Chapter 3 Life in the Fast lane

        My life was changing fast. Spending the last three years in an existence of denying the beast had worn heavy on my soul. Having her free within me, my body and mind became more alive, more in touch with life, and more excited about living it. Life isn’t all a bowl of cherries though. There is the daily hustle and bustle of everyday life, along with the pressure and demand of a higher education. When I’m at the end of my rope He keeps me hanging tight. Thoughts of Him warm the deepest parts of my soul. Memories of His touch moisten my most private of parts when I close my eyes at night. 

          Our days we spend apart, though our weekends tend to find themselves wrapped in embrace. Listening to His voice when I am away keeps me close to Him. The way He makes me laugh, his vast knowledge of subjects I know nothing of, in every way He intrigues me. The evil way He plays His little games with my mind; teasing me with temptations and curiosities. The way He tells me the tiniest and most perplexing of clues in regards to His plans for me when I return to Him. The way he giggles when He knows how confused and intrigued He makes me. The truly wicked, sadistic side of Him coming forth to play with the beast, He embraces her with such ferocity and skill.

          As time passed the months became colder yet desire kept warmth inside us both. He would tease me about the “possibilities” of the things He would do. He would speak of puzzling toys to be used on me, though never giving away their secret identities. My mind stayed constantly intrigued by His cleverly devilish ideas. His most recent toy was truly a mystery to me. Its description made me cringe. It also made me yearn. Yearn to feel what kind of pleasure He would bring to me with this new item; trusting that He would never take me too far.

          It was a cold December night when I returned to Him. It was December 31 to be exact, New Year’s Eve. I had been waiting for this night for so long now. I spent hours daydreaming about New Year’s and how we would celebrate. Would it be a comfortable evening of cuddling, a mix of teasing, or an all-out masochistic dream? I could never be sure what awaited me in the wild ride I was on. The journey it takes me on is a journey into my very soul. A journey of fear, anxiety, excitement, pleasure, and ultimately a more complete sense of well-being. I don’t really know how to explain the way He completes me, the way I feel lost without His touch. It’s like a part of me remains with Him when I’m away.

          He greets me with the same smile as always; the smile that melts my soul. It is a mystery to me still how such a chivalrous man can be such a devious sadist and so open minded about fetishes and curiosities. He was such a good man, but such a very dirty boy. I dressed casually for our evening together. We were planning on staying in and enjoying the end of the year in each other’s arms. A white blouse with black pin stripes, a few too many buttons unfastened, revealed a black brassiere which complimented a pair of blue jeans and black boots. He was pleased with what He saw.

          We sat together for a while, just talking about life, the weather, whatever happened to come to mind. We listened to music, I listened to His stories, and found myself sinking into a deep comfort in His presence. I relaxed across the foot of the bed, and closed my eyes for a moment. In that moment I found myself surrounded with warmth, comfort, and happiness. As I heard Him leaving the room I opened my eyes to see an unusual object hanging on the wall over the bed. It was somewhat elliptical on one end, kind of a handle attachment at the other end. It almost appeared to be a thin piece of metal folded over and both ends fastened to a handle. The edges of the metal were beveled in a tooth-like pattern. Was this His new puzzle? He did mention that the item of the evening had a blue color to one side. The handle on this threatening object was blue.

          My excitement began to build. I did not like the look of this thing, or the thought of how it might feel. Had I gotten myself into something deeper than I could swim through? I continued to stare at it, recalling other clues He had given me. The more I thought about the possibilities, the more it became clear that this was my opponent for the night. I frowned a little bit inside, would I be a baby and “Red” out? Part of our conversations this week had been in regards to things that were “yellow.” By this I mean things that He may do to me, that may make me want to take a break and consider whether I wanted to continue. “Red” clearly means game over. Red is the place that we don’t want to go. Yellow however can be a whole lot of fun.

          He returns to the room and has the most devious grin. He rubs His hands together and begins to pace around the room, His mind swarming with all the thoughts of what He could do to me. His eyes are amazing when He schemes. The look on His face like that of a very skilled poker player who is not afraid to bluff because He knows He has already won the hand. Once again He has also brought the “comfy” chair along with Him. He orders me to my feet and I oblige His request.

