how do i overtake him just for a little bit?

[Howling_Ire]

she heard his whimpers..they struck her to her core..sending another shiver into her...would he be pleased...coudln't he say mercy...could he just please start to bleed... she'd give her very soul to know what was going on his mind...then finaly, as the whip let into his skin again..the air moveing the tattered bits of shirt, she saw it on the cloth...a streak of crimson...she felt a studden spark of heat between her legs...knowing she'd stayed strong this far..knowing she'd done what he'd asked... even if it was hurting him, even if it was one of the hardest things she had ever done...the blood... a sence of deep erotic satisfaction..and empathy for the plight of her Master..her love... at this moment..above all...

The whip layed limp on the ground.... she droped it from her hand....she uttered, between some light sobs....(was she still crying?)
"Si..Sir you are bleeding...I have done what you asked... what do you need more"

She looked at him..noticed how he was leaning against the wall for strengh..his body shakeing slightly from the pain... his arms not held at high as they were..she was supprised she had not struck him with the whip... she stirred remembering that shakey excitment he'd instilled in him before...

she wondered..in her core...a minor flood of excitement
"what is next? what will he do....will he turn around and grab me..will it by my turn at the end of his whip? will i learn he can fill me with just as much pain..will he finaly let me sooth him..let me suffer and give him freedom from his own pain?"

 

[da grunt]

surrender

He fell against the wall. God, she beat me like a dog.

He goes to his knees, head bowed. Deep sobs wrack his body. He knows she wants to attend to him and he wants to share this with here. He looks at her, tears streaming down his face, he tries to talk, but can't. He nods and she knows to come to him. She joins him on his knees at the wall. They hug, his face buried at her collar. "You beat me like a fuckin' dog." He sobs. "Like a dog. Thats what I wanted girl. You did perfectly." He stands and brings her to his feet with him, and looks deeply into her eyes, seeing her soul. He places his hand to the back of her head and grabbing her hair, pulls her face to his and kisses her deeply. He wipes his face on her face, his tears to her tears.

"God, I love you. You're my most precious gift. Don't let it go to your head, though," and he laughs, a laugh she rarely hears from him, a laugh of joy.

He stands and removes his tie, and his shirt and his undershirt. Numerous injured pores were beginning to ooze blood. Not one place, only one place was torn, but a dozen other places had angry marks where purple skin melted slow blood. Put your hand on the blood and mark the shirt where I bled through." ...

 

[Howling_Ire]

Re: surrender

Put your hand on the blood and mark the shirt where I bled through." ...

She places her hand on the spot where the blood is oozeing.. then she moves her hand back and looks at it for a second...she coo's... she then smiles at your statement...

"Thank you Master, ...i love you too...i didn't want to do anything to hurt us..please...let me tend to your wounds"

She takes in a deep breath, hopeing her words will not annoy you...concerned at the mess she's made of your back...

 

[da grunt]

Re: Re: surrender

by Howling_Ire ... concerned at the mess she's made of your back...

"Yes, good girl, we'll take care of the wounds, don't worry. I'm almost composed. I have needed that for so dang long, needed to be taught some dang humility. I want you to do an artsy craftsy thing and mount the bloody shirt in a frame. I want your handprint on it, too. I want it to be your gift.

Now, you've earned your privledge. One hour. I'll be your boytoy. You can do with me as you will. I've never been a boytoy, so I'll await your pleasure."

 

[Howling_Ire]

she smiles at you and helps you get the shirt off, being careful to perserve the hand print, so she can make you a piece of art like you requested... she then the tip of her index finger softly across one of the marks on your back, watching you shiver for a second from the pain.

she then moves and looks up at your face, realiseing that she has you to do whatever it is she desires for an entire house... then says in a giggly voice "well..uhh..you should....... GO DO THE DISHES!"

