Location, Location, Location

Remember the story Green Eggs and Ham? And the fellow who could not, would not, eat them anywhere? Yeah. I'm kind of that guy's opposite when ti comes to where I'm willing to do a scene.

Boat, house, bard, yard, pool, bar, hospital, dungeon, living room, closet, shower, bed, porch, car, park, club, etc. My only two stipulations are no innocent children, and little to no chance in getting thrown in jail for it.

And the location doesn't HAVE to be authentic. I don't need an actual hospital to play "doctor". (Though I do have this somewhat twisted desire to be horribly taboo and naughty within the walls of a monastary >.>) We have nude beaches (and beach isn't the place to have sex, please play responsibly), it'd be awesome to have nude adult parks or trails.

Certain scenes - such as the naughty school girl - really shouldn't be done in an actual school. College campus maybe, and hell on some you could have at and no one would even bat an eye. Pool scenes shouldn't involve sex in the water itself, stuff makes for a really bad lubricant, and can lead to infections (same with beach sand). Leave stuff like that in the hentais where they belong.

Cars should be in park (or in parks), and motorcycles are only safe as background props - kick stands aren't THAT sturdy. Bicycles don't work in my mind, but I'm sure I could find some fun uses for bicycle racks.

In international waters you can be more devious, but so can everyone else, keep that in mind before taking the boss' yacht out for a spin.

The risk of getting caught does add something to a scene, but be sure to remember that even the most secluded and intimate scene can be the most intense. And if both people aren't comfortable outdoors there are many indoor options (or at the least, less risky outdoor ones). Keep in mind the concept of nosy neighbors, maybe a taller backyard fence is in order, or higher hedges.

Elevators are another "fun" place, as an ex-security guard though, let me offer some advice - Most have cameras. Some that feed to more than one place, and honestly, unless you get stuck in one, they never move slow enough to have any real fun in.

-:- The Tape -:- (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

Her mind wasn’t awake, but her body was. Ugh, mornings sucked. Mornings after a long night of… of… hrm. What had happened last night anyway?

Rolling onto her side, she glanced at the clock. 2pm.

Wait.

“Holy crap!” She sat bolt upright. Her mind began to catch up with the rest of her and she noticed quite a few things all at once.

She was naked except for her collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. There were a lot of toys with her on the bed, both under and on top of the blankets. Whatever happened last night she cursed her memory a thousand times over that she couldn’t remember.

Wands, vibrators, rotors, tape, flogs of various sizes and materials, nipple clamps – she looked down and checked that those wicked things hadn’t ripped hers off. She was surprised to see there was rope lying around, Master was really good about rolling it back up.

Oh, and a tag on the bottom of the TV that simply read “Play”.

Looking around she noticed the VCR remote next to her. With a shrug she clicked the TV on and hit play.

Her face went red almost instantly as her very horny self came into view. There were at least two other people, her Master – who was in the process of tying her up to the bed face down and her ass high in the air due to all the pillows under her hips – and the camera man.

He was careful not to let the rope actually touch her skin, as he tied her legs wide and her arms straight out from her shoulders. As she watched herself on the TV it became apparent the wireless rotor was in her pussy, and her ass was filled with the small plug.

Her Master was fully clothed, but that wouldn’t last. She couldn’t remember who the second person was, there was talk on the tape, but the volume was soft. She turned it up just in time to hear the crack of the flog against her ass. Both versions of her jumped. She could feel herself getting wet already, the video version of her was already soaked to the point of practically dripping.

On camera she was begging for more, sticking her ass out as best she could. On the bed she was squirming, trying to pull her eyes away from the video, too embarrassed to watch, too curious to turn it off.

The flog painted her ass red, sending shivers through her body as she watched. Her Master’s hands roamed over her skin, lighting little sparks of pleasure.

The camera man clicked a remote, the rotor stuffed inside the whore on the screen came to life, making her shiver with delight. Her Master’s hand seemed to randomly decide to either tease her clit or soundly smack her ass. Her yelps of surprise mixed well with the pleasurable moans.

Yes he made her feel good no matter what he did to her. She was his whore, his pet, his twisted little pain slut, and his very horny toy all in one.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, but as she watched, she couldn’t remember what it was. Then it came on screen. The wand.

“My friend wants to hear you cum, pet.”

