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2 ~ fiona’s Fun

9 Jan

They lead fiona to a bathroom , make her sit on the toilet first, and she would have protested, but she can still hear Sir Q telling her to be quiet.  Then they make her use the bidet, and they wash her.

She can’t believe this is happening.  How odd, to feel their hands touching her in the most intimate places.  She’s torn between feeling a bit indignant and wanting to giggle.

‘Do you think we should shave her?” asks one of them.  Elena rubs her hand over fiona’s pussy consideringly.  “Feels like she’s shaved within the last couple of days”  Indignant, fiona thinks, “no, i shaved today, when i showered before we came here!”  

But Elena goes on,  “I think not.  We will before she’s presented tomorrow,” she says.  “Not tonight.  Tonight they can see her as she is.”

Hearing this, fiona feels quite insecure.  She almost wishes they would shave her tonight, but then, no, she really doesn’t want them to.  It’s very confusing, having this mix of feelings inside herself.

They wash her feet and her face, brush her hair.  At last, all cleaned up, they lead her back through several rooms and down a hallway.  Her hands are still fastened behind her back, and they guide her gently so she doesn’t lose her balance.

She’s a bit disoriented, walking back through these rooms and down the hallway naked.  She can’t quite believe this is happening to her, but it is, and one minute she’s thrilled, and the next she’s scared to death.

They stop at the entrance to another room, and Elena produces a simple blindfold, like you might wear at night to block out the light.  She puts it over fiona’s eyes.

For a moment, fiona panics, a rush of anxiety, and she starts to protest, “No ~ i ~ ” but she discovers that the darkness is a gift.  She no longer feels self conscious about her nakedness, it’s as if she’s invisible, and that’s a good feeling.  

Hands stroke her arms, soothing ~ “as if i were a horse,” she thinks.  Elena murmurs, “It’s ok, darlin’, your Master will be here.  You trust Him, don’t you?”

And what difference would it make now if she didn’t? fiona wonders.  Blindfolded, arms fastened behind her back, she can hardly escape if she wanted to.  She has no control here, and all she can do is hope that Sir Q knows what he’s doing.

The women lead her into the room, and she has no idea who’s there.  But they help her kneel on a pad on the floor, and she’s secretly thrilled to be made to assume the position she’s always read about.

Knees spread, rocked back on her heels.  She wishes she could have her palms turned up, resting lightly on her thighs, but this is a variation she’s heard of, since her hands are fastened behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward.  

She smiles to herself.  “It’s like i’ve got a checklist,” she thinks, “and i’ll be checking to see if they’re doing it right!”

“Pinch her nipples, please,” a male voice ~ not Sir Q ~ says.

Someone ~ who is it?  Probably Elena, but she doesn’t know whose fingers pinch and pull at her nipples.  The sensation shoots through her, directly to her pussy, and she makes a noise.  A little, tiny noise.

“Very nice,” says the strange male voice.  fiona hears movement around her, disconcerted, she wonders what is happening.  She’s moving back into a kind of panic, but every time she thinks she will have to do something or explode, she remembers that she is helpless, and that Sir Q is here.  That this is what He wants, and she’s able to calm herself.

But then the voice is behind her, and He  says, “Expose her please.”  

Hands ~ someone’s hands ~ push her head down, holding her firmly with a hand on her neck.  This effectively raises her ass.  She can feel cool air on her pussy and her mind sort of freezes.

This is really happening.  She doesn’t know who’s touching her.  And their hands caress the insides of her thighs.    Move up and spread the outer lips of her pussy, and then fingers penetrate her and she gasps.

Suddenly, the checklist disappears, and she feels herself slipping away into some other space.  

“Sir?” she says, bewildered.  “Sir?”

Someone laughs.

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So Lady P’s comment yesterday cracked me up ~ in case you missed it, she says:

Not fair, aisha! *stomps my foot* I asked to go there first! Why does Fiona get to go and not me? (whiny voice)

I guess I’ll just have to queue up with the others… *Pouting*

grins
LadyP

And then Fondles responds to that:

actually, i was in the queue too, along with everyone else… and i didn’t see Fiona there at all… is there some special VIP line? hrmph.

All of which left me literally laughing out loud ~ and led to a lovely fantasy in which many of us are there at the same time.  Can you imagine?