          He walks over to the door and removes the item from the wall. He returns to a nearby table and rests it there in front of me. I cringe again inside. I feel myself fearing my lack of tolerance, but how will I ever know my limits if He doesn’t push them? I take a deep breath, and prepare myself for the journey once again. I blush, and then smile at Him sweetly. He grins, and then slips my hands into long, black leather mitts. The mitts are very sturdy, actually having a firm padding at the wrist, to prevent too much movement. The metal loops on them very handy for making someone feel comfortable. I began to feel really warm. My body is tingling, and my excitement beginning to build. I feel Him guide me to the comfy chair, and the ride begins.

           From within the desk cabinet He withdraws something, I couldn’t quite see what, and He asked me to close my eyes before He turned to face me. I did as told and felt Him come close to me. I can hear a ripping sound, not really sure what that could be. My engine begins to purr. He places His hand upon my head and I feel Him binding my eyes while the ripping sound continues. The binding is tight, and feels increasingly more restricting as He continues to layer it around my head.  

     His hands caress my neck, and i feel Him fasten a very heavy collar around my neck.He fastens my mitts to the collar. He always find a way to fasten me in well for the ride. You see, this ride has lots of bumps that make you fly out of your seat. Someone could get hurt with limbs flailing around wildly.What can I say, I live for the thrill.

          For the first fifteen minutes or so I felt disoriented. The pressure against my eyes made for a rather unusual sense of perception. I felt a little bit dizzy, and that mixed with nervousness was an exciting feeling. He caresses my breasts, and then squeezed one tightly. His hand was so warm and strong. I hear Him growl quietly, He is ready to play. The site of me bound puts Him into overdrive. This is when He shifts me into a higher gear.

          After unfastening the remaining buttons on my blouse, He exposes my breasts for His enjoyment; they rest comfortably atop my brassiere. My nipples perk, and await His touch. A tight ball gag is inserted into my mouth. He places my favorite clamps onto my nipples, and gives each breast a nice hard slap simultaneously. I jump, as I am surprised by the sudden impact. I feel my skin burn, and in my mind I can see His hand prints on my breasts. He begins to tease and torture them. Slapping them with His hands, and a few select other toys. I have become quite fond of a few of them, and can usually tell when it’s a toy that I haven’t made friends with yet. I bite my lip, and endure the initial pain. I know, that if I’m a big girl, and focus, I can get to the best part, the part where my endorphin friends find their way into my gears. That’s when the ride shifts into overdrive and I lose track of all thought other than the pleasure He is giving me. VROOM!!!

          He tortured my breasts for nearly an hour that evening, occasionally torturing my thighs, both inside and out. He stops from time to time and leaves me bound while He thinks of new things to do to me. He also captures more pictures of me in my delicious predicament. It is an amazing feeling after a good beating to be able to kick back and smile together looking at feelings and emotions caught by His eye. I continue to be His good girl, as He brings me closer and closer to euphoria. The chain connected to the clamps was fastened to the collar around my neck. From time to time, as I awaited His next touch, I found myself leaning my head back farther to feel it pull on my nipples making them burn even more. He made me crave the pain, yearn for it. He removes the ball gag and allows me to drink. The water is refreshing and so cold compared to my heated body.

          After allowing me to drink and rest for a moment He pulls me to my feet. He begins to warm up my ass with a slapper, maybe it was a crop. He squeezes me tightly against Him, and purrs in my ear. The assault to my backside continues, growing more rapid and more intense as each moment passes. I begin to think about the puzzling toy again. I begin to fear it, and whether or not i will be able to handle the feeling.
     CRACK! I feel its sting as it lands sideways across my welted bottom. The feeling was more than I could have anticipated. It was a solid impact, with quite the burn attached at the end. He cracks me with it repeatedly. This is not the toy I saw on the wall. It doesn't have the metal feel to it that the object I had seen would have. He tricked me! He fucked with my mind, and developed a serious sense of fear and anticipation within me. The toy He chose however may have been just as intimidating though. I have never been fond of paddles, but all of a sudden i found myself enjoying a feeling very similar to what a paddle could provide. Vroom Vroom... He drove me further toward ecstasy. After making sure that my ass was well warmed He returned me to the chair. 
     I began pulling on the chain again. He noticed the way I was pleasuring myself by the pulling of the chain. He moved my bra further down my midsection allowing my breasts to be suspended merely by my already tortured nipples. I grinned as the pain increased. I had never felt the weight of my breasts pulling against the strength of my nipples this intensely before. I held my breath for a moment and tried to focus my mind elsewhere other than my natural instinct to say yellow. He must have beat me for at least two hours or so that night. Making me smile, grimace, and groan. Making my body arch, and rock in a sexual motion. I feel my hips trying to thrust, and my muscles tensing each time He touches me.