She watched the wand press against her clit. She felt her body jolt as it whirred into life. Please tore through her as she watched, panting as the TV version of her moaned and begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum.

The camera panned to her face, instantly both versions of her went beet red.

“Keep your eyes on the camera pet, stay focused on it and cum for your Master.”

It was barely a breath after his command and the tied up slut on the screen came hard and loud. Her position shoved the rotor out of wet sopping pussy, the vibrations still audible as she came down from her first orgasm.

“Good girl.”

She nearly came sitting on the bed, just from hearing him say that. The ball gag came out, big and shiny and red, he tightened it into place. The wand was taken from the picture, and a smaller wired rotor was taped just above her clit. She could cum from it, but it wouldn’t happen as fast.

As it purred to life, buzzing against her body, the reason for the gag became apparent as wax dripped onto her body. He covered her liberally, the rotor and the wax trapping her body squarely between pleasure and pain.

The rotor clicked off, the wax stopped. Her mind was hazy, she wasn’t grasping the words in the video. She was laying on her back, legs spread, playing with her clit, panting and watching the show laid out before her.

“A squirmy toy for a squirmy pet.” The words rang in her mind more of memory than of actually hearing them on the screen. The pink thrusting vibrator was pushed into her greedy, needy pussy. Two long strips of tape keeping it in place.

As it sprung to life out came the bite of the snappy flog. It bit at the back of her thighs, her calves, as the evil vibe invaded her sensitive wet hole. Her muffled cries were the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, frustrated about the distraction from her pleasure. Her body tensed and she screamed as the flog snapped on the soles of her feet. She twisted and writhed as it licked at her arms. She moaned and panted when he stopped, letting the thrusting vibe bring her back to the brink of another orgasm before he turned it off.

Her and her TV self both nearly sobbed. A sharp smack to her ass, a firm reminder that she wasn’t supposed to pout, she was supposed to enjoy however her Master decided to use her. The tone of her voice as she apologizes is dripping with the pleasure her mind is swimming in.

The plug is slowly removed from her ass, and her Master takes his time, working more lube into her hot, tight hole, before slowly pushing the medium sized plug in. He purrs for her to relax, teasing her clit with his free hand to help keep her unfocused.

As it slips into place he calls her a good girl, that phrase – that tone – that just makes her melt.

The thrusting vibe is removed swiftly, the rotor taped to her clit comes back to life with a vengeance as her Master’s cock (when did he strip? Oh Lord…) filled her pussy in one full move.

She nearly came while watching and she was pretty sure her TV self did. Panting, trembling, blushing, and soaking wet she hit stop on the remote. She couldn’t take much more, the toys were all around her, she could use them, but it wouldn’t feel the same. They weren’t what she desired. She wanted him, needed him.

“You haven’t watched the whole thing, pet.” He said slyly, standing in the doorway. Even with as soft as he’d spoken she jumped from the sound.

She got on her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, nuzzling his hand as his fingers wove themselves into her hair. A strong tug pulls her up to her knees, her body held tight against his.

“Sorry Master, I needed to stop, for just a moment. I wanted you, I didn’t want to cum without you here.” She admitted, her fingers closing gently on his shirt. Her body was on edge, and needy, and his iron grip on her hair did nothing but exacerbate her position. The smile that slipped across his face made her breath catch for a moment.

“You were a very good girl last night, pet.” He assured her. He released his grip and handed her a drink. “A very good, wet, messy pet. Drink up, we’ll start it back up after you finish that,” he explained, stripping down as she drank, “And have had a shower.”

I'd worry

But let me be honest, I don't really care.

And about what? Well, my Master's voice has quite the profound effect on me. I can hear it while I'm alone masturbating, squirming and riding that edge just a little bit longer than I used to. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck, as though he's circling around me, enjoying the show, whispering the commands that are just so easy to follow. I miss actually hearing him, I miss actually feeling his touch or having his presence be something more than part of my very strong imagination.

Long distance does that, but far apart doesn't last forever.

What worries me, slightly, is that when I can't conjure the sound of his voice, when I can't close my eyes and get lose in some random fantasy in which he's a part of, I can't cum. Now, I have an excellent imagination, I do, this isn't something that happens often. It's not like I go days and days without release (unless of course I'm under orders not to cum to begin with), but it's more like I fall asleep because I'm exhausted from trying to cum, as opposed to being exhausted from cumming.

