Thank You Note

After all, politeness is important, even in fantasy.

It was an important meeting. She carried a briefcase and an overnight bag to the car, and kissed her husband goodbye. His hand trailed over her breasts, and she flushed slightly as she waved him goodbye, remembering the previous evening. He had found the sharpie in her briefcase, and had written on her breasts and pussy, before making love to her. The words were there still, concealed under her smart suit. She shook her head as if to clear it, she had a busy day ahead of her.

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My Darkest Fantasy

The thing about feeling ill is that you end up spending a lot of time in bed, thinking; and the less capable you are of being kinky somehow the more you end up thinking kinky. My fantasies tend to range from things I’ve done, to things I’d like to do, to the totally unrealistic (but very hot). I suspect this comes somewhere between the last two categories.

It starts gently enough. We are together, my Master and I, with time ahead of us. We snuggle. He tells me he loves me. He tells me he wants to play with me.

“I want you to be a good girl”, he soothes, “I know you can do this”.

Then it begins.

There are no details here, because whatever occurs, is his desire, and even in fantasy, to seek to describe it, would make it my own, but there are possibilities…

He commands and expects obedience. I obey. His demands continue, and I become frightened. I am cheeky, seeking to lighten the mood, to draw softness from him, instead of this implacable hardness. Perhaps he gags me now, to silence me.

He continues to play with me. I hear myself beg for mercy, but there is no respite. I start to sob, unable to bear what he is doing, what he is asking of me. I expect him to stop now, surely he will feel I have taken enough. He does not stop. I cannot believe what he is doing, but I struggle to endure it.

He continues to an ending. It does not end with my orgasm, although he may have ripped them from me as part of his play. It may end with his, or simply when he has finished whatever he intended. Yet there is an ending. He walks away, and I am left alone, still sobbing. I feel used, empty of myself. I feel the pain of submission, the reality of his control.

Then suddenly his arms are around me. He comforts my tears, and I cling to him, my rescuer, as surely as he has just been my torturer. He holds me close, and tells me he loves me, that he is proud of me, that I have pleased him.

I know then that I would willingly endure it all again.

In the Night

A fantasy from the darkness, a fragment caught on waking.

She nestled in the bed between sleep and waking. Her body curled up tightly. Her Master’s hands reached from behind her, grasping her hip. Without¬† warning he moved over her and pushed his erect penis inside her. She moaned a wordless sound of protest and sleepily tried to escape his grip. He held her tighter his hips thrusting, driving himself deeply inside her.¬† Each stroke made her gasp and she curled her arms across her belly as though to prevent his cock forcing it’s way right through her body.

He continued to fuck her, his body over hers, repeatedly filling her with his erection, slamming against her cervix. She moaned with discomfort at each stroke even as her hips pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, inviting his possession. She was lost in the sensation. she heard herself whispering “yes, yes” as he drove his cock deep into her as hard as he could.

The rhythm changed as he neared his release, and she savoured each stroke as his voice cried out inarticulately with pleasure. he collapsed then, his body draped over her, holding her immobile.

She breathed deeply, gathering herself after the onslaught. She was aware of him still inside her pussy, and of her own dampness, her helpless response to his lust. He pulled out then and rolled away and she turned to follow him pressing her breasts against his back, pushing her hips towards him.

“Master, may I cum?”

“No”, his voice was curt, “be silent and go back to sleep slut.”

Frustrated still, she obeyed.