          The intensity of the pain subdues somewhat as endorphins continue to send me into the abyss of pleasure. My arms have been bound for some time now, and I begin to feel a little bit of discomfort in my shoulder. I roll my neck, and He sees in my expression my unhappiness. Unhappy because it is pulling me out of the warm place in my mind that He has brought me to. He massages my shoulder firmly once I tell Him of my discomfort. The pain subsides. He comforts me for a few moments, breathing on my neck, firmly rubbing my hot breasts, and my stinging thighs. He whispers to me about what a good girl I am. He always knows how to take me back to the happy place inside.

          The assault to my body continues and I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into the flow of sensation. I squirm and fidget, becoming increasingly more aroused. My wetness was overwhelming at that point. My body aches for Him, I can feel my insides pulse and ache to feel Him within me. Another half an hour so passes, sometimes it’s hard to tell exactly how long my fantasy has played out. The shoulder begins to throb again. I try to ignore it, I don’t want Him to stop. He knows me so well though, so there is no trying to deceive Him as He knows my body as if it were His own. He asks if I am okay, and I admit to the discomfort, and He asks if I can hang in just a little bit longer. I agree.

          He tones down the intensity of impact but continues to taunt my body. I suddenly hear something coming from the television set. 10…9…8… He continues the assault. 4…3…2…1…

          “Happy New Year” He exclaims!

          What an amazing rush of emotions passed through my body. Pain, pleasure, happiness, love, warmth, and desire. It was indeed a new year. A better year, one full of dreams and fantasies. A year that I imagine will take me to places I have never dreamed of, and peeks that I can’t even imagine. 

The Happy Girl

CHAPTER 2 (first Chapter at bottom of blog)

      My drive home was a cocktail of hazy roads, warm thoughts, and wet panties. My mind wandered back to the moments. Moments are what life is all about. Enjoying each one for what you can. Cherishing them. It's been a long time since I've been able to have such special moments.

      I can still feel Him as I drive. My skin crawls with excitement, and I ache to touch Him once more. The radio is blaring some kind of death metal tune. The deep sound of the bass and the passion in the words makes me come alive. I imagine the cars traveling my route probably saw that someone's mom was enjoying life and living it for the moments. They saw the “happy girl.”

      Time apart was time well spent fascinating about Him, and the future, and the limits He would push. Time spent reading about his curiosities in life, more about my own, and reading about the things that I learn from Him. Time spent lying on my back in bed, listening to His voice through the phone, rubbing my breasts and squeezing my nipples when He would speak sweetly to me. My mind is on overdrive. He did that to me. He awakened Her inside of me again. She wanders my mind and soul when she prowls. I can't tell you how much I have missed her.

      She is hungry. It has been nearly two weeks since she has fed. I arrive in the early evening. It's rather chilly outside, but the night is absolutely beautiful. A deep blue skyline, stars piercing through the clouds from place to place. I'm nice and warm from the ride here, and my excitement, so the cold is extremely stimulating. My nipples perk, goosebumps erupt on my neck. He greets me with a seductive smile and welcomes me back into His lair. You know that smile. The smile that You just barely see, but you do happen to notice the movement of His eyebrows, and the flush of His cheeks. So very sweet indeed.

      So we're back to where we always are. Two friends enjoying comedy, laughter, touch. Rolling around in the bed just comforting each other. I couldn't begin to tell you how great it feels just to lay with Him. To listen to the deep breaths He takes, and the little growls His body makes when He is pleased.

      He leaves the room. I know where He is going. There is a little white chair I have become familiar with stored in an adjacent room. He returns and the fun begins. He smiles at me sweetly and says “Come on,” while He motions me forward. He spins me around facing away from Him and places a blindfold across my eyes once again. This one isn't the nice and comfy one like last time. This one has two individual eye patches both very firm, and very tight. I was instructed to hold my arms straight forward. I could feel His hands wandering across my body. From my shoulders he slid them firmly to my waist, and then around me. A tight hug made me feel safe. I stood there a few minutes, wondering what was next. My hands still reaching forward, and my knees shaking with anticipation. He then removed my top. I hate being topless. Always have. So this moment was one of extreme humiliation for me, yet I loved it. I can't see Him, but I know He was looking at me.

