Clamped Lips

He tells me to sit on the edge of the bed and snaps a single clamp onto each of my lips. The chains hang down between my thighs, knocking against my knees. He tells me to stand and I do, uncomfortably. He gives me a circle of chain in my right and left hand and tells me to lean forward.

I expose myself to him, clamped and sore and vulnerable and he tells me to stretch.

I start to pull at each chain slowly, arms stretching straight into a style of crucified pose. My neck lolls like a sagged rope. I whimper in pain and pull.

Once he is satisfied with my efforts here, he makes me stretch another space. I panic in my faith but resign myself to task, cranking the width of a metal spreader inside my awful hole.

I do these things for him because I want to. I do these things because I love to please him. I do these things for him because we're mine.

A Few Days, A Few Tricks

He fucks me against the kitchen table, he eats me across it.

Later he tells me he held my feet the way he did so he could watch my lips part and pout.

We lay in front of the fire and he strokes me.

He puts all his hands inside me and stretches me out how he likes me.

I suck him and pull him until he tastes my mouth.

The Older Dom - Pleasure

He placidly strokes my skin, makes me squirm and twitch. He makes the edge like gum, stretched out long in front of me, and I'm wet like the spit in his mouth.

As the pressure aches I ask for more. He fills me back and front with his strong hand and I want to hurt for him. I beg for torture. He clamps my nipples in steel. Chains the clovers together and drops the central coil of metal into my mouth. He fucks me forcefully with his fingers and watches me lick and drag tendrals of silver between my teeth so I can pull at the chain and hurt myself.

I orgasm, flush his licking lips with fluid, wet his chin, give him power.

We break, he talks. I squirm and jolt with every touch. My skin flutters with electric fantasies. I get to come again later, sitting on a toy. I buck and flood. Lost in my own head. Wet, weighted, full flesh. He cradles me up. Im shaking. He kisses my neck, he whispers in my ear. He tells me I'm his good girl.

A Long Weekend - Animals

He has spread my split holes open so I am aching and ready for him. He fills my front and tells me how beautiful I feel to him. He coaxes an orgasm from me and spreads his own liquid into sheathed latex. We breath, relax, I roll my hips into him. He takes my bottom next. Makes me go again in a bucking primal climax. He leans hard over me. I taste blood and I smell warm breath and fluid. The intensity is wretched and full. The air feels so tight that I could cut an escape hole, if I wanted to that is, which for now I never would.

A Long Weekend - Liquids

We fuck in his living room, his sweat drips onto my lips. I close my eyes and beg him to fill me up. I feel warmth as he spurts fluid onto my cream thighs. I feel fondness as he drops against my skin.

A Long Weekend - Showers

He bends my body, snapped in half. We stand in the shower, my feet struggle for grip. He pushes deftly inside me and fucks me with brutality as hot steaming water crashes down onto my back, drips through my rat black hair and smothers my breathing.

A Long Weekend - Fireworks

We stand in the cold park. You in your boots. Me in my flat freezing feet. We watch the colours shoot high into the sky and rain down again, with a fizzle of excitement. I wrap my arm around you and rest my woollen palm on your coated back. I lay my head against your chest and look up in awe. You hold me tightly as sulphur and smoke fills our cold noses.

The Going To, The Getting Back.

A dark haired girl sits on a train reading a Ballard, bookmarked with an empty flattened packet of Byrant matches.

The Boy - Endless

He sits and pets and runs his hands along me, perfectly, for what seems like an ever.

When he spreads my lips we're both surprised by all the molten liquor.

He bucks his fingers to complete me, and I'm awash with ecstasy.

The Older Dom - Adored and Used

For the first time he adores me. He lets my lay still and strokes my body. He runs his beautiful tips along my papery skin. He makes my back arch and my toes curl. I instinctively roll to my stomach, bend and open up to him.

We fuck classically and then I beg to be sodomised. He places a toy beneath me so that I can rub myself on its electronic vibrations. He spreads and stretches me. He slides inside me. We move together hard until we come. I coat the plastic and the cotton sheets. His dribbles from my insides.