Before now it's always felt... well, less awesome, cumming in an empty room, as opposed to orgasming around him. The phone helps, just knowing he's there in a way is better than nothing. It does leave a girl wanting though, believe you me.

I'd say maybe I'm getting less horny in my uh, "old" age, but at the same time I'm not worried about that. The desire, drive, need, etc is all still there, but it's more like the trigger for the shot isn't in my hands anymore. I don't know if this is just something that happens between a Master and pet, or if it's because of certain aspects. Maybe I'm just that kind of sub, maybe he's just that kind of dom - I've got to admit I don't have enough knowledge regarding either role to know if this sort of thing is even normal. If it's a phase, permanent, if it'll get "worse" or "better", etc.

And really, I can't bring myself to complain. Pout, maybe, just a little, but not complain. <3

Quietly

The last couple times Master's let me cum lately has been during times when I kind of need to be quiet. Specifically because they are other people in the house, and while I'm an adult and I'm allowed to be naughty, it's not something I'm quite ready to advertise to the entire world.

It certainly adds a layer to things though, so wet so squirmy so horny and trying so desperately to not scream my happy little head off when the wave crests and my whole body enjoys the ride. Of course, Master doesn't let me cum just once, oh no, that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

For anyone curious, my house coat tastes like laundry soap. Just saying.

Even as I sit here and write this, letting my mind wander to what it can remember of the last two over the phone sessions we had, I can't help but squirm. Certain desires, certain wants, are starting to beat down the walls of my own personal insecurities. Less and less in my own fantasies do I seem to care about my own personal appearance. How I look on the outside doesn't impact my interior desires. It certainly doesn't impact the overall sensations of a scene either. The only thing my weight holds me back on are certain positions, because an over-weight sub isn't an easy one to pick up and move around as one pleases.

This will be rectified.

It used to not only be an issue when it came to what was actually physically possible, but also with what I was comfortable wearing/doing in public settings. As the days pass I find myself caring less and less about my appearance In That Regard. It's not that I mean I've stopped showering or shaving or things like that, it's more it's becoming less of an issue. So I'm over weight. Whoopie do. It used to make me feel... less, or ugly, but lately it's less well, weighty on my mind. I'm more curious the feelings and emotions that come along with being in certain, shall we say, showier situations.

Besides, the orgasm - while absolutely incredible - is just the icing on the cake. Everything else - the scene the sensations, the emotions, the connection - all that stuff's the cake. Cake can be awesome without icing. Icing on its own however is just kinda... meh.

Musing (Rambling)

So I have this tendency to just kind of sit and sigh and think about the relationship I'm in. (happy sigh! Happy siiiigh!). And I just really get to thinking about certain aspects of it, how it works, how it hasn't worked for me in the past, etc. (Oh hey, look my grammar doesn't care today... starting sentences with and...).

I realize as I get ready to write this, how weird it's going to sound, but I used to be the one in charge in a relationship. I didn't have to, you know, initiate sex - that's not what I mean. I mean I had to be the responsible one. Which wouldn't have been so bad, if I hadn't been the ONLY responsible one. I worked two jobs sometimes, lived off of rice for a month at a time, just to make sure that the rent and other such bills were paid. It wasn't fun, and it most likely was what led to a lot of my past breakups.

My current relationship is a lot more balanced. When my mind's mush and I can't really take on anything more, he's there to give me strength - and the opposite's true. This is proven already. But it gets me to thinking about things I don't really feel I need to come to a conclusion to - I just let my mind wander over 'em.

Like, does BDSM lend itself more to a kind of natural relationship balance? Is the extra open-ness, trust, and communication that's needed between a Dom and a sub something that simply makes it easier to have a healthy relationship outside scenes? Or is a relationship between two people who share a love of bdsm just as hit or miss as a vanilla relationship? I'd assume there's people out there (well, Doms specifically, since this is my point of view after all), that don't listen for crap. They do what they want and don't really respect and/or respond to their partner's needs or wants. Then you have something that's more abusive than anything else.

From what I've experienced of the Kink community however, there's some pretty open lines of communication amongst everyone. If you can talk to someone about the things that crop up mid-scene or shortly after - or even talking to people about fantasties you'd like to see come true, then I would imagine that it's easier to reach out to someone and get help.