      After a minute or so I felt a coolness slide up my arms. It had a smooth feel, and the smell of leather. When my arms were slid completely inside, He pulled them around me, and fastened them tightly. Mmmmmm …. it was a leather straight jacket. My heart began to race. The tightness as He fastened me in was so comforting. Listening to the sounds of the straps and buckles as He fastened me in tighter and tighter, removing every bit of the control that I may have once had. My shorts were then pulled off of my body, and straps fastened between my legs. What an amazing feel. I felt warm, and safe, but so very vulnerable. I feel my skin becoming electrified, with no way of releasing the tingle. Trapped in the jacket with my own excitement!

     He then sits me in what I like to call the “comfy chair.” While it is not necessarily the comfiest seat in the house, it is definitely where I feel most comfortable. It is where I find myself at His mercy. Where I most ache to please Him. Here in the comfy chair He takes me to a place outside my own body. A place of excitement and pleasure in my own mind. How I have longed to go there again, to have Him push me back to the place where my soul sings and my spirit soars. My breaths begin to slow and deepen. I find myself relaxing into the jacket from the moment He fastens the last buckle.

      He moves me to the chair and tell me to sit. He tells me how hot I look in the jacket. I can only imagine! He had always talked about getting me all “leathered up,” and now I understand why He was so excited about it. I had never before felt such an intense feeling of being bound, along with the exquisite comfort of leather. Who would have known it could be so fantastic? He opens the flaps on the front of the jacket exposing my swollen nipples. My breasts are too large to come completely through the openings, but just the right size to expose two of His favorite toys. My nipples. My arousal is obvious to Him. Mmmmm I bite my lip hard as He pinches my nipple. I love it when He does that. A firm touch at first, but then piercing before He releases. Just enough of a tease to tweek my senses and get my blood pumping. I smile at Him. I wonder if He is smiling back at me.

      Cold metal against my flesh. He has gotten clamps again. I wonder which ones He has chosen this time. I feel Him fastening them down, tighter and tighter, until they have a nice burning feel to them. Some people would wonder about my fascination with pain, but all I know is that pain takes me to a place of complete ecstasy better than any drug could. Triggering endorphin rush through moderate pain can cause more pleasure to me than almost anything. Feeling the pain, enduring it, welcoming it, and anticipating more can be such a rush. 
     I began to squirm from the feeling of the slapper against my breasts while they were already burning from the clamps. The jacket was so tight. Only my legs had any freedom to move, yet my legs were not what He was currently taunting. My breasts became fevered, and the openings in the jacket allowed for the chill of winter air to brush across my exposed flesh. How arousing! He continued to pull on the chain He had clamped on my swollen nipples. He hooked them to a chain attached to the leather wrapped around my neck.
     I hear the clicking of a camera. I hear it repeatedly. I become fevered. My body moves nervously as He enjoys the show of what He has done to my body already. Seeing my back arch, seeing me squirm wondering where He is, and what exactly He is shooting. Imagining the menacing smile on His face. HAWT! He continues with His documentation for a few minutes, capturing so much of my soul through His eye.

      Silence again. I wait anxiously to find out what is in store for me now. I feel His legs slide around me. He sits behind me on the edge of the bed, and leans forward, His warm breath on my ear.

      “You are such a good girl,” He says.

      I melt.

      He touches the flesh of my arms. Caressing me so softly. Electricity flows between the two of us. Then He laughs. Such a devious little laugh He has when He plays with His good girl. The one that makes me bite my lip, and take a deep breath of anticipation. The feeling is like a cool drink of water to someone who has been in a desert for way too long. The girl is happy. I feel His hands going around my face. Something brushes against both sides of my cheeks. He forces something into my mouth. It's rather uncomfortable and I'm not exactly sure how my lips go around this thing, or where my tongue belongs now. It's an O-ring gag. I have never worn one before, and must say that is a rather interesting feeling indeed. He fastens it tightly behind my head and pulls my head back toward Him while giving my tits a slap once more. He begins playing with me once again. Making the girl inside of me dance. She dances to His tune.

