His Night (part 3) by Kellsbells

Your body tenses as your sight is taken away, feeling soft hands running over your shackled arms, down over your chest. You feel a second set of hands unshackling you from your bonds. Your arms falling to your sides. 

Pushing my knee between your legs, my hot lips brushing yours, I tug firmly on your collar.

'This way boy' I whisper leading you across the room. 

We come to a halt, your thighs pressing against the wooden table.

You feel warm breath against your ear, ' now my dirty little slut boy, you are going to be good for your Domina aren't you?' 

'Yes Domina' you whimper, oblivious to the eyes watching you. 

Gripping the nape of your neck, I push your head down, your chest and cheek coming to rest upon the smooth wooden table. I forcefully pull your arms behind your back, slapping cool metal cuffs around your wrists. 

'What are naughty dirty whore boys for ?' I question you, tapping your ass with the tip of a leather crop. 

Whimpering, you squirm

'Answer me!! NOW boy!!' I growl, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

'Ahhh for your pleasure Domina!' You groan. 

'Shhh good boy' I say soothingly, stroking your firm ass. 

My hands sliding around your ass, gripping your hips I kick your feet apart 'that's right baby, I know what you need' I giggle as you push your ass out.

His Night (part 2) by Kellsbells

You flush a scarlet red, wondering what I have planed for you.   Rising from my chair, I clip a leash to your collar ' come liam' I say tugging on the leash.   You move to rise on to your feet 'no boy! Crawl!!' I growl 

Lowering your head, you obey. I lead you across the vast room toward the table of objects, you are aware of the eyes in the room watching you.  ' now you may stand liam' I look down at you smiling. 

You rise to your feet, I hold your chin in my hand, kissing you softly. 

' are you ready my beautiful liam? Miss V would you like to do the honors?' I say twirling around to face her.   Miss V takes your leash in hand, leading you over to the wall where shackles dangle. She presses you back against the wall, placing the cuffs firmly around your wrists. Your mind in a whirl, heat coursing through your veins. 

Another of the guests approaches with a female sub, she's tall, with long dark hair and fair skin. 

He forces her onto her back, with a fistful of her hair, onto a long wooden table, he proceeds to bind her hands and feet with rope from the table of objects. A soft blindfold is placed over her eyes. 

The tall slender man who greeted you at the door arrives, you watch as he places strawberries and raspberries over her naked body.

I look over at you as I approach the naked slut, leaning down sucking her nipple. I take a strawberry between my teeth, feeding it to her from my mouth. I repeat the process as some of the other guests eat off her soft body. She moans as she feels the wet mouths caressing her body. 

'Are you enjoying this my boy?'  You nod, pulling on your restraints. 

'Are you hungry liam?' I ask 

' yes Domina' 

I walk over to you, holding one strawberry in my between my fingers, pressing to your lips. Instinctively you open your mouth, I quickly pull the strawberry away, grinning at you. 

' tell me boy, is that hard cock for me?'

Blushing you nod your head.  Rubbing your cock I feed you the strawberry, turning to look over at the female sub being used.  She moans loudly as fingers are forced into her cunt and cock shoved down her throat. I watch you as you take in the events unfolding before your eyes. Your heart quickening, breathing becoming more rapid. My grip tightens on your cock, and you whimper the way I love, as you watch the whore writhe in ecstasy.

' now it's your turn whore boy' I whisper as I cover your eyes. 

Written by kellsbells

His Night (part 1) by Kellsbells

You arrive at the requested address, stepping up on to the porch, you ring the doorbell, your heart in your throat.

A tall slender man opens the door, he's dressed impeccably well, dark suit, a white linen shirt.

He eyes you up and down, smiling a bright welcoming smile.  'Good evening Mr Smith, follow me please'  You are led through the entry way of the large house, through a hallway with paintings of knights and maidens, up a large staircase and led into a dimly lit room. 

'please wait here Mr Smith'

You take a seat on the dark leather couch, taking in your surroundings.  On the wall you see a large painting of an almost naked woman, a muscular man holding her close to his chest. Your mind wanders, wondering why Domina has summoned you here. 

The door opens and you are greeted with a devilish grin,  ' thank you for coming liam, I know it was short notice'  I stroll across the room, standing before you, lifting your chin so you meet my gaze. 

