Role Reversal- Chapter two

      Damn. Jake thought to himself, he didn’t think she was that scared. He looked at the unconscious figure chained o the bed. Claire’s tiny body seemed fragile like fine porcelain, held fast by chains. “Eh.” Jake said quietly. “Wake up.” He prodded her arm as her head moved slightly to the left.
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      As Claire opened her eyes she wondered what weird alternate universe she had just awoken into. She started to get up, but found herself unable to move even a fraction of an inch.

“Wha-“ Claire started to say then stopped when she realized that no sound was coming out. Her whole body was sore. A hand touched my thigh causing her to recoil and put up her guard.

“You okay?” Said a dark sexy voice near her. The hand crept up her inner thigh, sending chills up her spine. Jake positioned himself directly over her, forcing Claire to look at him directly. Claire looked at him with terrified eyes. “Shh.” Jake said soothingly. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” This did nothing to appease Claire’s fears. Jake bent down and detached the ball gag gently.

“What are you doing to me?” Claire asked, her voice shaking.

“What do you think I’m doing to you?” Jake said looking at her intently.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” Claire said this empathetically, her face chalk-white.

“How do you know we haven’t even started yet?” Jake said recklessly, grabbing Claire’s hips suggestively.

“Please, let’s not start then!” Claire pleaded desperately trying to move away.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. Sex isn’t bad, you know.” Jake whispered into her ear.

“Yes it is!” Claire cried. “It’s painful and demeaning and horrible!” Jake saw something on her face now that had been less noticeable before terror. Not terror of trying something for first time, but terror of trying something again.

“Shh. I will promise this to you right now. We will play, but I won’t go in you until you ask.” Jake said quietly.

“Pl-play?” Claire stammered her terror and confusion evident.

“Yes.” Jake said. “Play.” He bent down and nipped her clit, causing Claire to yank back as hard as she possibly could.

“Stop! Please!” She begged.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I Promise.” He said licking her clit skillfully.

“Stop! What do I have to do so that you won’t touch me?” Claire cried.

“You don’t have to do anything, just relax and let me take care of you.” Jake said darkly nipping lightly at her clit.

“Please, please don’t hurt me.” Claire begged quietly.

“I will never hurt you, unless you want it.” Jake promised.

“Why would I want you to hurt me?” Claire asked incredulously, momentarily distracted.

“It might happen, trust me.” Smiling as she quieted down, he kissed her pussy as if he was kissing her mouth. Thrusting his tongue in and exploring her thoroughly. “You’re so damn sexy.” He mumbled into her, a liquid fire pooling inside her, begging for release.

“Wait!” Claire screamed to herself accusatorially. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she was supposed to maintain complete control, yet SHE was the one chained to a bed.  

“Please, stop!” Claire sputtered to him, her face burning with embarrassment.

“You know you love it.” Jake said sliding a finger into her and prodding bluntly.

“No don-HOLY CRAP!” She cried as Jake fingered her. “Stop please!”

“Honey, I’m only getting started. I have you booked for the whole weekend.” Jake said in a no-nonsense tone. “By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to stand.” Claire looked at him with terror.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Claire asked her voice and body trembling with fright.

“Sweetheart by the time I’m done, you’ll be screaming for mercy. I promise. No more talking, unless of course you want me to use a gag.”

“Bu-yes, no gags.” She whispered, mortified.

“Yes what?” Jake asked her sliding another finger and scissoring her.

“Holy shit!” Claire cried out as he scissored her. “What the hell?!”

“You aren’t to speak without my permission, and if I let you talk, you will call me Master.” Jake told her firmly.

Claire’s whole body shook as his words sunk in. He scissored her wider this time, causing her to bite back a scream. Slowly the sting faded, replaced by some form of pleasure. Relaxing into the sheets she surrendered to whatever he had planned for her, after all she really couldn’t do much else could she? 

Role Reversal

This is a little something a friend of mine wrote. I'll be posting bit by bit like I always do. But I take no credit for her work. Her her pen name is Rose, Street Rose.

“But, but I-“I stammered as Caitlin Squeezed me into the leather bustier.

“No buts! You promised to meet with my newest client since I’m sick.” Caitlin chided as she whipped a brush through my unruly black hair.

“Only because you told me you were an accountant!  Besides I don’t have any idea what to do with them.” I trailed of hearing the uncertainty in my voice and knowing that in the end she would have it her way as always.

“Now Claire…” She began patiently as though she expected this. “If you ever thought to ask if I was a dominatrix I would have told you the truth. Besides it’s really quite easy. It will be even easier for you since we’re identical, so he won’t know the difference. She prattled quickly pulling out a pair of spiked thigh-high boots.