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fiona’s Fun

7 Jan

“But, how long do you want  me to stay here?” she asks, looking up at Him.  It’s not that she doesn’t trust Him, but He’d insisted on blindfolding her on their way to the retreat center, and now she’s not sure what to make of it.

It’s beautiful.  No doubt about that.  Even in the dusk, she can see the gardens are luscious and the building itself looks warm and welcoming.   A large front porch, and lots of windows, flowers in window boxes.  Nothing threatening here.

And yet.  There is something about this that makes her hesitate.  “Are you sure this is what we should do?” she asks.

He looks down at her, shakes his head.  “Fiona,” He says.  “YOU were the one who wanted to see what it was like.  It was all you could talk about ~ Naomi’s training school.  I went to some trouble, you know, to find a place as much like that as I could.”

He pauses, and an odd look crosses His face.  fiona holds her breath for a minute but then He goes on, “And this one seems pretty close.  i think we’ll both be satisfied with the results.”

“Both?” says fiona, and her voice is a little squeaky.  “Aren’t you satisfied with me now?  You told me i’m your good girl, were you just being nice?”

“Fiona.”  And He is firm now, “Fiona, be quiet.  We’re here, and we’re going to do this.  You’ll have a safe word, and we can leave any time you like.  But who is in charge here?”

“You are,” she says, a little breathless, adding quickly, “Sir.  You are of course.”

“Then be quiet,” He says.

He puts His arm around her, casually, but He catches her hand and twists her arm behind her back, holding her firmly as they go up the stairs.  The door is opened immediately, as if someone had been watching and waiting for them to arrive.

The man who opens the door is dressed quite formally, in black pants and a white shirt with a black bow tie and a jacket.  fiona thinks he looks like a waiter in a really elegant restaurant, and the idea makes her smile a little.

He nods to Sir Q, and says, “Good evening, and welcome.  They’re expecting you.  Did you have a good trip down?  No trouble finding the place?”

Sir Q nods, “No, no problem, the directions were very clear, it was quite easy.”

fiona looks at him out of the corner of her eye.  He sounds more formal than usual, and somehow this makes her nervous.

“I’m Charles,” says the other man, “and I’ll take you to the parlor.  This is Elena,” and as he says it, a woman appears beside fiona.  “She’ll take your slut to prepare her.”

fiona feels herself blushing ~ did he just call her a slut?? Omigod.  She looks at Sir Q, but he is avoiding making eye contact.   Elena says,”Right this way, Miss” gesturing to the doorway and standing back so fiona can precede her.  fiona hesitates, but just for a moment.

Elena directs her though several rooms, closing doors behind her.  Finally, they are in a small, round room with cushioned seats along half of it, and mirrors from floor to ceiling on the other half.  Elena says gently, “You are to undress, please, and i’ll give you a robe to put on.”

fiona is not very comfortable with this, but she also can’t imagine telling Elena no.  She starts to unbutton her blouse, and hesitates, o, dear, really?  She has to take her clothes off in front of this woman she doesn’t even know?

Elena is watching her impassively, but when she sees fiona’s hesitation, she smiles warmly.  “Oh, my,” she says.  “You are really a novice, aren’t you?’

fiona can only nod.

“Don’t worry, darlin'” says Elena.  “Your Master has signed you up for the beginner’s package.  You’ll probably love it.  Are you feeling shy about taking your clothes off?”

fiona nods, feeling a little foolish.

Elena just smiles.  “Well, of course you are, darlin’.  But no worries, it’s not a big deal.  Let’s just get them off, and quickly.  We don’t want to be late getting you down to the parlor, or you’ll be starting off in trouble.  Here, shall i help you?’

And she’s so warm and friendly sounding that fiona nods, and the next thing she knows, her clothes seem to be flying off her, as if Elena has some magic touch that undoes buttons and zippers with no effort at all.  Even her panties pool around her feet as if they belong there.

Naked in front of the mirror, fiona starts to cross her arms over her breasts, but Elena frowns.

“O, no, we can’t have that,” she says, “You’re a lovely woman, why would you want to cover yourself?’

As she says this, two other women appear behind her.  They enter the room, and before fiona can protest, each of them takes one of her arms.  fiona can only watch, helpless, as they attach a fur-lined leather cuff to each wrist.  Then, to her dismay, they pull her arms behind her back, and attach the cuffs to each other.

