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

THE WOODS by niamh

The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long. 

You reach the clearing take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista. Such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat rock honed by nature, a perfect altar; set on the shores of the peaceful lake, the wide green meadow stretching beyond the shores. The whole clearing ringed with giant oaks, creating a stage for the stars-the only witnesses to this evenings blessing. The heavens adding to the mystical aura of the evening, with the sparkling and twinkling of millions of natures night lights set against the cobalt blue night sky. The wind whispering gently through the oaks, swaying the limbs of the willows and rippling the waters of the lake, carrying nature’s symphony on its wings, perfect music for a nocturnal symphony.

IT WAS A QUIET NIGHT by Destiny*

It was a quiet night. The full moon was shining through the curtains casting a gentle glow over the bed. There was a lone candle burning on the table. It was a night we had only dreamed about. Talked about. And desired. 

We stood looking at each other. You walked to me and my breath quickened. You smelled so good. You reached out your hand and touched my face. Your thumb traced over my lips and I moaned softly. I closed my eyes and reached up my hand to touch your face. When I opened my eyes, you're gaze was deep and intense. "Kiss me baby," I whispered. Your arms pulled me close, and your mouth was on mine. Your tongue claiming me, pulling me in. It was deep, seering me. Possessing me. You moaned. Your hands slid down my back, pulling me tight against you. I felt your hard cock pushing against me. It was hot, intense. Every nerve in me was tingling. 

WILLOWS by niamh {PP}*

Willows

Long ago I was told a story that has become an integral part of my outlook on life. I don’t know if it had its origins in the Native American side of our family or in the Scottish clan that migrated over in the 1860s. Its lessons, however, I have found to be so important that I share it now with all those that might need or want to hear it. I share it now, here, so that maybe there will be a few more that can benefit from the wisdom of generations past, and the lessons Mother Nature can teach us all.

I came rushing into the house in tears after another confrontation with my cousins, all older and all male and very full of their teenage egos and lacking any time or spare thought at that given moment for a very small very female being that was more of an aggravation than anything. As I sat in the library of my great grandparents home with tears flowing down my face my Granda shuffled into the room as was his way and settled close by in the old leather chair and it wasn’t long before the smell of cherry apple pipe tobacco mingled with the scent of old books and the hickory and oak burning in the fireplace. 

He sat for a few minutes more drawing on his pipe and looking out the window, my tears soon stopped as I tried with my very young eyes to see what he was seeing out that window, no matter how I tried all I could see was the woods around the family home, and albeit they were beautiful and a wonderland for me regularly I was lost in consternation at his focus and silence. Before too much longer I heard the tap on the pipe tray and heard the distinct sound of Granda clearing his throat, I turned around still sitting on my knees in the window seat and saw the smile on Grandas face as he held out what seemed like a gigantic and weather worn hand to his only great grandbaby, and the only girl of what he called his Lot. I remember crossing the room and climbing onto his knee and then I remember the story, every word committed to memory of my small self, for future reference and inspiration when I needed it most.

“lass what do you see out yonder window pane?” Granda with the rolling brogue in his voice asked.

“trees granda, and the woods where we play”

“Yes lass but there’s a lesson in those trees, one I think you’re old enough to appreciate now”

He shifted and I smiled, we all loved Grandas stories. I settled in to listen as my Grandas eyes, always shifting in color between blue and green, looked off in the distance again. 

Granda pointed up “what tree is that little girl?”

I laughed, Granda and Grainia taught us all the trees and plants from very early “oak Granda, the protector of the woodland”

“good girl and that one?” he raised his cane to point to a much smaller tree growing near the base of the mighty oak at the edge of the tree line

“a willow o wisp house Granda” I smiled~ it was my Grainias name for the willow.

“That it is lass, now listen close. That little willow tree is actually the strong one girl.” 

At this he laughed I can only imagine the look on my face was one of disbelieve.