“What do I even do I mean…” Claire murmured softly giving up and succumbing to her sisters will.

“He doesn’t want a lot of rough work, so don’t worry. Just chain him up and walk all over him, maybe use a light whip. Now hurry or you won’t get there in time.” She finished, pushing me out the door and into my car. “Oh and Claire” She said breaking my startled thoughts. “Never let your client take over, you need to stay in control every second he’s there.” On that note Claire drove off, her body trembling behind the wheel.

As I walked into her ‘office.’ I was appalled. In the first room I entered, whips, gags, feather, clubs, paddles, vibrators, and every sex toy or punishment tool imaginable was pegged neatly on the walls. In the center of the room was a long padded table with chains dangling from it menacingly, and adjacent to it stood a bench covered with leather shackles. Anxious to get out of the main room, I hurried to the next room. A plush king-sized bed filler the room entirely, its sheet a stark black. Hearing a quiet tap at the door, I went to open it and automatically I checked him out.

He was tall, a good 6’ 2” to my even 5”, with olive colored skin. Thick wavy black hair framed his intense green eyes. He stepped in, breaking my thought. As I slid behind him I took the chance to look at him again. Oh god he was strong! Did this man really want to be dominated?

“Mistress?” He started, sounding slightly amused. “Are you ready yet?”

“Yes I’m ready!” Stand at the table and… assume position!” I snapped harshly, trying to cover my embarrassment. He went quietly, but with a menacing smirk dancing in his eyes. He stopped two feet from the edge of the table and turned to face me challengingly. As I tried to push him lightly onto the table, his hands from manacles around my wrists and he swung me easily onto the table.  

Trembling softly on the table, I cower away from him. Trying to get up, suddenly I found myself weighed down. My mind went into panic mode, and I scarcely acknowledged that he was there, until I tried to move again, and found myself belted to the table.

His hand splayed across my stomach and I squirmed nervously. I tried to scream as hands moved lower, but his hand wrapped around my mouth before I could think. “Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. Don’t make me use a gag, you wouldn’t want that.” He murmured. His threats sent shivers rushing down my spine and I went limp. I felt him walk away and tried to hide my shameful terror of not being in is presence.

 I heard his footsteps quickly approaching, and looked towards where he was approaching. As he set a couple of strange objects on the ground he placed his hand on my thigh, I jerked away from him. His laughter shook the room, and he quickly started ripping off what little clothing I had on. I screamed as his hands grabbed me roughly. “Ah ah ah, I warned you sweetheart.” He whispered threatingly. He reached below the table and grabbed a ball gag.

Tears race down my face in fright as he yanked the gag into place harshly. “No more games.” He growled. He started undoing the straps quickly. “I know of a better place to put you.” Chuckling nastily, he yanked me to the ground. I fought against him as he chained me to the bed, earning a hard slap on the ass. The chains didn’t allow me to move a muscle. The fear over took me fading my world to black. 

Airports are naughty?

So this is a bit of a nothing post. I'm sitting at the airport awaiting my flight. Looking around I realize just how fun this could be for a couple. Of course this is making me wish for my new pretty boy Pmk222... Anyhow how much fun would it be trying to sneak the kinkiest toys you can think of through the x-rays. I wonder what they would be thinking when they could see the outline of your favorite dildo, or you best whip. Or even sneaking in to the airport bathrooms for a little sexy time before you board. No! Even better trying to keep your partner quiet while pleasuring them on the plane. Ugh so many good times I wish I could have... I could totally channel this boredom into a really hot airplane sex story... I guess we'll see huh?

Blythe.

Just a lil something that I thought of one night.

I was bored one day and this came to mind when I brought up word. I have no clue how I feel about it so I figure I'd let you guys decide. Here goes nothing...



            Well It was dark out, the street lights barely bright enough for me to see my own car down the street. School parking is just getting worse and worse the more the year goes on. Looking around, I sigh as I tuck a stray piece of messy brown hair behind my ear. I didn't think the meeting would take this long, I guess being class president has its up and downs.  As I start making my way to my car suddenly I hear the weirdest sound. It was almost like some sort of growl, expect wetter. Like the animal was part dog, part snake.

Stopping in the middle of the side walk I look around for the owner of that horrible sound. Just as I was beginning to think I’ve gone crazy from all these late night study groups and meetings, I hear it again. Quickly I take out my phone and direct the light from the screen to where I last heard it. I would’ve sworn it sounded closer this time… I started to try and rub the goose bumps on my arms away.

