What Happens In Dallas…

Missy, Sissy, Lizzie, Millie, Susie, Betty, and Debbie, known back in high school as the “Seven Blonde Babes”, still did everything together. Though their high school days were far behind them—most had children and all but Lizzie were married—they were still best friends, and no matter how hectic their lives, still got together the last Friday of the month for a girl’s night out.

They met up at Lizzie’s after work, did each other’s makeup and hair, put on their party clothes, then piled into Lizzie’s Suburban. From there it was about a thirty-minute drive to Dallas, where they hit the bars and drank and danced into the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes they did more than drink and dance, sometimes the night’s entertainment contained a man or two. Or more. But they always had to be the right sort of men, the alphas who were into rough sex, spankings and such. All the Seven Blonde Babes were into kink, and none of the six who were married ever got enough from their husbands. And since they always spent the night at Lizzie’s following their night out, no one was expecting them home. They could let go.

It was all just innocent fun, and what happened in Dallas stayed in Dallas.

So, when two guys came on to them, two good-looking macho guys dressed in expensive suits, then invited them to take the party to Mitch’s (the taller of the two) house, the Seven Blonde Babes conferred and all agreed that it sounded like fun. Two guys, seven girls…the possible combinations were endless. And who knew, they might get tied up and face-fucked, or at the very least get a good spanking out of it, especially if they asked nicely and said pretty-please. Continue reading “What Happens In Dallas…”

Best Laid Plans

I’ve rode motorcycles most of my life. No matter which way my energy flows riding a bike grounds me. When I’m angry I ride. When I’m happy or sad I ride. If I’m confused and need to think… you got it…I ride.

I’m sure you get my drift. So, anytime I have to do without riding my life seems out of balance. Exactly the condition I found myself in lately because some drunk motherfucker cut short when turning left from the road he was on and clipped the front of my bike while I was in the right-hand turn lane.

While my bike jolted and twisted out from under me to the left, the inertia catapulted me ass over end to the right. And the intoxicated buffoon continued down the road, weaving all over the place: a hit and run.

So, you can imagine how good it felt to be astride my new Harley-Davidson as I cruised down the street, cut the engine, and coasted into our driveway. I wanted it to be a surprise to kat.

She wasn’t expecting me home for another hour. And she was in the bedroom at the back of the house exercising with the music playing. So, she was startled, like a deer in the headlights, when I entered.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked.

“I want some quality time with you,” I said.

Which piqued her interest.

“But not here,” I said. “Get dressed and wear your black knee-high boots.”

Kat took some time to freshen up, but was still ready within a half-hour.

She rarely asks where we’re going. She knows me too well. It can be anything from a walk in the park to an elegant dinner to a week in Las Vegas and I still won’t tell.

In my view, everywhere we go is to be used for quality time. Yes, even day-to-day running around. It took me a long time to find my perfect mate. So, we try to make positive memories out of practically everything we do.

When kat was about to exit the house, I stopped her.

“Pull your leggings and panties down,” I said. “And face the door.”

She looked at me inquisitively but complied.

“Spread your cheeks,” I said, while reaching into my pocket.

Knowing what was coming this time, she again complied.

I placed a large dollop of Astro-Glide on the top of the bejeweled butt-plug, then began to rotate it around her tight little anus. After the plug and her asshole were well lubed I began to tease her while testing the resistance of her sphincter to accept the object.

I continued until she began to softly moan and the resistance waned. And I slowly but firmly eased the plug thru the puckered portal of pleasure that has given me more positive memories than I could ever recount.

I grabbed a fistful of kat’s hair and held it tightly as I whispered close to her ear.

“Release your cheeks,” I said. “Now bend forward, hands on knees, legs apart.”

She obeyed.

Without hesitation or explanation, I began to spank kat’s sexy ass. I predominantly start barehanded, and this was no exception. Mostly to warm her up before the harder spanking to come; but also, for my pleasure: enjoying skin-on-skin.

It didn’t take long for her to moan, and her body squirm under my tactile attention. And the double sensations—butt-plug and stinging cheeks—quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm… which I denied.

I gave her a moment to compose herself as I grabbed a belt and folded it in thirds (my preferred style) instead of double like most people I’ve seen.

The swish of the air, loud crack of leather on bare flesh, and the suppressed yelp elicited from kat sent chills thru my body and my cock strained against the zipper of my jeans.

Kat’s whimpers and moans, when she’s completely aroused, also thrill me to the core.