There is no question of covering her breasts at this point, and in fact even her pussy seems very exposed in the mirror in front of her.  She is going to protest, but Elena shakes her head.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” she says to the other two women, who nod and murmur agreement.   Well, maybe i am, thinks fiona.and she relaxes just a bit.

She is expecting them to produce the robe that Elena had mentioned, but instead they bring out a collar, a wide leather collar with a ring in it, and fasten it around her neck.

It is very like a dog collar, she thinks, looking at herself in the mirror, and she feels a bit odd, seeing herself like this.  It is – it’s like one of aisha’s fantasies – and the idea makes her smile, and makes her nervous at the same time.

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2 ~ Naomi Learns

28 Dec

After meditation, Naomi has a few minutes to get ready for the day.  She is allowed to wear a robe now, but it is never closed, and is slit in the back so that she isn’t really covered.  Often throughout the day, Anna will say, “Pinch your nipples, please,” and she and Wendy and Sara will obediently pinch their own nipples until they are hard and erect.

This, and other measures, serve to keep her constantly aware of her openness, and of her sexuality.  Her nipples tingle, thinking of the attention.  It is an odd feeling ~ not being allowed to touch herself when she wants to, and being made to do it at times not of her choosing.

Naomi washes her face, brushes her teeth, and uses the bidet, careful not to touch herself more than necessary.

The routine is familiar now.  There will be more meditation with the group, punishment for any infractions from the evening before, and exercise class.  

Breakfast, showers, and the butt plug inserted.  Each day, a slightly larger one, forcing her open and easily accessible.   She has begun to wish someone would take her, would use that hole so carefully prepared.  But that’s not up to her, she knows this.

Then ~ orgasm training.

Orgasm training.  She smiles.  There’s something to look forward to.  They’ve been working on teaching her to cum on command, and her skills are getting better.  She’s not so good at holding back, and she’s been whipped more than once for cumming without permission.

Whipped, and nipple clamps applied, pain that tortures her body and makes her long for more.  She pretends sometimes that Sir Daniel can see her being tormented like this, that He is there watching her suffer.  That would be perfect.

And tonight ~ o, tonight, He will be there.  She is half-lost, dreaming of that when the bell chimes again.

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There’s a taste of Naomi, let’s see if i can move the story forward without a minute by minute play.  Although – the heat is in the details, right?

In the meantime, i have tons of wonderful comments that i’ve read, smiled over, and replied to in my head ~ still sitting there unanswered. Time to take care of that.

Stumbled across this quote today ~ i love this perspective:

“You have the need and the right to spend part of your life caring for your soul. It is not easy. You have to resist the demands of the work-oriented, often defensive, element in your psyche that measures life only in terms of output — how much you produce — not in terms of the quality of your life experiences. To be a soulful person means to go against all the pervasive, prove-yourself values of our culture and instead treasure what is unique and internal and valuable in yourself and your own personal evolution.”
~~ Jean Shinoda Bolen

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Naomi Learns ~ I

26 Dec

Naomi stretches, feeling her muscles tighten and relax.  She is awake before the bell rings, and enjoying the sensation of her body.  

The sheets are silky against her skin.  Her ass and upper thighs sting, but not unpleasantly.  After five days here, her muscles are more toned than they’ve ever been, and she smiles as she notices the flex in her calves when she points her toes.

The bell chimes, the signal to awaken, and there is a “click” as the lock attaching her wrist cuffs to the chain on the bed is released.  She doesn’t move, not taking advantage of this freedom.  She had made that mistake the first day, and remembered the punishment that followed.  

She doesn’t know if they’re watching her now, she never knows.  The room is designed with two way mirrors and video cameras so she can always be viewed.  Infractions of rules are always punished, sometimes immediately, sometimes later.

Anna’s voice over the intercom is familiar now.  “Namaste.”  

“Namaste,” Naomi replies.  This is the only word she will say without explicit permission.  She is better at remembering that too.  

“The day begins,” says Anna.

Naomi releases her wrists, and gets up now.   Moving quickly.  She has a few minutes to use the bathroom.

Then, the intercom again, “Now, begin your meditation in first position,” says Anna.  

 Naomi  kneels beside the bed.  The first five minute meditation of the morning is for thankfulness.  She is not very good at this yet.  It’s difficult to be relaxed and open, to let her gratitude flow through her mind, and her heart, without judgment, to let her thoughts come and go like clouds in the sky.

