Sleepless Nights

I awoke in the night.
I lay in bed wanting to slip back into sleep but as the minutes passed sleep moved further away.
My mind wandered to thoughts of my bitch, on his knees, bent over, while I pounded him with my big blue cock.
The physical desire was intense.  My boy however was far away, such a desire unmeetable, so I had to content myself with imagination. With slipping my mind as far into the fantasy as I was able. I let him know what I was thinking via text before I settled down to try and get back to sleep; a restless sleep full of frustrated dreams.

The next night I snuggled down in Mat’s bed long before he was ready to go to sleep. He came and curled up next to me for a little but he seemed reluctant to be intimate and I didn’t want to push him. He went back to his activities and I drifted off gently into sleep.

As is common for us, as I drifted back towards wakefulness at the end of a sleep cycle he finally came to bed. He lay down next to me and guided my hand over his naked, smooth body. Freshly shaved, I knew what that implied and I instantly wanted him.
I jokingly accused him of teasing (I didn’t mean it to remain a tease) and he denied it.
“If I was teasing I’d push my cunt out at you.” he purred, suiting the action to the words.
I reached out to stroke the inviting curve of his bottom but he pulled away.
“You have to sleep” he told me, “you have to get up for work”. Desire warred with rationality and reluctantly I lay still and tried to sleep. As I lay there listening to his breathing deepen my tension increased. The craving to take him growing stronger with every slow second. I remembered another time this desire had filled me and how I had needed to wear my strap-on and make it part of me before I could rest. I sat up in bed wide awake, watching Mat sleep  and wondering if merely wearing it would be enough.

I had reached the point when sleep was impossible. I got out of bed and pulled open the drawer where it lay.
Mat heard the noise and rolled over muttering about my needing to sleep as he did so. He was lying on his side now, his bottom turned towards me. As I strapped on my dildo I knew I had to fuck him, only that would calm my sleepless excitement.

As I threw back the duvet and positioned my cock against him he was still protesting and then, between heartbeats, as I pushed against him he moaned in eager acceptance. Suddenly he was all slut and I was keen to have him. I slid inside him and we were both lost in the moment. Here was my boy, my bitch, moaning and whimpering under me with eager acceptance. I pressed deep into him with gasps of pleasure.

Later, a pause for breath and I slid out of him. I swapped dildos now to wear the blue one; so much larger than the other. Mat knelt on the bed, head lowered, arms stretched out in front of him. A sight so beautiful that it takes my breath away. I heard him gasp as I pushed my way into him, pounding his cunt and hearing his tiny cries rise steadily in pitch.
This was my boy. His cunt mine to plunder whenever I please and I was pleased.

At last, sated, I stopped. Our relationship sealed, I settled down to sleep.
A sweet, dreamless sleep. Sleeping soundly until just before it was time to wake. The perfect, refreshing sleep of a happy Domme.

The Penalty For Speeding

The car sped through the narrow country lanes. The driver, a man in his mid forties, threw the car enthusiastically into each turn and corner. He was enjoying the sunshine, the freedom of the open road.

He was on his way home; an unexpectedly early end to his business meeting meant that he would be home much sooner than usual, missing rush hour and surprising his wife. As he drove home he imagined walking in through the front door. She would be in the kitchen preparing supper perhaps. He would take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, she would respond eagerly. He would push her up against the kitchen counter and his hand would wander up under her skirt, between her legs. Her pussy would be damp as he pushed his fingers into her and she would gasp against his lips as he did so. When he felt her body relax against him, panting eagerly, her pussy tight around his hand, he would turn her round and bend her over the worktop. He would pull her skirt up and push her panties to one side, then he would unzip his trousers…
The car sped on down the road. Continue reading “The Penalty For Speeding”

What Happened In The Woods

This weekend was a weekend to conjure with. Spent largely in mediaeval England in the woods it was filled with moments of pure fantasy.