Fuck it! I thought.

I originally planned on denying kat an orgasm before we took the ride. But I’m a spontaneous kind of guy, who thinks most plans are just guidelines. They can be altered at any time.

I gave kat two groupings of fifteen swats with the belt, then fondled and finger-fucked her sopping wet cunt after each grouping. Then finished with a long, hard grouping of thirty swats, that she couldn’t quite finish, beginning an impact orgasm after the twenty-seventh swat: though I finished the other three anyway.

Kat screamed “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” to begin the physical release, which lasted over a minute.

During that time my want became need, and I firmly pushed her against the door, spread her legs wider, forced her to thrust her ass out, shoved down my jeans and shorts, and thrust my throbbing cock deep into her wet pussy.

I fiercely wanted an orgasm but I remained in control and alternated my thrusting patterns. I slammed it in and eased it out, followed by steady half-in half-out thrusts, followed by a rapid in-and-out motion just at the entrance, followed by the slow but constant deep thrusts—which brought kat off again. So, I jackhammered her deep and hard, which sent another orgasm coursing thru her body as I finally shot my cum inside her quivering cunt.

I held her firmly till the throes of orgasmic release subsided, then continued to hold her simply because I love to.

I still planned on showing her the new Harley and taking her for a ride. But, at this point, we could both use a little freshening up.

Disrespect

Kat knew alcohol was no excuse. It merely lowered her inhibitions enough to follow through on something she had been curious about for quite a while. What would Alpha do if she ever disrespected him.

Kneeling beside the bed—wearing nothing but her collar and panties, with the belt draped over her thighs—she recalled how she had originally envisioned disrespecting Alpha while they were alone. She had only wanted to push it just enough to see what he would do.

She could not get enough of his erotic spankings and impact play. And she was surprised to realize the additional control he exerted over her during maintenance spankings actually increased her arousal substantially; so much so, she became increasingly interested in knowing what a real punishment session would be like.

She and Alpha had been together several months at this point. But they were so compatible, and communicated so well, that she had never done anything deserving punishment. So, it was up to her to initiate an incident that would end in a punishment session. Unfortunately, the plan went astray.

Kat thought they would be alone on this Friday evening, but a couple of Alpha’s old military buddies dropped by unannounced, with their ‘main squeezes’ riding bitch on the back of their Harleys.

Alpha had served in an elite military unit prior to receiving a medical discharge after being wounded.

During his tour of duty, he and four of his teammates, all Harley riders, formed a tight bond: a real ‘band of brothers’ as the saying goes.

Kat had heard stories of how tight the guys were—having gone in-and-out of harm’s way multiple times together—but this was the first time she had seen it firsthand.

Normally, she would be supportive in such situations. But, the combination of the night not going as planned, having to play hostess while entertaining the two ladies she’d found little in common with, and a few too many alcoholic beverages set the stage for the inevitable—she blatantly disrespected Alpha in front of his special guests.

Alpha, always in control of his emotions, calmly ended the evening and bid his friends adieu, after setting up another get-together in a couple weeks. Before locking up the house and turning everything off, he told Kat to strip down to panties only, choose an implement of punishment, and kneel beside the bed.

The time alone waiting for Alpha to enter the bedroom heightened both her apprehension and arousal. She knew her Dom well enough to know he would never lose his cool: he loved her and would keep her protected and safe. But she equally knew being disrespected was a major issue with him. He treats everyone with respect and expects it in return. So, she knew he would not let this pass. She only hoped she could endure it without falling to pieces, or getting mad; after all, she brought it on herself. And yet, in spite of it all, she could not deny the arousal that enveloped her with the knowledge that the man she loved would exercise his complete authority over her. Something that has always made her weak in the knees, soft in the heart, and wet between her legs.

During the beginning of their 24/7 D/s relationship it was agreed that Alpha had complete authority over her body, and while she was allowed hard and soft limits for normal sex sessions, she had no say over her punishments.

A shiver traversed her spine as she heard footfalls in the hallway, and she squeezed her thighs together.

She felt his presence enter the room before seeing him, and her breath became shallower.

He came up behind her and she saw something quickly drop by her eyes, then felt the soft fabric of a scarf separate her lips. It caught her by surprise, as Alpha secured it in place. He has shoved her panties in her mouth on occasion, but he has never gagged her securely like this before.

“Your mouth has got you into trouble,” Alpha said calmly. “And I’m not going to listen to any excuses.”