Suddenly I was being yanked to the ground. My glasses clattered to the cement and my hair was yanked from the messy ponytail it was in, letting it go wild. What the fuck just happened? I think as I scramble back to my feet. My wrist was aching from whatever the hell just pulled me down; the weird part is it almost felt scaly. Bending down I grab my glasses, which my skirt took as an invitation to flash my panties. Without warning something slick and scaly slithered its way up my skirt.

I was paralyzed. I had no clue what to do, I’m pretty sure there’s a snake going up my skirt. What if it bites me?! Oh god… Slowly standing back up right, I bump into something behind me. Without a thought I scream a quickly turn around forgetting the “snake” up my skirt in a moment of panic. When the feeling of scales left my panties I realized that, this wasn’t a snake, it was a part of this huge beast in front of me.

            Screaming I back up, it’s huge yellow reptilian eyes staring at me. Almost like he was undressing me in his mind. And when I say his, I mean his. The fact that it was male was painfully obvious with his giant thing just hanging there. Backing into a wall I’m shaking, my breathing shallow and my heart beat fast. He just walks closer, making me press myself against the wall. Wishing with my whole self I was anywhere but here right now. Then suddenly it was black. Darkness descends on my mind.

I love you like a sister. Chapter 3

The next day I wake up to the sound of my sister’s alarm clock going off. I throw out the usual call for silence, and make it transparent I’m not happy about being waked up this early on my day off from school. Something weird not many people know about me is that as soon as I’m woken up for any reason or anyway. I can’t go back asleep. Like there’s no way in hell I can go back to my dreams in tell the next night. This especially sucked this morning being I was dreaming about the most gorgeous body I know about being bent over a teacher’s desk while I smack her with a ruler and tell her what a bad student she’s been.

Usually I hate these dreams their so perfect that it makes me wish for her even more, wish for what I know I can’t get. Except today I will get it, I remember this with a jolt of happiness.  Still lying in bed fantasizing I hear a knock on my bedroom door.  Instinctively I call out “Who is it?” A soft voice says to me

“It’s Alex, can I please come in?” Not knowing what to do I just try and hide the boner I have from last night’s dream under the covers, and answer her with a yes. Slowly she opens the door and steps in. Just looking at her I could see there was something on her mind, so automatically I reach out to her and asked what’s wrong.

“Come here.” I say. She listens to me for once actually doing as I say. Sitting down on the edge of my bed she looks at me and just starts crying. My mind starts reeling. I have no clue what’s going on here! “What’s wrong? What happened?” Is it some boy I ask to myself? If it is I’m going to kill him. Besides she’s mine no one can touch her but me. Adds some dark whisper in my head. My sister is soft and can be shy at times, but she’s never been a crier.

“I’m...I…I’m so sorry…” It takes her a couple tries to get this out. Quickly I tell her she’s fine she just needs to tell me what’s going on and whose ass do I need to kick? This comment earns me a soft smile and an attempt at a laugh, which turns out to be more of a sob.

“No I’m not sorry about this….” She waves her hand in front of her face. “Well I am… I mean… I’m sorry, about whatever I did to make you not like me.”

“Huh? What do you mean? You haven’t done anything wrong.” Why would she think that? I’m so confused it’s not even funny. I’m sure the look on my face shows that.

“Well I must have, why else do you not want to touch me anymore? Am I not old enough for you? Is my body not right?” She asks with this look of worry on her face. Amazed I just look at her. She thinks there’s something wrong with her? I’m the one who dreams of different ways to fuck her, to make her beg for me. Yet here she is right in front of my thinking something is wrong with HER because I didn’t have the balls to do anything.

“Look at me.” I order, and almost instantly her head shoots up. “Do you really think these things?”

“Y-yes…” she stutters out.

“Well don’t your body is beautiful and sexy, and any older you wouldn’t be nearly and perky and firm as you are now. I like my woman like you. You were made for me to play with.” A doubtful look crossed her face. So I added “And if you really don’t believe me, then you can prove to me why I should keep you around. Prove it to me right now.” I slip off the covers challengingly. My boner surprisingly still present. I honestly didn’t think she would do it, But let me tell you I wasn’t about to complain when she pulled down my boxers just enough to pull me out.

Nervously she looks at me as if I was going to suddenly tell her never mind. I mean sure I felt a little guilty but not enough to turn down a blow job from my little sister. Her hand wrapped around the base of me tenderly, her soft brown hair falling around her like a curtain as she bends down to slowly take me into her mouth. Bit by bit my dick sinks into her warm wet mouth. A gasp escapes my mouth when her lips take the place of where her hand used to be.