Hearing historical tales of crime and punishment and imagining tying my boy to a cart and flogging him round the site (we had cart, rope and flogger so it would have been quite feasible).
Seeing the stocks and wanting to fasten him in there, bent over and naked, as the village whore so that anyone might use him.
Looking at the moon, full and high over the field, and wishing to see him nude and glorious under it.
Watching my boy pull down an errant branch (we needed to drive under the tree) and wanting to take it and whip him with it.

Oh yes, the woods were full of fantasy this weekend. The reality was a little tamer but there were moments of real delight.

Buying rope together, looking, handling it and not entirely admitting what we wanted it for.
In a flowing dress of velvet and satin, having my peasant boy kneel at my feet in the busy tavern for a photo that means more than the drinkers around us may have guessed.
A quiet moment in our tent (it had to be) where I held the lead around his neck and fucked him with my strap-on and then watched him cum in my hand as I told him he was my bitch.

Yes, the woods were full of magic this weekend.

Springing The Surprise

One of the great privileges of being a Domme is the opportunity to make someone’s fantasies come true. When those fantasies include phrases such as ‘in public’ and ‘forced’ they take a little bit of effort.

I’d told Mat I wanted to play with him, I’d insisted he get smooth and prepare his body for me. When I then put clothes on him and got him in the car he was a little surprised. I drove (an adventure in itself) without telling him where we were going but after a little while he began to correctly suspect our destination might be a dungeon we had visited previously. I told him nothing more of what awaited him.

When we arrived I blindfolded him and led him inside and locked him away in the cage. He curled up comfortably in his darkness and I left him to rest. Meanwhile people were arriving. We whispered greetings in the hallway so as not to disturb the boy in his cage. Then, with some trepidation, I went and helped Mat out, of all the things I had in store for him this was the part that I had most feared he wouldn’t enjoy. With him dressed only in (my) red silk panties I cuffed his hands behind his back (at least partly so he couldn’t hit me) I sat him down and removed his blindfold so that he could see the group of people who then sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.


The initial formalities over, I took him away for a while to flog him gently before leading him to the bench where he was blindfolded again, strapped down and his panties pulled down. While one lady wound wool tightly around his cock another applied nipple clamps and electricity. A crowd of people stood around, torturing my boy in various ways and thoroughly enjoying his inevitably humorous reactions. Eventually the scene ended with the wool being pulled rapidly from my boy’s cock causing it to move so fast it disappeared into a blur.

After a chance to recover from the physical overload, he went to clean up. He came back to me to find me wearing my strap-on over my catsuit and he was eager enough to get on his knees and suck it. After a little while I got him up on another bench, strapped down with his legs apart and his boy-cunt clearly accessible. I lubed him up generously and began to fuck him gently. Slowly, people came to watch and I carried on. Being watched while I fucked my boy was a first for me but my attention was on his reactions as he became aware of our audience. We were joined then by another strap-on wearing Domme who put her cock in my boy’s mouth and fucked his face until he gagged on it.

I withdrew then, moving round to tell my boy how good he was being, as the dildo he had so recently lubed up with his mouth was forced into his cunt. Mat’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. ‘Oh, God, yes’ he moaned as he was fucked hard and vigorously. After a while another cock was thrust into his mouth and he sucked it eagerly. After a few seconds he gasped for breath.
“It’s a real one” he exclaimed in surprise before taking it back in and sucking it as best he could.
Finally when his brains had been fucked out I took a moment to change into my big blue cock and give him a final fucking. He took it easily, loving every second. When I had finished and I untied him from from the bench he could hardly walk and I supported him, delighting in the look of pleasure on his face.

I hadn’t finished with him though. It was his birthday after all and birthdays require candles. I had one candle for every year of his life, in rainbow colours. We lay him down and dripped wax on him. The candles were hot and he had been thoroughly tortured already but he was determined to be brave and see it through. Finally one white candle completed the set, my beautiful, brave birthday boy, covered in wax.

Thanks are due to every one of our friends who helped to make that night so special, we literally couldn’t have done it without them.

More Important Than The Football

Mat had made it very clear at the start of the Euro 2012 championship that he intended to be watching every match. As this post shows sometimes this poses some interesting limitations to work around.