' liam, kneel for me, now'

You obey silently, looking up.  I run my finger tips softly over your cheek. 

'Liam, do you trust me? Do you trust I will keep you safe? Do you trust that I want to give you immense pleasure, the desires of your heart?'

'Yes Domina' you reply

'such a good boy. Now, remove all your clothing, be prepared liam, what awaits you will bring you great, great pleasure' 

You obediently do as commanded, feeling wary, exposed, a burning deep within your stomach. 

I run my fingers over your chest, up along the crook of your neck. Placing my collar loosely around your throat. 

' there, you do look so divine wearing my collar' I say gazing into your eyes.

Taking your hand I lead you out of the room. You follow me back down the flight of stairs, taking a left into a large dining room, feeling vulnerable due to your nakedness. 

The room is filled with men and women, some naked, wearing plain dark collars.  ' these are my guests liam, they will joining us for dinner' I grin at you.   I tug on the collar leading you over to the dining table.   'You remember Miss V & Master Apple ?'  You nod in response.

'you will take your place beside me while we eat liam. Kneel next to my chair'

You immediately obey.  'Good boy' I say stroking your head. 

As conversation takes hold, you take in your surroundings. Noticing a small table against the far wall. You eyes widen as you take a closer look, seeing whips, rope, leather cuffs, all sorts of objects neatly laid out.

' yes my boy, your eyes should be wide. I know what you need' I whisper 

You look down, blushing.   I giggle as I shift, angling my body more toward you. Slipping my shoe off, I trail my toes along your inner thigh, stoping just below your cock.  You whip your head up, looking around seeing that some of the guests are watching.  You feel exposed and uneasy, but your cock rises to my touch. Gently I flick your clock with my foot, grinning wickedly at you.  You look from me to Miss V, who is also grinning at you.  She says ' isn't it time for dessert? ' ' oh yes!! Indeed it is !! Shall we enjoy our dessert friends?' 

Written by kellsbells

Love by kinky

Love

Is when u are enveloped in the strength and the world feels at ur feet that is love 

When u look into the morning haze n see nothing but sunshine yet to come that is love

Love can pick u up be there for u making sure u are safe n surrounded 

To be loved truly loved is such an amazing feeling and amazing warmth that rushes over u 

One small thing can be made to feel like the most important most wanted when surrounded by such a feeling 

So many forms of the same feeling so many ways to express it 

Love isn't judgement love isn't supposed to hurt love is nurturing patience and kindness 

Love is one of the most amazing feeling to ever feel 

Fortunate are we to feel the warmth envelope us holding us tight never allowing it to escape our grasp

Love is always there it is forever unconditional. 

Written by kinky

For Daddy by Amaranth

For Daddy

People think its strange that I call him Daddy

This giant of a man who makes me feel small

Treasured and tiny wrapped up in his arms

So strong my feelings I give him my all

People frown at me that I call him Daddy

This giant of a man that loves me so much

Caresses my face with fingers so gently

Skin tingling, body shaking at his slightest touch

People are judging that I call him daddy

My mentor, my guide, my teacher, my heart

The one who embraces me despite all my foibles

Loving him dearly, never wanting to part

People may snigger that I call him my Daddy

Arm in arm as we take a stroll

Wondering why it tickles them so much

Shame that there judgments are not in control

So why, they do ask, do you call him your Daddy

This giant of a man who loves you so

Surely you should call him your partner

Your husband, your better half, your spouse or your beau

Oh no, I say, he is truly my daddy

He takes care of me, gives me all that he can

He loves and cherishes and adores every atom

That is surely my daddy and definitely my man

Amaranth

9th April 2013

If you're on tumblr, you can follow Amaranth's on her blog: http://amaranths-world.tumblr.com/ 

Standing by faye

STANDING

I stand before you 

open and closed

awaiting your judgment

by my standards I am young

with less than a hundred years under my belt

I have been married

I have been single

I have known love

And I have known despair

I have been to college 

And I have flipped burgers for a living

I have been homeless and 

I have owned a home

And I stand before you 

open and closed

awaiting your judgment

I’ve been healthy

I’ve been sick

I’ve been a child playing without care

I’ve been loved

I’ve been hated

I’ve been a student making ends meet

I’ve been young

And I’ve felt old

And I stand before you 

open and closed

awaiting your judgment

I’ve been wise

I’ve been foolish

I’ve done things I regret

And I’ve been proud of things I’ve done

I’ve raised a family

And I’ve had no kids

I’ve believed in god

And I’ve denied him

And I stand before you 

open and closed

awaiting your judgment

but you know FUCK THIS!