Then she sits down in your throne/lazyboy, thowing one of her legs across the arm of the chair, leaveing her ex blatently exposed to you, letting you see the wet marks on it and her thighs, then says "and maybe if you do a good job i'll let you play with me a little bit"

 

[da grunt]

Dishes ???

by Howling_Ire ... GO DO THE DISHES!"

Then she sits down in your throne/lazyboy, thowing one of her legs across the arm of the chair, leaveing her ex blatently exposed to you, letting you see the wet marks on it and her thighs, then says "and maybe if you do a good job i'll let you play with me a little bit"

Yes, Ma'am. Shall i leave my pants on, Ma'am?

 

[da grunt]

Re: Dishes ???

by da grunt Yes, Ma'am. Shall i leave my pants on, Ma'am?

She looks incredulously, but see's his mischievious smile and shes him removing his trousers, briefs and socks. She looks at his cock. It does not look like it has been having a lot of fun, scrotum pulling balls in tight, cock fully compressed. He laughs as he scratches his balls and massages his cock, and while looking at his precious', and her exposure and with but a squeeze, or two, it was fully relaxed, ready to go erect, hanging proud.

He goes to the kitchen, and without asking permission, pours one glass of wine into a wine glass. This he brings to her, "Ma'am," as he presents it to her. He returns to the kitchen and begins the dishes. He doesn't opt for the dishwasher, but to do them by hand. Only hot water. She watches, amused, as he uses too much detergent, but it appears that he is making an attempt to at least not use a ridiculus amount of detergent.

Dirty dishes? Why were there dirty dishes in the sink? Very unusual. Had this been part of her plan? He pondered.

As he bent his head to scrub and rinse, his shoulders hunched, occasionally pulling them backwards to ease the burning pain. He felt her eyes on his back and wondered her thoughts. Had he achieved his goal, what had she learned. he wondered if he had learned. Now, with the hot water of the sink and his time to reflect while he worked. How tranquil he was, how at peace. Is that enough? Will it last? I've been punished now, severely. She will forgive me. Can my slate be clean now?

He deligently finishes the dishes, the proceeds, without asking permission, to dry. ...

 

[Howling_Ire]

she watched him clean the dishes with a blatent enjoyment.... she always liked to look at his bottom, he has a very nice ass. she siped her whine for a minute...and then looked at the liquid in the glass, realiseing that she probably should have gotten onto him for bringing her the glass with out her asking... she's not very good at this...she'd given this a good deal of thought..realised she wanted to push him..wanted him to get a taste of what she went through every day, maybe if not just to appreciate her a little more.... she'd been so worried about his approval all day she'd been silly enough to let the dishes pass till he got home... was he mad about that...her skin shivered slightly as she thought about what her punishment for all this would be.... she had a funny feeling a spanking wasn't the least of what she was in for...and she was anticipateing it...feeling her nipples grow slightly erect at the thought


but still she watched his mussles move as he did this silly domestic thing, she watched him stumble with the soap, and clink things around alot more then she ever had...she even was afraid he drop a plate or two... sitting thier...she grew to hate it...she had gone over this moment in her mind...what she do, what she wouldn't...but she was haveing to hold herself not to just give it all up, to throw herself at his feet, and hope the night could just be over...

she found herself standing and walking up to him..she took a liberty she had always wantd to and softly ran her hand across his firm male ass, watched him flintch a little bit, she brought the glass to her lips and drank the last of her whine, her arm holding his waste softly,like she'd wanted to do before..only now mindful of his marks...she put the glass on the counter, he looks at her with an odd look, and then picks it up and washes it out..

she opens her mouth and speeks, her voice sounding raspy as if it hadn't been used in awhile 'you're doing a good job, but i think your dish washing techniques are a little lacking, i guess you really weren't made out for this domestic stuff" she looked up at him and smiled hopeful that the joke would not upset him...she thought she saw a smile in his eye...she then leaned her head on his chest and sighed, closeing her eyes.

"i'm so glad to be with you, Sir."

 

[da grunt]

by Howling_Ire ... "i'm so glad to be with you, Sir."