But talking about kink isn't like talking about abuse. It's not easy. It's a shameful thing and it's really hard to talk about. A lot of time's the person being abused thinks they deserve it, or that it's not abuse, that it's the way a normal relationship is. And I'm sure there's people out there who think a bdsm relationship IS abuse, and complaining about it would be laughable.

If it feels like abuse though, it's Not bdsm. It's abuse. There's a damned bloody difference. I've been through both. Abuse made me feel small and worthless and alone. I wanted to die, to just get away from the supposed pain I had to be causing everyone else. It was horrible.

The relationship I have now is so much the opposite of that I don't even know where to begin. My Master makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful specialist perfectest person in the whole world! \o/ It's hard to try and describe it without making up words ^_^

Shotgun

Once certain things had been taken care of (read that as legal obligations handled), things slipped back into a very nice and very missed routine between me and my Master.

He gave me orders to go about my normal routine, meaning to masturbate at the times I generally do anyway, but that I wasn't allowed to cum. Fortunately he didn't drag it out too long, but I had work the night he started this, and was also expected to work myself into a near frenzy during breaks.

The part that made it hard to not cum? Taking pictures to show Master I was doing as told. I knew it was more because he wanted to see, and less because he wanted actual proof (he trusts me to be horny, I know =D ). But actually taking the pictures was almost as much of a turn on as working myself up to taking them. And the one I took while in the car (thank you heavily frosted morning windows...), was the most effective by far. The drive home was a little shivery, and it had nothing to do with the cold air.

It was the phone call that followed that afternoon, during Master's break, orgasms always feel better with his commands pushing them on. We tried something new, which was using med-tape to hold the rotor in place against my clit - during an orgasm or just because I'd get so wet it was hard to keep it in place. The tape certainly helped this small problem. When his break ended (add a small pout here), he said he wanted me to call and leave him messages, and cum at least two more times for him.

And holy crap did I! I actually came three times, I don't even remember how many before that, but what really sticks in my mind is the fact that I came hard twice in quick succession, and not too long after having cum before that. It was an odd rush, and while it felt great there was a little bit of fear and panic mixed in. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, addle-minded as I was when it happened. It left me feeling good, the negative emotions didn't last long at all, but I conked out right then and there - leaving my Master worried because I wasn't responding to any of his texts.

So no tape on the rotor until he's actually around, just to be safe. Because while mega orgasm was mega awesome, it was also a bit unnerving to have happen when it was just me in my room. Still though, I had no idea I could do something like that, or that things like that even happened xD So the learning experience was nice, and hey - if I can shotgun orgasm I'm sure I can do other things <3

-:- The Drive -:- (Chap. 2)

Prologue  Chapter 1 >Chapter 2<

The car pulled into the driveway, it was silent in the neighborhood, veiled by the sweet blanket of nighttime. The silence was shattered when he opened the rear car door. Panting, moaning softly, he helped his tormented pet out, untying the binds at her knees so she could walk on her own.

He led her by a leash up to their front door, the rotors still whirring against her clit and nipples. Her wetness slipped down her thighs as she walked, her shivering body moaning and whimpering. He pointed to a spot on the mat in front of the door.

“On your knees, back to the door, pet.”

“Yes Master.” She purred as she obeyed his command as quickly as she could with her arms still bound. She opened her mouth as he approached her, licking his stiff cock through his pants.

“Such an eager little pet.” He praised her and she tugged on his pants in response, letting her actions beg for her.

He freed his stiff member for her and ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked and licked and moaned with him stuffed in her mouth. One hand tightened in her hair as the other dealt with his keys. He held her head in place as he fucked her face, pinning her against the door. Listening to her as she gagged and sputtered with his thick cock shoved down her throat.

The sounds she made as he fucked her throat seemed to ring through the still night air with more volume than she would've liked. He turned the key in the door and let it swing open, pulling his cock from her mouth and letting her fall back into the house. She wriggled back, pushing off the door frame with her legs to shove herself into the house a bit further.

