all they wanted was to get her into bed; for them it was all about sex. She should have known he was going to be different, he is Master.

They then complete the ritual she’s performed in some manner hundreds of times before. He authoritative voice questioning her on things he expects HIS girl to know, at times switching positions or adjusting her current one. When she felt brave, she’d peek up and see him staring at her intently.
After what seemed like forever, she heard him rise and walk over to her, stopping just to her right, the back of his hand brushing the side of her cheek as he softly murmurs “My good girl”.

Holding his hand out to her, and she takes it, and effortlessly, rises to her feet before him. Wrapping his strong arms around her small frame, he pulls her into him, bringing her onto her tip toes. The smell of him was intoxicating, like soap and man and something else - Dominant(?); all she knew was it made her senses sharp and body feel alive for the first time in ages. She never wanted to leave this spot ever. She felt his lips touch her cheek as he softly kissed her, moments before letting her go causing every fiber of her body, to scream in protest.

“My girl, we have reservations tonight. You have exactly 30 minutes to ready yourself. You’ll find what you are to wear in a bag in the closet.” With that he starts for the door. “I’ll be downstairs at the bar waiting.” just then a smirk comes over his face “and don’t forget your new rule girl”. With that he swiftly walked out the door.  Continue to Part 5

One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them.