"And it is this humbled one who is glad. I remind my Mistress that She has 40 minutes left to the hour. Do you yield this time? Am I done being a boy toy?"

 

[Howling_Ire]

"And it is this humbled one who is glad. I remind my Mistress that She has 40 minutes left to the hour. Do you yield this time? Am I done being a boy toy?"

she looks at you with the cutest face she can muster, holding her infront of her together, she nerviously says "iiiii...i thought i could do this....but i can't figure out what to do with you...i wouldn't even begin to know how to make you beg..and i think i've realised i wouldn't like it..i only ask that you not go to hard on your girl tonight..."

she says hopeing this earns her one nasty spanking..because she thinks she probably needs it, and really does want it.

 

[da grunt]

by Howling_Ire ... and really does want it.

"Excellent, child. You've learned that lesson exceptionially well. Now, attend to me in the shower. I want you to bath me and shave me and attend to my back. To be very honest, I am feeling spent, and at peace. I haven't felt this contented in a long while. I know you have needs, but tonight, help me, tell me your needs. And tell me why there were dirty dishes in the sink? That is assuredly an infraction for which you must pay. Is there an explaination? Audacity will earn you points, but oversight will earn you stripes."

 

[Howling_Ire]

"sir...i...i..."she stammers, " kinda watned to watch you do some chores..cause..i dunno i was thinking that would be sexy...but now i'm thinking maybe that wasn't a good idea... and that a day or two from now my hide is going to look like a candy cane, sir"

she says giving you a soft worried look.

 

[da grunt]

by Howling_Ire ... she says giving you a soft worried look.

"Honesty is always best. You will pay. Now, shower ..."

 

[Howling_Ire]

"yes Master," she says as she then turns and goes to the bathroom

first she leans over and draws the hot water, bending over with her legs apart so that you can enjoy the view as she does so...she occasionaly moves her hand under the stream to check to see if it is to hot or to cold, feeling it'ss just right she then moves aside, and prepares the lather, soap, and shampoo she will use to clean you.

then she stands to the side, with good posture, sticking her breasts out slightly for your enjoyment
"sir i'm ready for you to inspect the water"

she watches you lean over a little bit to make sure it's to your likeing, she nods and smiles as you both step into the shower...she feels herself grow a little excited..seeing that she gets to touch your naked body... she then takes the shampoo and runs it through your hair which you have wet, with a great deal of attenton she runs her fingers through your hair, lathering it, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against you as she does so.

then she takes the soap and works it into a lather, first she cleans your soar back, makeing sure to wash the wounds well, least her poor Master get an infection, she is careful makeing sure to hurt you as little as possible... she then moves over your chest, washing your face, arms, under your arms, and then moveing down to lather your stomach and buttox..feeling herself getting very wet and excited form getting to lather your body..wondering if she'll ever grow tired of getting to touch you.

she then moves down and pays a graet deal of attention to your cock and balls, seeing you get a little excited she can't help but smile...feeling that it's mutual...she then licks the less soapy tip, jumping a little when you smacck her cheek and say "not now slave"

she then moves down and washes your thighs and legs..then your feet..between your toes..loveing that she gets to touch your body...

she then watches you as you rinse off the soap, wishing she'd get to double check to see if you're clean with her tongue

 

[da grunt]

by Howling_Ire ...wishing she'd get to double check to see if you're clean with her tongue

"Good, get it nice and hard before you shave it. I want it as slick as your pussy lips. Get my balls, too, especially around the cock. If you really wanna earn your stripes, go ahead and nick it. You're already in enough trouble!"

 

[Etoile]

My personal feeling is that it's too bad this thread went the way of a story - I think the earlier discussion would have been interesting to follow.

 

[da grunt]

My personal feeling is that it's too bad this thread went the way of a story - I think the earlier discussion would have been interesting to follow.

awwwwww

 

[Etoile]

awwwwww

I didn't say the story was bad - just that I think the discussion would have been good.