Leaning on one hand behind me, I weave the other into her hair. Guiding her head up and down and every once in a while suddenly pushing her head as far down as she could go. She may not be the most skilled, but with her soft lips caressing my dick while her tongue licks me every possible place it’s safe to say it didn’t take me long to get to the point of finishing. 

“Alex, Alex baby I’m gonna finish.” But instead of backing off, she keeps going harder and faster, thrusting me into the orgasm. Cumming into her mouth she swallows it all. Yet she doesn’t stop until she’s sucked me dry.  I fall back on the arm that’s held me up this whole time, flopping on to my bed. Readjusting my boxers Alex crawls up next to me laying her head on my chest.

Turning my head I can smell the shampoo she last used, something citrusy probably orange. Whispering into that amazing smell I tell her that she really is everything I ever wanted in a woman, and everything I will ever need. It sounds cheesy and hooky now, but I think I made her feel much better. 

( I wonder if she's been a bad student?) ^^

A personal post.

      Hello again. I've decided to let myself post a little something personal every once in a while. So today I went on a very interesting date of sorts; I went ATV riding. I mean why don't couples do this more often? It's the perfect chance to spend all day hanging on tightly to your lover, also who doesn't love to get a little muddy. Maybe try a couple jumps? I don't know maybe it's just me but I think it says something about a person when they are willing to be risky and adventuress with you. It makes an amusing statement on how they'll be in bed later on. ;) Needles to say I can see me and him going out again.

    Now on to the more interesting stuff; my writing. So I've started a couple of stories lately, only writers block has been taking over my brain. I'll try and keep lots of interesting things up, but if my posts seem a little rare a few in between, please forgive me. Also please continue to subscribe to me, you guys are amazing and with out readers what is a writer?

     One last thing I promise, I would love some prompts from you guys! Let me hear what dirty little kinks you have, whats that one thing you really want to try but have always been to afraid to ask. It can be anything the more taboo the better, but I'm open to anything. On that note have fun in life, read my writing, and be a little kinky and always sit on the edge of taboo.

Love,
Blythe


Blythe.miller14@gmail.com

I love you like a sister. Cont.

Chapter 2

Still lying in bed together nude an hour later. Cuddling and enjoying each other. Then a startling slam of a door rang throughout the house along with my mother’s voice calling for us to come and greet her. “Alex! Jacob! I’m home!” In a mad dash for clothes Alex falls off the bed. I run out into the hall slipping on my shirt as I go. My mother’s footsteps are getting closer, so I did the first logical thing I’ve done all day. I calm my breathing, fix my hair and turn to her just as she comes up the stairs.

“Hey Mom, I was just going downstairs. What’s up?” I’m acting normal… At least I think I am. I can just imagine a huge sign above my head. Advertising in neon letters ‘I JUST FOOLED AROUND WITH MY LITTLE SISTER!’ She looks at me funny and I think this is it, I’m dead. Grounded for life at least, but she just asks if I knew my t- shirt was on inside out. “Umm it’s just some new thing all the gamers do now, I don’t start the trends I just follow them.” I said, hopefully believable enough to get her off my back. Still staring at me like I just grew a third head, she starts making her way past me to my sister’s room, where I could still hear her bustling around. Quick Jacob distract her!

“So Mom how was your day?” Please work, please work, please work…

“Good, busy. So I got nice tips working tables.” She said. Then asked “How was your day?”

The urge to laugh out loud was almost unbearable. I felt like saying “Good, busy. Got to see nice tits while working my sister.” But of course what tumbled out of my mouth was something more along the lines of “Same old same old ya know? Got math homework tonight…” It was then Alex decided to make an appearance.

As if today was just like yesterday, and the day before that she walks out of her room and takes one look at the small talk me and my mom are trying to make and asks “What’s up?” This is about the point where my mind explodes. She looks so calm and collected while I’m a mess of nerves over here. Mumbling some excuse about that math homework I have a hastily make my exit. And that’s just how it went for a couple of days, me hanging around, mom trying to talk to me and as soon as my sister joined in I ran for the hills. I didn’t even know where to start with processing everything. I mean it’s not like you can Google it.

So instead I watched from a distance, and trust me I was enjoying the view. Still it wasn’t long before I craved for more of her tight ass and cute little pink nipples. So I came up with a plan.

It was made to take place tomorrow at school, that age difference is really coming in handy for this idea. See the sophomores and seniors get the day off while the freshman and juniors are doing some career day thing. The next day is when the rest of us get to enjoy the lectures of business men and guys from the military.  This makes in amazingly easy to sneak in during their lunch break and grab Alex. I kind of know this class room on the second floor none of the teachers are using this year, this pretty much would be the place I would somehow convince her to follow me into. From here I would get to have a fix of my favorite drug. Alex.