      He continues to assault my breasts and thighs with His devious little toys. I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into my own mind again. The more He pains me, pleases me, and touches me, the more I slip away. The jacket comforts me. Makes me feel safe as I fall into my own oblivion of happiness and arousal. I hear the camera once again. What a blessing He has given to me. As always He finds a way to touch the deepest parts of my soul. Whether it be the beast within me or the girl who yearns to be played with He always finds something. After teasing me and spanking me to the point that my thighs became moist with excitement He removes my blindfold.

      There in front of me was the television. On the screen was something I had never seen before. I could not speak, since I was gagged. All I could do was watch in amazement as I saw Him there in front of me. He was wearing a straight jacket as well, and hooded. How amazingly wonderful that I knew at this very moment how great one feels. What a wonderful way for Him to introduce me to His beautiful memory.

      He was being played with right there in front of me. I watched in excitement while He stood there watching my reactions. I watched Him as He was being pleased, saw the way His head lunged forward as it was all He was capable of moving. I squirmed with arousal as I watched Him in the same wonderful dream that I am in. Watching Him enjoy the pain and welcome it. Watching Her take Him to that place. He never ceases to amaze me in the way He turns me on. I continued to watch, and become peaceful inside as I began to finally drop from the heights He had taken me to. I found warmth in His arms that were now around me. He stopped the show, and began to release me from the restraints.

      I was exhausted body and soul. By the time I was completely freed my body was ready to collapse. We retired once again to His bed. I curled my fevered and naked body next to His side. He wrapped the strength of His arm tightly around me and kissed my forehead. He held His “good girl” while she drifted off into dreams of Him, and the unknown that lay ahead for them both. 

A Beast Awakened

Chapter 1
      Leaned forward sitting on the edge of the bed. Knees closed, ankles spread, just watching Him. Looking upward into His eyes. There's something about them. Something deep, wildly intriguing. Listening to His stories, seeing genuine happiness erupt within Him while remembering the good times. My heart melts. What an amazing specimen pain has created. A towering man, solidly built, with a deep voice that could command your very soul. Yet a man who would willingly give anything to to feel the joy of being totally controlled.  A conundrum in itself.

     On one side, He is a sensual being. Wanting to touch, caress, squeeze and enjoy every part of you, yet trying His best to still surrender his control to one who He has loved for so long. Denying Himself things He yearns for. Not allowing Himself to explore His curiosities to the full extent. His honor untouched.

     His heart bleeds. My heart does too.

     I know his pain. In many ways, i am Him. I know how touch can make you feel. I know what it is like to burn deep inside yearning to please someone. I know the warmth inside when you feel like you've done well. We are the same beast. So imagine my dilemma. My body, mind, and soul yearn. They fire and ignite like they haven't in so long. I follow His lead, though my heart yearns to go down a path of more intimate connection with Him. I understand His dilemma, and His desire  to end His long time relationship respectfully.

     So onto  the confusing part of things. The parts that make me insane. The way He looks into my eyes. The way He makes my flesh burn with excitement. I melt to His touch, and my mind races in His presence. I see the other side of Him. The one He has never had the chance to explore, and become so undeniably interested in. The side that comes so naturally to Him as He makes my skin burn, and my mind numb. The way He makes my body arch, and my flesh weak. The way I fall helpless to His actions, and enjoy being but a mere puppet on His strings.

     Nonetheless here we are. We relax, enjoying each other's conversation, flirting coyly, and nervous about what will become, and whether or not things will be as we hope. He moves to His toy bag and my heart jumps a beat. I feel nervous, excited, intrigued. As he pulls the ropes out of the bag my body tingles. Rope has always been one of my fetishes. Something about the tightness, and its beauty when properly used. It's been a while since I have had the luxury of feeling it next to my skin. I can't tell you how badly I miss it in words alone.  He smiles at me, and beckons me forwards. Feeling the first piece of rope wrapping around my body, I tremble. Arms forward, watching Him. Seeing the excited look in His eye. Feeling myself being bound tighter and tighter into a well constructed chest harness. How nice it feels. Tight enough to feel the strength of the rope as I breath.

Rope was a perfect choice of attire to go with the black wife beater and jeans I was wearing. No bra.