I’m only on trial because

YOU have a problem

Your problem is I changed What I was born as.

And somehow in your eyes it condemns me

But you know take your judgment and SHOVE IT!

Somebody by Destiny

“Please save me” Somebody cried

Nobody did so Somebody died

Anybody could have done more

Now Somebody lies dead on the floor 

“Spare some change” said Somebody on the street

Nobody did for they thought Somebody a cheat

Anybody could have spared some cash

Now Somebody is forced to eat from the trash 

“Please give my baby a home” Somebody pleaded

Nobody gave the baby what it needed

Anybody could have offered some aid

Now Somebody’s baby is alone and afraid 

“Please stop” Somebody said who’s car broke down

Nobody stopped for a stranger out of town

Anybody could have helped the stricken Range Rover

Now Somebody is in a coma because they got run over 

Somebody is nameless and could very well be you

For Nobody and Anybody the same is true Somebody, Nobody and Anybody all the same 

You’ll know the difference one day… 

When you know their name

An Unexpected Evening by Atros

Quietly and smoothly, she pads into his study, tired from a long day at work, but happy to be home.  Walking up to his chair where he is sitting working on his computer, she kneels down quietly, her face downcast as she waits.  Patiently she waits, resting on her heels as he continues working, intent on his project.  She startles slightly at the sound of his voice, his eyes not turning to look at her, as he speaks.

"I have laid out some clothes for you on the bed.  Put them on, then wait by the front door for me."

"Yes, Master."  Gracefully, she rises back up to her her feet and silently pads out of the room, walking down the hallway and turning into their shared bedroom.  Eyes widening in surprise, she looks at the dress, surprised to find her long black evening gown lain out for her.  A small smile plays across her lips as she slips out of her work clothes, setting them aside.

Reaching down to pick up the dress, she holds it to her skin briefly, enjoying the feel of it against her bare skin as she slips it on.  Turning to look into the mirror, she pauses a moment to admire the dress.  She slowly traces her fingertip down the plunging neckline over her smooth skin, and smiles at the hint of thigh peaking as her leg presses against the slit.  Reaching up, her fingers run over the smooth steel ring of the collar on her neck, the only Jewelry adorning her body.  She smiles to herself, satisfied that everything is as it should be as she goes to wait by the front door for him, her head bowed.

A couple minutes later, he enter the room, dressed in his own formal tuxedo.  Silently, he admires her for a moment, his eyes rolling along the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts accentuated by soft, delicate fabric.  Walking up to her, he hooks his fingertip under her chin, tilting her face up as he looks into her eyes.  "Do you trust me?"  he asks her, fully confident of what her answer will be.

Trembling slightly at those words, she replies quietly, her voice whispery.  "Of course, Master."  He nods in approval, dropping his hand from her chin to reach into his pocket.  His eyes remained locked onto hers, watching as she seems them widen as he starts to pull out a long length of delicate steel chain, draping it over his other hand.  

Reaching down to take her hand in his, he lowers the hook hanging at the end of the lead and lowers it into her hand before closing her fingers around it.  "Show me," he orders, his voice firm and confident.  Shivering, she takes the end, and reaches up, hooking it to the smooth steel collar at her neck.  "Very good, My pet," he acknowledges with a nod, watching as he sees her chest start to rise and fall faster in excitement.  

Silently, he reaches into the front of his, pulling out a long, rolled silk scarf, running his fingers along it before speaking again.  "Turn around,"  he commands in his quiet but firm voice, watchin as she turns in front of him.  Watching as she turns silently, he nods in approval, tracing his fingers along the smooth, bare skin of her back.  Quietly, he takes the scarf, and raises it above her head before lowering in front of her eyes, wrapping it and tieing the blindfold in a firm, secure knot, letting the ends hang down with her hair.