When the time is up, the bell rings again.  Anna says, “You may begin preparing your tea.”

Naomi rises.  She is very aware of her body as she goes to the counter.  Her nipples are hard, and there are a couple of welts on her ass that have her attention.

By the counter, there is a pass-through in the wall, she opens it and takes the thermos of hot water that has been placed there earlier.  Her tea cup and the tea are already in place, and it’s a simple matter to pour the water into the pot.  

Then she opens her journal.   She has about five minute to write her thoughts on the meditation, and a goal for the day.  

She writes slowly, in script, forming the letters thoughtfully.   Today, the words come easily.  “Learning humility, grace, and service.  The patience of the Masters.  Anna’s kind harshness.”

That’s enough.  Now her goal ~ that’s easy.  She writes, “My goal is to be pleasing to Sir Daniel tonight.”

She smiles.  He is coming back tonight, Wendy had told her when they put her to bed last night.  The thought of His pleasure makes her smile, and her pussy clenches.  She is hot ~ and wet ~ but she is always hot and wet these days.

And needy.

Anna’s voice breaks into her thoughts.  “Your tea should be ready,” she says.  “You may enjoy your tea now.”

Naomi does.  It’s a blend she likes today, something fruity.  A couple of days ago, there had been one she didn’t care for, and she had not finished even the first cup.  That had been a mistake she wouldn’t make again, so she is particularly glad that today’s tea is delicious.  

Sir Daniel is coming tonight ~ the words dance in her head.  She can’t wait to see Him.    She hopes that He’ll use her pussy, which has not been taken by any of the Masters, nor has her asshole, although they’ve stretched her wider every day.  

They have worked on her mouth, on teaching her to please with her mouth.  

She no longer knows what day it had started, maybe her second day here?   They had blindfolded her, Wendy and Sara had, so she was not sure how many of the Masters there were, although she thought there were four.  

The rules were clear.  She had ten minutes to bring the Master to an orgasm.  If she failed, she got ten licks with the crop.  

Of course, she failed.  Repeatedly.  She smiles, remembering how she had started out thinking that she needed to hurry, that if she sucked real fast and hard, that would work.  Of course it didn’t.  

She lost track of the times she tried,  and the number of licks with the crop.  That first time, it seemed like it had taken her forever to get any of them to cum.  

The second time, she knew she wasn’t going to succeed right away.  Resigned to that, she focused on the cock.  Becoming aware of each one, noticing what movement of her mouth or tongue it reacted to.  That time, it had not taken as long, although the crop had gotten plenty of use.

Anna’s voice brings Naomi back to the present.  “For the second meditation, you will assume fifth position.”  Obediently, Naomi kneels, bending forward so her head and upper chest are pressed to the floor, ass raised high.

“Be sure you are open,” says Anna, “Use your hands to spread your ass cheeks wide, then you may relax your arms.”

Naomi does as directed.  This no longer seems strange or uncomfortable, it’s the same thing she will do later as they insert a butt plug.  It’s the same thing she’ll do if she is called to the Masters room in the evening and told to offer herself.

The instructions for this meditation are familiar too.  “This meditation is on openness.  Offering yourself and serving with your cunt and your asshole..”

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Moments

22 Dec

His voice comes from behind me.

“LIttle girl,” He says, and there is a warning in the tone.

Oblivious, i keep going.  i’m baking cookies, and trying to wrap presents, and the kitchen is cluttered with cookie stuff, and the dining room is covered with wrapping paper.  The cats have slunk away, not sure what all this fuss is about. 

Christmas music playing, i’m moving to the beat and sprinkling those sugar sprinkles on another batch of cookies.

“What are you doing?”

“Baking,”i say.  “What does it look like?”

Swinging around to face Him, cookie sheet in hand, i grin, until i see His face.  He is not smiling.

My heart sinks ~ omg, what have i done?  What?

“i mean, um,” stuttering a bit, “Baking, Sir?”

And then He grins.  His whole face lights up with the smile.  “Good,” He says.  “Carry on.”

Laughing, i shake my head, relieved.  “Yes, Sir,” i say as i open the oven.

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That didn’t really happen, but it could have!  Hope your day is full of holiday good times!