     Once perfected, He places me in a chair nearby. Fastening ankles to the chair with rope, tying my hair to the back of the chair, rendering me absolutely unable to get away from whatever it is that may come. Blindfolded at this point, and bound, I begin a journey into the unknown. My breath is all I can hear. I can see nothing. My body trembles with anticipation. My mind whirrs. I feel the cloth of my shirt being cut. He has exposed my nipples for His enjoyment. And to be honest, mine as well. The air is mildly chilly making my nipples become immediately erect. I feel Him touching one. I have feared this moment for over a week now. He teasingly sent me a message containing a picture of some rather menacing nipple clamps. Clover clamps! I've enjoyed nipple clamps in my time, but never any that seemed as wicked as these. They were manufactured very sturdy, heavy, with a chain binding them together. My breasts are heavy, and I can not imagine how ouchy these clamps could be if used to lift them. I quiver and tremble feeling Him fasten them on. They are tight. Very much pinchy. I couldn't be any happier at this moment.

     He moves away. To where,  I have no idea.  Being hearing impaired can have its disadvantages, but in this case it's an advantage. I enjoy the “not knowing” aspect of playing. Nervousness drives me wild. Being in the complete ignorance of His whereabouts, or His actions  evokes an overwhelming feeling of excitement within me. I feel my temperature raise. My breaths become more rapid, yet deep from time to time due to nervous frustration. I think if I bite my lip any more it might bleed. Honestly, I am shocked that my lip doesn't naturally have an indent on one side. When my body takes over control of my mind, when I slip into that abyss of warmth, tingle, and anticipation, my lip takes a beating from my teeth. I'm the worst of what a lip biter could be. It's just the beast within me chewing her way out. The  tigress who lies calmly awaiting the tiniest of pokes from another beast to awaken her viscous  instincts.  

     This tigress had been lying in wait for nearly four years. She paces inside me, clawing my insides, yearning to overcome me and make me weak to her demands and her need to feast. I have seen her ferocity before. Not often, but on a few wonderful occasions when my mind could not control her. She was once beaten with a wooden sword, yet was never tamed. Once in mental confinement for 3 years, yet still she roamed eagerly inside me, not submitting to these beasts of such weak nature. She is a force to be dealt with cautiously.

     Ouch! The pain flowing through my breasts awakens me back to my current reality.  

He pulls on the chain connected to my ample nipples.  Searing pain, beginning at the nipples,  feels  like fire rolling through my skin. She growls. My body arches, unable to move much, and desperately wanting to flee from the feeling. My mind fights, struggles to choke her, but her baying continues. The fire fuels the engines inside me. Sprockets begin to turn, and well lubricated wheels begin to spin. Electric races through my every limb. Electricity generated from the clockwork of the soul is like lightning. It travels through every last inch of my body. My toes curl, knees slightly buckle, and the largest of breaths collapses from my body. She has broken free from within.

     “Mmmmmmmm” is all I can muster at this point. My breath barely able to make it through, and my lips too weak to speak much else. The beast has overcome, and verbal communication is no longer a part of reality. She speaks the language of pain, sensation, seduction, and sensuality. The language of excitement, arousal, desire, and amazement.

Her words are soft wisps of air from within. The tossing of a neck from side to side, the clenching of fingers, the sweat forming on my brow. She bleeds through my every pore.

     Snap. The sting of His crop against the clamped nipple. Uhhhh... not sure if I like that. It definitely burns. I inhale deep, and wait for the next contact. It comes, repeatedly, feverishly on the very same nipple, it makes me twinge, makes my body grow tense, I struggle to regain some control of her. I consider  trying to shut her cage. He trades to the other nipple, making sure to warm each side evenly. I can feel heat coming from my nipples as they moan with each smack of a crop or wooden icing spreader. He cracks the first nipple  once again and harder this time. Then rapidly again. I feel the moisture between my legs beginning to seep through my jeans. It feels so warm as it travels, yet cold against my skin once the greedy jeans soak it away from me. He leans in from behind me and growls in my ear. The shear excitement in His voice, the warmth of his breath on my eager neck. I feel Him wrap His arms around me. He holds me tightly and caresses my neck with his  cheek. She purrs.

