Role Reversal- The End

     “Good girl.” Jake crooned as she relaxed. “I think you’re ready to play.” Claire wondered what exactly he meant by “play.” Undoing the chains that were holding her waist, he propped her abdomen over his knees, then rechained her. Claire wondered what the hell he was doing, she soon had her answer. Sliding two fingers into her, he prodded, causing Claire to whimper from how sensitive she was.

                

    “Such a good girl.” Jake whispered. “My good girl.” His words shocked Claire to the core. She was his, and she loved it. Jake licked along Claire’s pussy and Claire couldn’t help but bold back a cry of ecstasy. “Do you like this?” He teased.  “Do you like it when I pet your sweet little pussy?” Mewling as Jake tortured her with his tongue, she writhed between him and the chains.

                

    “Shh.” Jake said chuckling. “Good girl.” He was enthralled by how sensitive she was, already on the verge of an orgasm. Feeling mischievous, Jake nipped her, pulling her with his teeth, and earning a half-scream-half-moan. “Do you like that?” Jake laughed as she continued moaning. 

                

      “Are you ready for me?” He asked. “Let me check.” He slid his fingers in and gently prodded, as though he realized how sensitive she must be from his earlier attentions. Without speaking, Jake slide out from under her and tilted her hips, allowing easier access as he slowly sank into her. Claire nodded, her eyes closed as she concentrated on breathing and rocking her hips. “Good girl.” Jake crooned. Claire felt herself rising higher and higher, and bit her lip to keep back a moan.

        Suddenly, her high barreled over her, overpowering Claire’s wishes. “Jake!” Claire screamed as brilliance overcame her. She felt Jake come inside her, prolonging her orgasm.

              

         They both lay there panting, neither bothering to talk. Wordlessly, Jake pulled out of her and redressed. He kissed her mound, making her wet and needy once again, and unchained her hands.  “See you around.” Jake whispered, then he walked outside, with Claire still Struggling to undo the rest of her chains, and drove away. 

Girlfriend test?

So i was with some friends the other day, and some how we got on the topic of this thing called a girlfriend test. Basically its where a girl has to match a ton of controllers to their video game system. Of course being silly little me i offered up that i could do it, and them not believing me sat me down and made me take it. I just have one thing to say on the matter... IN YOUR FACE I TOLD YOU! For those of you who wish to challenge yourself i post the test with this. The second thing i wanted to cover was i have a new update on my pretty picture. ( with much thanks to the ever so lovely  Mr.Wolf)

Doodle time?

   First sorry for not posting as much as of late. But to make up for me being gone I have some very exciting news; an artist I'm very much in love with ( I mean he work of course ;) ) has been very kindly illustrating a scene from one of my favorite pieces. So today I hand over the first attempt sketch to accompany my story Personal Slave. To find more of his amazing work look him up here -> http://sabrwolf.deviantart.com/

Work done by: My lovely Sabr Wolf. 

The adventures of video chatting.

    So remember my good friend pmk222? Well last night for the second time ever -and the first without family around- we video chatted. But let me tell you it was interesting... Due to some recent troubles in school I had asked him for help in some subjects. Little did I know that I wasn't getting any help until I did something for him first. So for the sake of homework being finished I put on my favorite pair of panties, cute ones with a little black bow, and a matching bra on under my clothes. Then I teased him. I striped for him. Maybe even let take a few pictures. And some other stuff. But the main point of this was I learned some stuff. One a rocking pair of panties can do wonders for your self esteem. Two my pretty boy really is a horny little boy unlike he lead me to believe. And lastly I like to show off, like I really like to find out what a man loves and give it to him. Don't you just love it when you learn something new? Speaking of which I still haven't finished my homework... hahaha.

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.