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26 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

5 Dec

“Ok,” says Wendy, “Here we go.  Don’t cum til we say you can.”

Naomi wonders vaguely if you can die from pleasure.  The dildo in her pussy is sliding in and out again, nipples tingling, just the right amount of pain, dildo filling her ass, and she feels herself building towards an explosion of sensation, quickly, quickly ~ and remembers in time, “PLEASE, may i cum?”

And of course it stops again.  

The dildo stops moving and they laugh.  Wendy and Sara laugh.  Naomi whimpers.  How long can they keep this up?

“Ten more minutes,” says Wendy

Naomi thinks that surely there will be an orgasm for her at the end of that tunnel.  Surely it will all end with a big ole fireworks, earth shaking orgasm for her.  She can hardly wait.

But then ~ o ~ no ~ the ruler ~ ai! O!  Landing on her pussy, her widespread thighs leaving her open to this new painful assault.  O, it stings, it stings ~ O ~ or ~ O ~ maybe it feels good?

But it stops, the ruler stops, and there are hands, probing and rubbing, and she loses track, loses track of it all until she feels the orgasm building again, so intense it will be, she can feel it, O, and ~~~

~~~ it stops.  The ruler smacks.

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” says Sara, and she’s laughing.

SMACK.

The ruler lands.

O, i was going to, thinks Naomi, yes.  O.  That’s right, ask, i’m supposed to ask.  

And then it stops, it all stops, and Naomi opens her eyes.  Anna is in the room.  

“It’s time,” she says.  “Time to stop.”

A sob escapes Naomi.  Stop?  Really? Nooooooo.  It can’t be over.  No.

But they are unfastening her legs, and her arms.

“Stay there,” says Anna.  “Don’t try to get up yet.”

Naomi thinks this is a good thing, since she couldn’t get up if she wanted to.   She is tingling and still on edge, but feels good at the same time.  And weak.  No, she couldn’t get up.

Sara removes the nipple clamps, sending spasms of pain and pleasure through her.

“Take the dildo out of her asshole,” says Anna.  “That’s enough for now.”

Wendy takes it out, and Naomi is embarrassed at the gush of air that escapes her, but no one seems to pay any attention to it.  Naomi feels relieved at the emptiness for a moment, and then she misses the sensation of fullness.  

But they make her put her legs down, “Here,” says Anna, “Put your feet on the ground here,” as they move the steps back in front of her.  “Quit flashing your cunt, no one’s going to touch you now.”

Naomi thinks this is a bit unfair, she hadn’t actually asked anyone to touch her, but she puts her legs down as directed.  Anna smiles at her and she can’t help smiling back, particularly when Anna adds, “Good girl.”

“Now,” says Anna, “It’s time for everyone to get to work.  Wendy and Sara, you know what you need to do.  Naomi, we need to talk about your goals, work out a plan.”

Naomi can barely think, she is still tingling with desire, but she works to bring her attention back to Anna.  Goals?  A plan?  What kind of plan?

“Come,” says Anna.  “Get up slowly, yes, there you go.  Here, you may wear this robe.”

It is barely a robe, thinks Naomi, open in the front with no way to close it, slit in the back to reveal her ass.  But it’s soft and warm on her arms, and even her legs, and she’s grateful for that.

“Water,” says Anna, handing her a glass.  

Naomi drinks; the water is delicious.  When she’s finished, “Go pee,” says Anna, gesturing towards an open door.  Obediently, Naomi moves into the bathroom just off the room they’re in.  

There is no door, but Anna doesn’t disturb her, and Naomi is grateful.  Finished, she washes her hands and comes back out, nervous about what will come next.

“First position,” says Anna.  It takes Naomi a second ~ a second in which she notices the riding crop in Anna’s hand ~ but she drops to her knees, opening her legs somewhat, resting her palms on her thighs.

“Good girl,” says Anna, tapping Naomi’s cheek with the crop.  

Naomi feels a rush of pleasure, her pussy throbs in response.

“Do you have any questions?” asks Anna.  “You may ask them now.”

Naomi does have questions, lots of them, but she can’t sort through them, her mind feels foggy, pleasantly foggy, but still.  Not focused enough to ask questions just yet.

Anna waits patiently.  Finally,

“Yes, ma’am,” says Naomi, and she starts to say, “What will happen to me next?”  But then she remembers, what Anna had said before, that she is learning to be a slave.  Slaves don’t need to know what will happen next.  And she stops.

She searches her mind for a question that would be acceptable, but nothing seems right.  So, “No, ma’am, i don’t guess i do, really,” she says.

“O, good girl!” says Anna.  “Nice.  Now, come with me.”