     He holds me for only a minute. Never taking His eye off of the beast. She is lying in the corner licking herself, recovering from her wounds and preparing for the next attack. It comes swiftly upon the fleshier part of my thigh. The icing spreader. Solid with its wood build, smooth, and sleek. It is like a hot flat iron once it gets warmed up. A firm thud, with a rather stinging bite from end to end. She thrashes around inside me causing my body to heave against His constraints. My body aches with excitement, my cunt drips with delight. From thigh to thigh He plays back and forth on His new toy. Never before has He unwrapped such a gift. Never did He expect how much would love this new and amazing toy He has found.

     Like a musician plucking strings on his favorite instrument He makes my body sing. It's a tune of bonding and union. Two souls in harmony,  dancing to the rhythm of one. Endorphins flood my body, I feel myself slipping away. Slipping into the moments of pure touch. Moments of ecstasy. When you feel your spirit fly from within the bounds of human existence to soar to heights of the unknown. He took me there. I fell helpless to His touch. He made the acquaintance of the beast, and she nuzzled against Him. He guided me through  remote ends of my soul. He pained me, pleased me, made me feel everything that I had been denying myself for so very long. He brought the beast from within her desolate den of anguish and opened her eyes to the future, and her next meal.

     Physically drained and mentally numbed He removes the blindfold. He tells me to look at how hot I am. In front of me is a stand up mirror. I see myself, nipples beaten, one slightly bloody, and His smile shining down on me. Looking at me with pride. Excited that my body rhythmically followed the notes of His hands. The song written by His spirit. His depth. His understanding. His passion.

     A coolness crosses my body. I hear her whine when she enters back into her cell. The door remains open. He has gained her trust, and she shall await  His return. Always keeping a steady eye watching for His need to be filled.

     We retire to His bed. As He lays down I scamper off to another room to prepare myself to look pretty for Him in a suit of my choosing. A short black nightie, pink panties with garters, and thigh high leggings. I return and He is pleased with what He sees. He holds me close against Him. Caressing my skin gently with a slow pace, caring for His new toy. I touch Him as well. Thanking Him for what He has given to me. I caress Him softly, feeling His fevered  skin against my hand. I rub His tummy and He smiles.  My hand roams eagerly across His body. Touching places that do not get touched nearly often enough. The back of His knee bend, the insides of His thighs, the hardened mass  restrained beneath His shorts. I rub ever so gently against His thighs, delicately touching His cock as my arm passes. I feel Him beginning to rise. I see His arousal intensifying. While continuing to grace Him with my touch, I move my head to His lap. His excitement still growing. I rub Him more obviously now. Teasing Him. Letting Him know that I am not afraid to touch it. I want to touch it. I want to taste it, please it, use it, have it use me. I want it all. I lean more closely feeling the heat coming from His body. I place my mouth atop His shorts and breath slowly onto the head of His cock. The heat flows through the fabric and gives Him an amazing sensation of warmth. I stroke Him again through the shorts. I grasp Him firmly. His body quivers. He growls. I heat Him again, and tease and rub Him once more. He is stimulated by the my touch. Rather surprised to be responding this way to me. I remove His shorts and begin to tease Him further. He now dances to my tune.

     After teaching Him the chords orally for a while, I climb atop him wearing only panties. I massage myself against Him. My wetness obvious to His throbbing cock. I feel Him pulsing against me. I begin to rock my hips gently against His. Slowly, feeling Him press against me. She purrs again. My lip again takes a beating. I smile at Him. He smiles back. His forehead fevered, cheeks rosy. He grasps my hips and pulls me yet closer. His back arches, His organ pressing harder against me. I yearn to feel Him. My body aches inside. Constant throbbing, the absolute need to feel Him. She takes control of me once more. I ride against Him, feeling almost as though He actually was inside of me. I close my eyes, and imagine the feel of Him. The curve of Him inside me, touching things as He moves in and out of my aching body. RAWR! She is furious. Hungry. She needs to feed.  The moments become more intense as each pass. The point of climax so close. I thrust her back to her cell. It is not the time. The time is when He deems. I slow my stride, and squeeze the flesh of His chest out of frustration and need. I dismount Him and find my place at His side. He comforts me. I find peace, and fall asleep safe in His arms. Her door still remains open.

     Two friends found comfort in each other's company, electricity from their touch, and passion from their souls. This was never supposed to have happened. The thing is though, you can't deny the force of Nature what She wants. Instincts and chemistry are more powerful than the logical mind will ever be. A firm, yet affectionate hug ended their blissful moments. Neither one of them able to let go easily when they parted.