 “Its true, the willow is an amazing tree. Mother Nature whispered her secrets to the little willow on the edges of time. You see lass, in nature there are hundreds of types of willows, each a little different from the other, all beautiful, all seeming so frail as they dance and sway on the winds from day to day. They seek shelter from the harsh sun in the shade of the mighty oak, the protection from the elements in the oak rings of the forest. And they grow slowly and not very large in comparison to their woodland brothers and sisters. When we look at the willow we see only the beauty and outward appearance, but when we look at the oak, growing tall and straight and strong, towering over the rest of the green neighbors, we see only strength. 

Here is the truth though lass, Mother Nature she whispered to her little willow  to send her roots deep and wrap them in the arms of the soil and around the roots of the other willows and the mighty oak, entwine and build on the roots, not on the height and breadth like her other trees would do.  The willow followed her instructions and never grew very large, content to sink her roots deep and dance her thin arms on the wind and play in the shadows of the bigger trees. Then the storms came, Mother Natures fury rang through the woodlands and  the might oaks creaked and groaned, the little willow simply bent lower to the ground dancing in the angry winds and shivering at the sounds of breaking wood. The wind was so fierce and the stoic oaks in their stubborn pride as protectors of the forest refused to give way to the force, some broke in half, some pulled up by the roots.”

Granda relit the pipe and motioned out the window at the willow swaying in the late afternoon breeze.

“the little willow wiggled her roots so deep in the soil and danced. In the end, when the rains had ceased and the winds had calmed, the little willow slowly and gently stood back up, straightening herself amongst her sister willows in the first rays of bright sun and reaching her limbs toward the warmth.  The oaks around her stood, battered, some missing limbs, some bent or broken, but they stood; while the others, those without the willows at their base, lay toppled about the ground like sticks.”

I must have frowned up at him because he gave a big laugh, the kind I’ve not heard since he left this world and patted me on my shoulder with that giant paw.

“Its simple lass, the willow with her deep roots, combined with all the roots of her sisters growing in the circle of the oaks, anchored the larger oaks. Sometimes little girl it is better to bend than to break. Strength is not always large or imposing. Remember the willow tree lass, try to be like her and you will always see the sunlight after the storm. Bending is strength in itself.”

From that point on, my nickname in our family was willow.

I heard this story many times throughout my childhood and it never failed to make me smile. I hope you all enjoyed it and can see the lesson and how it might apply to our daily lives. 

Bending is not a weakness, it takes strength and wisdom to submit to another’s will.

DIVORCE by Emmerald *

Divorce, what an extremely dirty word. 

Who actually likes that word? There are many reasons why people divorce. It usually bottles down to lack of attention or some form of abuse or maybe he or she really did make a mistake. 

The day I decided to ask my husband for a divorce was one of the most difficult moments of my life. I just had enough. I opted to leave my cushy materialistically fancy life mainly to protect my children and for my happiness. 

MATCHING ACCESORIES: HOW TO MAKE THE BEST OF A 3+ BDSM FAMILY by Wølfy! *

Humans are a species that are motivated by upgrades. Replacing a regular cone with a waffle cone, washing bathrooms to managing the team members, moving from an apartment to your first home, they all motivate us to continue progressing into the future. Upgrades are usually always good, so there is no reason not to implement them in everything; Even in BDSM.

I like to think of BDSM families as a person with accesories, the person or people being Dom(s)/Domme(s), and sub(s) as accesories. The sub is used and gets satisfaction and the Dom uses and gets satisfaction.

So when a relationship starts, all is well. Everyone is happy, sub is being used, Dom is using. Once that "newly wed" period is over, the couple really start to love one another, and all is well with the world...
Then our natural instinct to upgrade comes into play. "Well if 1 sub gave me so much happiness, then 2 should give me double the happiness!".

THE SHINY FACTOR By PhoenixRed *

When you get into BDSM and D/s relationships, especially if you are new to this, everything seems cool and exciting and pushes boundaries and limits; it's all so overwhelming and wonderful and beautiful!   It’s SHINY!!!

You find someone, you start getting experience and you think:  "I've found my nirvana, this is how I want it to be for the rest of my life!"