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12 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

6 Nov

As Sir Daniel approaches the bed, Naomi moves as if to cover herself, but Wendy shakes her head, clearly thinking, “Silly slut,” and presses Naomi’s knees wider apart.  Splayed out on the bed as she is, wrists cuffed together and attached to the ring in her collar, Naomi feels helpless and a little anxious.

Wendy and Sara move back. Turning to Sir Daniel, they both drop to one knee, and He pauses a moment to allow each one to caress His cock with her mouth.

Naomi is stunned, and a bit dismayed.  This has not occurred to her.  But of course they would greet Him this way since it’s the house rule.

But she doesn’t have time to fret about it.  Sir Daniel is at her side and, after taking the crop from Wendy, dismisses the two women.

The bed, which she will learn later can be adjusted up or down, is at waist level for Sir Daniel now, so He can reach her comfortably.  The step-stool, which she had used to climb into bed, is broad and sturdy enough for Him to stand on, and that puts His cock at a level with her mouth, and allows Him easy access to her pussy and ass if He choses to use her.

For now, He allows her to caress His cock with her mouth for a moment, then steps away. He strokes her inner thighs and pussy lips with the crop.  She whimpers, and shifts her body to be more open, longing for His hands, His mouth, or even, perhaps, the slash of the crop.

He smiles.  “Such a hot slut,” He says.  “You did well tonight, I was proud of you.”

The words fill her with deep pleasure; they warm her.   Her pussy throbs in response.

Sir Daniel rubs His thumb against her lips, slides it into her mouth, and she savors His taste, caressing Him with her tongue, sucking gently, respectfully.  When He withdraws it, she whimpers.

He smiles, pleased at her eagerness.

“I want to talk to you,” He says, “About what will happen over the next few days, and what I want, what my plans are for you.”

Naomi is listening intently.  At last, she thinks, maybe i will understand what is happening, why He has brought me here, what He wants from me.

Sir Daniel goes on, “As I said earlier, I believe that you are a natural slave, born to serve others.”

These words fill Naomi’s heart, and make her tremble.  She wants to ask Him what it means, why it makes her happy and scares her at the same time, but she waits.

“I don’t just mean sexually,” He says, watching her carefully, “Although of course I expect that from you, and think that is one way you express who you are.  But I also think the other things you do ~ your writing in particular ~ is a way for you to offer yourself in service to others.”

Surprised, and deeply moved, Naomi feels herself being very still, as if everything inside her has paused to pay attention to her Sir ~ her Master, perhaps.

“You have a loving heart,” He says, “and some real talent in your writing. And you have the desire to develop your skills and make that a part of your life work.”

“But…” and He frowns, slightly.   Naomi feels as if a shadow has fallen over her, her heart sinks.  Where is she lacking?

He continues, “But you lack discipline.”  Naomi drops her eyes.  Yes, this is true.

“I’ve been watching you, and waiting, to see if you could do it on your own,” Sir Daniel says thoughtfully,  “But I’ve begun to think that’s not fair to you.  Sometimes, allowing a slave to struggle on her own can be helpful, but I think that time has passed, and you need some guidance.  To let you struggle alone if that’s not the right path is a waste and would be irresponsible of me.”

Tears well up in Naomi’s eyes.  Such a mixture of feelings ~ shame, that He knows what a failure she is, and relief that He sees her failure and offers help rather than heaping more shame on her.

Instinctively, she starts to close her legs, it is too much vulnerability.  Physically opened, her thighs still pressed to her chest, bare to the mirrors above her as well as to Sir Daniel’s gaze and touch, and emotionally exposed as well, it is overwhelming.  She wants to hide.

Sir Daniel, of course, is not having that, and stops her with one hand on her legs and a quick, “No, slut.”

She whimpers and squirms.

“Stop,” He says, and she does, her heart is racing, and she thinks she might explode, but she holds still.   He is firm, but not angry.

“For this to work,” He says, “You need to be completely open with me.  In every way. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, thinking that He looks as if He can see her soul.  “That’s a cliche,” she adds to herself, just as He laughs.  Startled she looks at Him uncertainly.

“My poor, sweet slave,” He says.  He kisses her forehead, and quickly turns her so she is on her belly, her knees still pulled up under her.