Smiling, he opens the door and gently pulls on the lead, motioning her to walk, his eyes watching her carefully as they walk down the front path of their home, his hand tapping her shoulder to stop her before she hears him open the car door, gently guiding her in and shutting the door.  He walks around and enters, reaching over to take her hand and squeeze it gently, reassuring her before starting to drive in silence, letting the sense of anticipation build as they take the seemingly long drive to their destination.

When they arrive, he reaches over and squeezes her hand again softly, and she listens as he climbs out, hearing his footsteps and the mill of people around before he opens the door, taking the chain lead and her hand again to guide her back to her feet.  She hears the crowd around outside hush as they notice her, as well as the jingle of keys being passed before hearing the door slam again, the car starting back up as the valet parks the car for him.  She trembles in excitement as he leans over and whispers into her ear silently.  "We're almost there.  I won't let anything happen to you that I don't want to happen."  

She nods silently as she holds his hand, squeezing it tightly as he starts to lead her into the building, the crowd around them hushing as they walk by.  He takes her off to the side, and silently guides her up the stairs, watching carefully to make sure she doesn't trip over her dress or the steps as he leads her off to the side, and through a set of doors.  There he stops her once again, stepping behind her, and untying the the blindfold.

Blinking, she looks around, trying to see where she is, her eyes taking in the view of the theater below her, watching as the crowd mills around and chats in the seats below them.  Looking around more carefully, the takes note of the box seat, the comfortable plush seats moved next to each other as they look down to the theater below.  She turns and looks at him, her eyes bright as she looks to him for guidance, a look of questioning on her face.

"I knew you've been wanting to see this since you heard they were in town.  I was reluctant, but decided that you deserved a special treat, but on my own terms."  Pulling gently at the lead again, he guides her into one of the seats before sitting down next to her, wrapping an arm around her and holding her close as the lights start to go down, the orchestra in the pit finishing their tuning.

The music starts playing, and soon she is entranced, watching as the marvelous production below her begins, getting lost in the show, watching as the singing and dancing goes on below them, as she clutches his arm tightly, occasionally leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Intermission arrives, and they sit quietly, holding each other close and commenting on the show, but the feel of the collar and chain still very prominent.  As the second act begins, he runs his down to her bare thigh, tracing his fingers slowly up and down her soft skin, gently pushing her thighs apart silently, his own eyes continuing to watch the show.  Slowly they continue tracing up close to her bare sex, before dragging back down, making her squirm slightly in her chair.

Silently, with the shadows hiding a grin on his face, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small object, holding it in the palm of his hand before tracing his fingertips back up her thighs, this time letting them slowly tease around her pussy lips, making her squrm slightly in her chair, spreading her thighs wider for him.  Smiling at her reaction, he takes the small egg and gently pushes it against her damp lips, pushing it inside her slowly, smiling at her reaction, before pulling his hand free.

She looks at him and pouts, before settling back in, curled up against him as she squirms slightly in her chair, her thighs rubbing together as she reluctantly turns her attention back to the show.  She smiles, and as soon as her attention has shifted back to the stage, she suddenly feels a buzz inside her, finding out that the egg he had slid into her was remote controlled. She turns to look at him inquisitively, wondering what he's up to.

Raising his eyebrows, he keeps his face passive, turning to watch the stage pointedly.  She leans up against him shivering in pleasure, her breathing quickening as she clutches tight against her arm.  Suddenly, she feels it shut off, leaving her trembling in confusion and desire as she remains pressed up against him, panting softly.  He looks over and whispers softly into her ear.  "Is everything alright, my pet?"

"Everything is perfect, Master," she pants as she presses tight against his arm, her thighs rubbing together. As she squirms against them.

Smiling at her response,  he reaches back into his pocket, palming another small item.  Grinning, he whispers into her ear, "The night is still young, my pet...", tracing his fingers along the neckline of her dress.  Quietly, he slips his hand under the cloth, and tweaks her stiffening nipple to full hardness, before attaching a small tweezer clamp, tightening it around the hard bud.  Feeling her jump at the sensation, he shifts his hand over and attaches the other clamp, before tracing the connecting chain down below the neckline of the dress.

"Oh yes... the night is definately still young..." he grins as the turns the egg back on, shifting his attention back to the show.