He followed her in, placing his legs between hers, keeping hers from closing. He knelt down between her thighs and grabbed her legs, pulling her to him as he leaned down and sucked on her clit hard. Her toes curled as the sweet sound of her pleasure tore through the silence. His finger plunged into her sopping wet pussy, driving her sounds louder for a moment. He pulled his finger out and stopped sucking her clit when she was barely a breath away from cumming.

“OhgodMasterpleasedon'tstopnow!” She begged quickly, her words melting into each other. Her hips moved as she spoke, her legs shaking even as he let them go and she worked to keep them spread. “Please fuck me hard! Fill my naughty pussy with your cum, pretty please Master <3”

He grinned, a smile that would have normally unnerved her if she hadn't been so far gone in her own desires.

“But pet, the door is still open.” He placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips as he spoke. “The whole neighborhood will hear you, see you, they'll know what a dirty whore you really are...”

“I... I don't care Master! Please please I'm so close I want to cum again! I want to cum against your cock, please Master, please fuck me hard!”

He held her legs open by her ankles, and shoved his cock deep into her hungry wet pussy letting her warm greedy flesh take him all at once. Her cry was divine.

He leaned down and kissed her, forcing her legs wider and pushing himself deeper into her as he devoured her sweet sounds. Her body writhed and trembled under him and he into her mercilessly, not even slowing as she came against him, slipping one tight orgasm into another.

When he felt himself getting close he pulled out of her gaping cunt and turned his deliriously happy pet onto her stomach. Pulling her ass up into the air he toyed with the plug inside her for a moment before smacking her ass sharply. He did so several more times until her skin was pink and she was grunting against the pain. He knew now that he had her attention again.

He slowly pulled the lube-soaked plug out of her, listening to her gasp and squirm from the sensation of it.

“With you like this, my sweet pet,” he began to explain as his stiff cock pressed against her open asshole. “Not only will they hear your sweet sounds, but they'll get a much better view of your sweet cock-hungry pussy as you cum for me again.”

Pleasure tore through her once again as he pushed himself slowly into her, and her flesh stretched to accommodate his thick cock. She was practically drooling on the floor when he reminded that she still needed to ask permission before cumming again. She'd been a good girl the entire night, it would be a shame to have it end in a punishment.

“Th-Thank you Master,” she purred as his cock sunk into her completely. “Thank you for fucking all of my greedy holes tonight.”

“Mmmm, you're quite welcome pet, you've earned it.”

He wasn't too gentle as he began to fuck her ass in earnest. She'd had the plug in for quite some time, and there was plenty of lube inside her. She moaned and gasped, her sound filling his ears and the area around them. Her writhing was delightful, her begging was enjoyable, but the noises she made in uncontrolled pleasure was what he'd come to enjoy the most. Often times he'd gag her more to maintain his own control than to control her.

He felt his own orgasm drawing near, and he could hear the change in pitch of her moans. His pet would be begging soon, letting those luscious moans turn to sexy words.

“Master please let me cum, please I'm close and even.. even though I've cum so much already please let me scream for you one more time. Let... let everyone hear and see what a good little slut I am for my Master!”

He put his feet against the door frame, learning over and pushing his weight into her shoulders using the leverage to fuck her harder.

“Cum then, pet.” He commanded, breathlessly close to cumming himself. “Scream shamelessly for your Master, and hurry – cum before I do, or don't cum at all.”

Her cries of pleasure were somewhat muted as his hard thrusts knocked the wind out of her. He could feel her body tense and jerk underneath him, even pinned as she was.

He slammed himself into her hard over and over even as she spasmed and came around his cock even as he filled her ass with his own pleasure.

He took a moment to catch his breath, kissing her shoulders before sitting up and closing the door. Tired as he was there was more to do. He had his pet to take care of, and she lay before him shaking in after glow working to catch her breath, covered and filled with cum on the cool wet floor.

He untied her the rest of the way, moving her sore and stiff joints slowly. He tossed the ropes aside and lifted her in his arms. She sighed contently and nuzzled against him, for once too tired and lost in her own pleasure to yelp from being picked up. He walked to the bedroom, smiling at her cat like behavior as she rested in his arms.

Setting her on the bed he started a bath for her. He would spend the next half hour or so taking care of her. Letting her relax in the warm water, bathing her and rubbing the aches and rope burns out of her skin.

Afterward he would tend to himself, once she was warm and clean and slipping into sleep.