And all is good with the universe :)

A CAUTIONARY TALE by squirrels *

Once upon a time there was a man, named Will. Now his peers nicknamed him Captian Will.. Because he liked to jump from ship to ship.

And I'm not talking about the sailing ships either my friends!

First..he dated..my sister...we will call her Missed Opportunity. And while he was dating Missed, he started dating another friend..in secret.

So once Missed and Will broke things off..he had another girl right there.

Sadly but not surprisingly...that too didnt last.and his secong "undying love" was cast away for a third. Now the third, we'll call her Betty, fell hard for good ol Captain Will.

She unknowingly stood proudly by him until he announced in public that he had again moved on and neglected to tell her.

This time to someone I care very much for. :'(

So...Good Ol' Will has struck and I am in a quandry. What wins out? Love that is false and fleeting? Or a heart that cares but cannot protect? Tune in..I'll keep you posted.

I CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE HOTEL ROOM by Knightly Raider *

I Close the door to the hotel room sitting in a chair in the corner as you and your friend kneel on the bed facing each other. Both smiling excited. You close the distance meeting in the middle, a bit nervous. She puts her hand on yours raising it extending your finger. Her lips wrap around it. Her mouth warm as her tongue slides over your finger sucking it. Your nipples swell as she pulls it out lowering your hand to her breast. The wet finger a little chilled as she squeezes your hand causing you to squeeze her breast. 

LOVE MAYBE by Amaranth *

Sat cross-legged on the floor, she looked up, he was busy working and didn't seem to notice her presence. Her eyes drifted to his crotch, no tell-tale bulge, but even so, she bit her lip, fighting the urge to act on her instinct.

This was not the first time she had sat on the office floor, waiting. The silence was palpable, neither needing to speak, both knowing where this would end.

I ARRIVE HOME by Redcurls *

I arrive home, to find Master waiting for me in His favorite chair. 

I slip off my socks and shoes, and walk to the center of the room. He watches as I take off my scrub top, revealing my black silky bra against my porcelain breasts..unsnapping the back, I let my breasts fall from their captivity into the free air, the cold hitting my nipples and making them hard. 

Glancing at Master, and grinning, I grab my thin tank top and slide it on over my head, my nipples visible through the thin white cotton as I pull it over them and down over my waist. Turning away from Master, I untie my black scrub pants and slide them down over my ass, looking back to see Him watching, letting them caress my hips as I bend forward revealing my red lace thong.

PLAYING WITH DANGER by Amaranth * (corrected)

She hissed at the pain. Removing her fingers from the water she applied pressure to the side of the now visible cut, sighing as the blood oozed from beneath it. She sucks it clean, savouring the taste.

She retrieved the culprit, squirming at the shape and length of the boning knife. Gulping she puts it to one side. Eyes glazing, with memories, she smiles.

Drying her hands she slips into the office, retrieving a small key she goes down to the den. The key fits a cabinet attached to the wall, opening to contain a prominent collection of knives. Looking over her shoulder furtively, she pulls out a sheathed dagger.

Nothing precious to look at, simple black sheath, simple hilt. She looks down at it adoringly, slowly revealing the double edged blade from its covering, she giggles, eyes getting wider with excitement.

The full 10 inch blade exposed, she admires it for a moment, twinkling in the harsh neon of the den lights, it looked beautiful. Her stomach flips at its divine sight. Putting both of her hands together, flat, the blade laying between them. The metal ice cold against her warm palms. She smiles at the sensation.

She runs her thumb across the blade, making a sudden inward hiss as the razor sharp blade breaks the skin like butter. Smiling again she lets the blood pool against the blade for palpable seconds, mesmerised by the crimson against the cold hard steel.

"I'll take that", the huskey voice was barely a whisper in her hair as the firm grasp relinquished her hold on the dagger. "I knew you wouldn't control yourself" said the lilting, almost mocking voice behind her. She cast her eyes downwards, desperate to kneel and observe her appropriate position, she was blocked in, she shifted uncomfortably. "sorry um" she mumbled.