He tested the tension on the gag: tight enough to impede speech, but loose enough to allow air-flow.

He grabbed a fistful of Kat’s hair as he leaned forward to speak close to her ear.

“You will take the consequence of your action,” said Alpha, “because it’s obvious that you did it on purpose.”

Kat noticed that Alpha’s tone was different, then she realized why. He wasn’t just disappointed in her, she had really hurt him. And she immediately felt awful.

She had been so focused on the possibility of experiencing a new level of impact pleasure/pain, that she failed to contemplate what her action would do to Alpha emotionally.

Alpha is a strong man and rarely opens up emotionally to anyone; yet, he has opened up to Kat more than anyone… ever. And she just did something to him she knows he hates.

Kat no longer wanted to experience the punishment out of kinky curiosity. She now believed she deserved whatever punishment her Daddy planned to administer.

“Arise,” said Alpha, “and stand centered at the foot of the bed.”

Kat complied.

“Drop the belt on the bed.”

She did.

“Bend forward,” he said. “Arms straight out to the sides.”

She got into position, and Alpha secured her wrists to the cuffs and chains attached to the posts.

He positioned himself behind and slightly left of Kat’s bent form. He then caressed her pantie-clad ass, as he spoke.

“There will be after-care,” he said. “We will then put it behind us and move forward.”

He slid his hand under the waistband and pushed her panties down, again surprising Kat. He’s always begun the erotic and maintenance spankings with her panties up. And that wasn’t the end of her surprises.

Alpha reached forward and took hold of the belt.

Oh, my god! Kat thought. He’s not going to warm me up with hand spanking first.

Alpha leaned forward to speak to Kat once more.

“Erotic and maintenance spankings are to be enjoyed,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Punishment would not be a deterrent if I made it pleasurable.”

In the moment that Alpha stood, a side of Kat both understood and accepted the need for punishment to remain a deterrent.

Then another surprise occurred. As Alpha reared back, then delivered the first belt lash across Kat’s bare bottom, thoughts from Kat’s darker, deeper, kinkier side arose, and she couldn’t help getting aroused over being totally controlled by the man she adored…the same as when he ravished her passionately. So, while part of her disliked the intense pain, the other side of her hoped it was just the beginning of a long hard session.

Obsession

When a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

The spent form before him glistened from the staggered moonlight squeezing between the half-closed blinds. His sweat mingled with hers. His the more abundant, the outpouring of intense effort.

No outward effort on her part, though equally intense…for she had to endure.

Naked. Completely exposed to his wandering eyes and roaming hands. A visual feast. A tantalizing tactile trip from head-to-toe, with countless repeat journeys.

The first ninety-minutes of the session spread-eagled on her back: wrists and ankles bound. The second half of the session on her stomach, ass raised on pillows. No gag. Never a gag. It’s such a fucking turn-on to hear, with clarity, every whimper, moan, groan, and scream his obsessive use of her body elicits—but especially the words.

Though he is a man—and like most men, visually stimulated—never discard auditory arousal. The rush he gets when she pleads to be spanked and fucked harder triggers a harder erection. When she begs him to “please stop,” knowing full-well he’ll push her to the next level can actually add an inch to his member. And when she screams “Daddy” in the throes of orgasmic release, he’s forever thankful to be a man—and a natural Alpha.

So, when a long-term fantasy becomes a mind-blowing reality, does the object of obsession decrease, increase, or transform?

In his case, she increased and transformed into his sole object of affection and adoration.

A Halloween Bedtime Story

Mia froze, held her breath. Listened.

The encroaching night pressed in on her, warm, humid…silent, the wild thumping of her heart the only sound that broke its canopied darkness. She turned a slow circle, eyes probing the trees and dense underbrush crowding the running trail, alert for the tiniest movement, the rustle of a branch, the turn of a leaf.

She let out her pent breath, along with a nervous laugh. She had only imagined the soft footfalls pacing her, that crisp snap of a twig. Nothing stirred in the moon-dappled shadows.

With a shake of her head, she set off down the path once more in an easy jog. But her mind wasn’t easy; heat knifed between her shoulder blades, as if eyes were boring into her back. The sweat beading her body turned cold. Goose flesh prickled her arms.

More times than she could count, she had run this trail as twilight was bleeding into night. But this was the first time she had felt anxious, almost…afraid. Continue reading “A Halloween Bedtime Story”