I’d sent him off to work in my panties again. The goal was for him to remember that he was my bitch, that he was owned and that I had every intention of fucking that cute ass of his later; sometimes there is simply no substitute for that act of possession.

As we watched the first half of the match he snuggled up against me, an eager submissive, as long as I didn’t disrupt his view of the game. I slipped my hand inside his trousers to feel his tackle getting hard, barely contained by the panties he still wore. I stroked and sucked his cock and balls, reminding him he was mine.

At half-time we made a decision, diving upstairs quickly together, to the bedroom. As I watched him strip I strapped on my big blue cock, and his eyes widened.

“You’re going to rape me” he gasped.

I was. It had been too long since I had used this cock on him, I needed his submission.

I had to keep this simple, we had no extra time to play with. He got down on all fours on the bed and I lubed up my strap-on and slid it into him. His breathing changed as I did so, and as always I was impressed with how easily he took it.

I fucked him hard, banging him like a whore, claiming his body as my own. I was lost in the pleasure of it, getting a real kick out of those delightful sounds he makes. Listening to the pitch of his whimpers alter as I hurt him. As he offered himself to me through the pain, I loved him intensely.

In a moment of submission, as I paused for breath, he stayed there bent over, his boy-cunt in the air. Willing to be used, how I pleased, for as long as I pleased.

“You’re more important than football” he told me sincerely.

The result? Moved beyond words, I spent a few precious seconds more enjoying his cunt. Then I withdrew; I wanted there to be no penalty for that genuine act of submission. Sending him to clean up, I slipped my harness back in its box.
Loved, fucked and connected; Mat and I went to watch the second half of the game.


Raped, Whipped and Drowned

Mat and I went away for the weekend. Our first ever trip away together; it was memorable for many reasons but certainly having the time and space to play was certainly one of them.

We drove through the night until shortly before dawn we stopped, exhausted and decided to check into a hotel. Once in our room the tiredness was temporarily forgotten as my boy pushed his boy-cunt up at me invitingly and I was glad to claim it.

I fucked him hard until he whimpered but it was not enough for either of us. I lay back on the bed still wearing my strap-on and watched as he fucked himself on it, his hand wanking his cock, his body arched back in pleasure until he came, shaking and moaning rapturously. I took him again in the morning, twice more and left him sore before we hit the road again.

Once in a hotel at our destination we spent some time on other diversions. The paddle, the crop and the flogger all saw service as, with our music playing, I concentrated on hitting him. Spread out on the white sheets his whole body was available to me and I played the flogger over it all. When I came to his feet he lifted them up to me and I cupped my hand underneath them, steadying them as I gently stroked and whipped the soles with my pink flogger. He didn’t flinch or pull away as I held him, my willing and trusting victim.

The most memorable moment of all though was in the swimming pool. Alone together, with no lifeguard, I held him as he floated in the pool. Then holding his nose gently I pushed his head under the water. He lay still, cradled in my arms, unable to breathe until I brought him back to the surface. Several times I did this and his cock grew hard in response. He was utterly mine in that moment, offering his life and breath to me, treasured in return.

Later on we discussed our weekend, so busy and full in many ways.
“I’ve been raped, whipped and drowned” he commented.
Our eyes met, and our thoughts and smiles came together.
“A very good weekend”.

Time Well Spent

She was naked while the woman who stood before her was fully clothed. A part of her wondered why she had done this, agreed to submit to this woman that in many ways she hardly knew. ‘It’s only for two hours’ she reassured herself but her watch lay with the neat pile of clothes in another room on the other side of the locked door.

The room was windowless but it was painted white and well lit, she wished it had been darker so she felt less exposed. Against the white the darkness of the few pieces of furniture was a stark contrast, each with attachment bolts and suddenly looking ominous. As if her fearful glances had been noticed the Domme led her to the cross against the wall and buckled her wrists and ankles in place, leaving her facing the wall, stretched in an ‘X’ and unable to see what was happening behind her. Continue reading “Time Well Spent”