Her owner must have sensed her discomfort as the next whisper instructed her to relax and show the damage to her hands. Shaking she put her hands on display, but rather than the expected reprimand, her injured hand was grasped and both bloodied fingers sucked lovingly by her Mistress. Eyes, bewildered, her stomach tied in knots as she watches those full, deep red, pouting lips encircling her fingers. "Thank you ma'am" she purred.

Her Mistress looked at her adoringly "You look beautiful" was what she heard. "Take a step back and let me inspect you". She took a step back and stood for what felt like hours while her Mistress walked round her slowly. Controlling panic at being clothed instead of naked, stood instead of kneeling, her hair swept up instead of framing her face. What was Mistress going to do? Still she stood still, motionless as goosebumbs gently cover her skin at her Mistress' gaze.

Her Mistress was behind her, tantilisingly close, she could feel the warm breath on the back on her neck. She could feel breasts brushing against her back, fingers stroking her hips. Barely touching, she shudders in anticipation, excitement brimming at the proximity. Mind still racing, she needed to kneel, to show the proper grace and reverence, but still she could not.

The movement was sudden, she found herself pulled backwards by her hair, the sharp cold metal against her neck. Breathing staccato, daring not to cry out in surprise. The knife slid downwards, controlled by her Mistresses expert hand. Feint red marks appearing in the wake of the knife, trailing from the centre of her neck to the perfect v of her cleavage. The knife popped the first button of her blouse easily.

She heard the dull thud as the knife was dropped to the floor, the sound of her Mistresses breathing, the bra.

She sighs quietly as her breasts are released. Feeling the waistband of her skirt loosen and her skirt slip to the floor. Jerking as the remains of her blouse is ripped from her body. she stands eyes downcast in just a bra waiting patiently.

She sensed her Mistress moving behind her and sensed when she came to the front. So close, pleasure coarsed through her as fingers glanced off her skin. She feels the metal knife against her skin again, feels the sharp pain as the pressure is applied a little too hard. Pain that sends cascades of pleasure down to her sex.

In her Mistresses hand, the knife traces the line where her breast and bra meet, sliver fine cuts oozing crimson in their wake. Deftly the hand guiding the knife cuts the centre of the bra, it falling instantly from her breasts. Crimson rivlets following the curve of her breasts. She hears the beautiful lilting sigh. The metal knife traces down her torso and across her stomach, leaving red hatchmarks across her milk white skin. Blood ebbing in places where the knife cut a little too deep.

"Open your legs" came the command. She complied readily. Feeling the familiar sensation of leather clad fingers brushing her slit, opening her labia. She groans softly as the fingers toys around her entrance but stop short of penetrating her. She gasps loudly as her Mistress starts rubbing her clit, already swollen and sensitive she shudders at these actions. Breathing coming in gasps as she becomes more aroused. Almost at climax the stimulation stops. She feels hot breath against her mound, and bites her lip in anticipation. The sharp pain in her clit as the knife pricked open her sensitive flesh makes her lose control of her orgasm. "Good girl" was all she heard, feeling juices collecting around her slit, wetting the tops of her legs. Her Mistress let out a satisfied sigh.



Amaranth
17 February 2012

FANTASIA #1 by Amaranth *

She sits at the desk writing. Oblivious to what's happening around her, submerged in her work. She doesn't hear the key in the door or notice the form stood in the doorway.

He watches her, her profile glowing, radiant in the soft light of her desk lamp. Dressed in blouse and skirt with simple heels, she must have started writing as soon as she returned from work, he summised. 

I OPEN THE DOOR by Heaven's Demon

I open the door and peer at the seemingly impenetrable darkness inside. All around me is bright light and in front of the door is a full length mirror. Yes no light can penetrate this gloom. I call out, "my beautiful angel come out." I hear your tears hitting the stone floor. I can feel how heavy this darkness is and at that moment I realize you can not stand alone under it's weight. You can barely move to breathe. The ones who left you here have left you weakened and alone. They stripped you bare and told you that you are flawed. When I sensed this I began the walk through the dark till I stood by your side. I hold out my hand to the sound of your tears.