 

[da grunt]

Originally posted by Etoile I didn't say the story was bad - just that I think the discussion would have been good.

There had been plenty of opportunities, and I had hoped that by doing this episodically it would infer invitation to any who were audacious enough. You may note that a couple place during the story I have encouraged participation.

I case you hadn't noticed, this has become an excercise for me, not shy, who started this thread. Ire is performing beautifully and she's a definate asset to this board.

Feel free to knock on the door, we'll invite you in.

 

[shysexkitten]

been too long

She gets your cock nice and hard and watches as she sees you are happy with her performance but knows that no performance will get her out of teh decipline she was later to receive. She watches you lean over while you inspect the shave.... it is to your pleasing so you nod with delight. she smiles to your delight and is glad that she has pleased you. She kneels as you step out of the shower and tell her to shower herself and to make sure her pussy lips are smooth as she will be inspected. She quickly showers making sure her pussy lips are clean and smooth. Stepping out of the shower you command her to stand in the middle of the room arms spread for inspection. Pacing around her in circles glancing over every inch of her body and lightly careesing her pussy just to make sure she was on edge... noticing that she is a little too excited you give her a nice slap to remind her that punishment is near......


Hi Da Grunt sorry its been too long ive been away for awhile but hers my best shot and story writting......

 

[da grunt]

submission

by shysexkitten ... she is a little too excited you give her a nice slap to remind her that punishment is near ...

"You naughty kitten, you know the time is close, don't you? Now go to my pull-up bar." And he gives her a good smack on the ass to get her on the way.

The pull-up bar was put in a doorframe, and it was put in for his height. Just for her to reach it she must stand on her toes, and then only her fingers wrap the bar. She stands there, completely vulnerable, feet aching to extend further, unable to relax.

He goes to the room and returns, wearing his short kimono, open and loose in the front so his cock is ready whenever, or covered if desired. He brings his crop. She watches him approach, watches him zzinging the crop through the air, testing the balance.

"Do you want a blindold?"

 

[shysexkitten]

no sir...i want to witness what i deserve sir. i shall not hide from my punishment. what i did was wrong and now i shall pay

 

[da grunt]

the games begin

by shysexkitten ... and now i shall pay

"Good, because I wasn't going to allow it anyway. You saw my back. You beat me like a dog. Like a fuckin' dog! Because you did well, I will punish you well. Severely. Tenderly. "

He uses the crop. Not to whip, but to touch. To feel. To explore. To seek. Each spot. To find the spot she is so afraid of, that spot that she so desires. He walks behind her, the crop his extension, feeling her wrists, her hands, her forarms, her biceps, ah, the tender flesh of her underarm. No she is afraid there. That is a spot.

Her back is ready. She expects the back to be struck. She is unafraid, and she is unafraid on her ass. She wants the stripes on her ass, on her back, on the back of her legs. The crop explores and he watches her every expression, the eyes rolling back in passion, like a shark before biting, her lower lip, being sucked, sweat forming on her lip, on her temples, on her forehead.

The crop explores. Her hips, her waist, oh, that fine belly, oh, she likes. Up her defined ribs. The joy of her breasts. She the sweat beginning to form and roll. The crop traces the soft roundness of her tits, the flap playing with the nipples, gently wisping the areola. She is resigned. She knows her breasts will be abused, she is ready, she is more than ready, she wants it now. Her impatience is his satisfaction. But he has not yet found that spot. That spot she worries most about ...

 

[shysexkitten]

the crop explores lower and lower tapping on every inch of her body, tormenting each part that it touches. the crop brushes her inner thighs she is afraid, the crop moves toward her pussy and fear finds her eyes the crop flicks her clit and she worries what your next move is.......

 

[da grunt]

by shysexkitten her clit and she worries what your next move is ...

She know he will work her pussy. She knows, worry is irrelevant. The crop forces her legs apart, making her feet strain even more to hold the bar. Gently he flicks the crop, testing, exploring, watching ...