THE SHOWER by Knightly Raider *

I've been watching you for weeks now, wondering if I should say something or not. Watching as your fists strike the empty air, your legs spinning. God it makes me so hot. Feeling your arms around me as we spar, your hot breath as you pin me with deliberate ease. Fuck it! I thought as I made my decision. Today was going to be the day win or loose, at least I'd know. 

Hey great job today. You said as we walked to the locker room, the only two women in our group. Thanks, but you had me the whole time. I said wondering if you picked up on the double meaning. I know. You said smiling loosening your belt. But your getting better. 

PASSION by Knightly Raider *

I rush into the room sweeping you up in my arms kissing you. My lips pressed hard to yours, your hair wrapped in my hands pulled tight as I squeeze forcing your head back pressing my lips to your neck pulling them back biting down with my teeth. 

Your body shaking your breathing turned heavy. Your leg wrapped around mine pulling your body closer. I spun you around the back of your head resting on my shoulder as I sank my teeth into the base of your neck my right hand sliding down your stomach my left grabbing your breast squeezing it hard your nipple forcing its self against my palm. 

YOU TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT by Knightly Raider *

You take off your shirt and bra leaving your panties on and lay face down on the bed. I straddle you wearing my boxers my dick against your ass. I grab the oil rubbing it into my hands and put them on your shoulders rubbing them. 

My hands slide between the bed and your chest my thumbs on your neck circling the base. I slide my fingers against the sides of your neck rubbing. My hands start drying. I add oil rubbing your shoulders again caressing your skin to the left side. 

I run my hands down your left arm over your fingers and back up squeezing softly on your muscles. Back over your shoulder to your right side sliding down your arm rubbing the palm of your hand adding just a bit of pressure.

THE OFFICE DOOR by Amaranth *

The door is open
You walk across the room to close it
As you turn to walk back to your desk you notice me stood there, where the door had once stood open.
Casting an eye over me, My eyes are shining, my lips are full and red, in stark contrast to my milk white skin. My coat is fastened loosely at the waist and i appear to be shivering stood there in impossibly high boots.

I indicate you should return to your desk and watch you as you walk across the room.

Once seated your gaze returns to me. I hook my finger in the belt of my jacket and pull it loose. It falls open briefly to give you a glimpse of what lies beneath. I lick my lips.

Leaning back against the wall behind me, the coat falls open, revealing the curve of my breasts, following the line of the jacket downwards you can see my navel, smooth and tantilisingly soft.

Lower you can see the merest hint of black silk, barely covering me. There is about 4 inches of flesh at the top of my legs, before the curve of my thighs is hidden beneath the top of my boots.

I allow a hand to stray across my thigh and pry between my legs, just gently probing, enjoying the pleasures of my self exploration.

I slide my hand upwards, tracing the curves of my breast, my other hand moving from behind me to mirror the first

SWEEPING YOU OFF YOUR FEET by Knightly Raider *

I walk to you sweeping you off your feet your arms wrapping my neck holding tightly as I carrying across the room. My lips pressed gently to your but with a fierce passion as I kiss you, want hunger and desire trembling thru my lips as our tongues press together struggling to communicate the needs we have, the pain of longing etched on our frozen eyes tightly shut. 

My hands grip tight as I carry you to the bed laying you down sitting beside you leaning over. I lower my face to your, my lips hovering my breath hot against your skin as your mouth opens. I press my lips to yours barely touching feeling your tongue slide against my lower lip.

My mouth covers yours as my hand slides to the back of your head grabbing your hair squeezing forcing your head back. Your chin raises exposing your throat. I press my lips against it pushing my tongue out gliding it across your warm skin. 

VAN by Knightly Raider *

* WARNING NON-CONSENT STORY *

I walked up behind you grabbing you throwing you in my van jumping in after you. People screaming as I drove away. You reached for the handle it wasn't there. You grabbed a metal bar ready to hit me as I slammed on the brakes. You flew forward hitting the windshield cracking your head blood running down your face