“That’s three,” He says, and she remembers, just then she remembers that she is not supposed to speak without being directed, and the crop lands hard and fast three times.  He strikes so that the new welts are partly above or below the earlier marks, but still intersect with them.

She whimpers, letting the pillow absorb some of the sound.  It hurts so badly, and she wonders if she will ever learn to keep her mouth shut.

When He is finished, He rubs her ass for a moment, then slides His fingers inside her, penetrating her pussy and her asshole at the same time.

She gasps with pleasure, wriggling back on His fingers.

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#10 ~ A Dash of Adventure

4 Nov

They are about to leave, Sara and Wendy escorting her between them, when Sir Daniel stops them.  “Wait,” He says.  “She needs to choose.”

Standing close to her, He says, “I can take you home now, slut.  We can pick up as if this night has not happened.”  He pauses a moment, then, ” If you stay, you agree to follow the rules of a slave for the duration of your time here.”

Naomi feels as if her brain is frozen, she had not realized she would have to choose.  She feels as if she has no will of her own, only a huge desire to obey and please.  Sir Daniel goes on,

“I believe you are going to be a lovely slave, but only if you agree to follow this path.”  He pauses, just for a moment, then says, “Speak, slut.”

A bit disoriented, it takes her a second, but she says, “Yes, Yes, Sir, i want to stay, please, Sir.”

She has not noticed the strip of leather in His hand.  It is a collar, not a pretty collar like the one she wears for Him usually, but a plain leather collar with a buckle and a ring set in it, like a large dog might wear.  It is not even new.

Sir Daniel removes His collar, and she whimpers, feeling lost without it, but He quickly replaces it with the leather one, which is thick and a bit heavy on her neck.

“This is a training collar,” He says.  “If you do well, you may have the opportunity to earn a real slave collar from me.”

A low cry escapes her ~ is she no longer His?  But He shakes His head, and she remembers she does not have permission to speak.  “I will come to you after Wendy and Sara have prepared you for bed.”

Sir Daniel steps aside, and Sir Evan addresses her then.

 “It’s a training collar.  This  means that everyone in my house has permission to use you, as well as to discipline you in any way they see fit.  Do you agree to this?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, in a low voice, although her head is spinning at the idea.

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes her mistake in speaking without being directed to, and bows her head.

“Three,” says Sir Evan, with a nod to Wendy.

But it is Sara who pushes Naomi’s head forward further, making her bend at the waist.  The blanket around her shoulders is no protection from the crop, which slashes through the air to land directly on top of the welts on the back of her things.

The second blow is higher, and the third higher still, in the middle of her ass, but each one lands where she has already been marked earlier that evening, leaving a fierce burning sensation that brings tears to her eyes.

Sir Evan continues speaking as if nothing has happened.  “Your mouth, your ass, and your pussy will be available at all times to anyone here who choses to use them.  Punishment for breaking rules will be swift, at least while you are in the early stages of your training.  Is that clear?”

This time, Naomi remembers not to speak, but she thinks it, yes, yes, Sir, it’s clear.

Her pussy is throbbing, o, she wishes someone would use it instead of leaving her here longing for it!

Sir Even says,”You will be hurt often, for my pleasure, for others’ pleasure, and  for your edification, to help you learn more quickly the ways you can be a pleasing slave.  You will not be harmed in any lasting way.  Is that clear?”

A moment’s pause ~ Naomi repeats the words silently, and then, “Speak, slut,” Sir Evan says and Naomi says, “Yes, Sir, yes, it’s clear, Sir.”

He smiles, and she feels herself flooded with warmth, and with lust.

“Kiss the whip,” He says, and Wendy holds it up to her lips, caresses her lips and her cheek with the end of the crop.  Naomi presses her lips to it in a kiss.  She inhales the leather scent and shivers.

Then, “Come here,” says Sir Evan, “Come kneel down and kiss my cock.  From now on, this will be how you greet men in the house.  On your knees, with your mouth on their cock. Come show me how well you can do this.”

Wendy and Sara slide the blanket off Naomi’s shoulders so she is naked as she moves toward Sir Evan.  She is aware of the dildo filling her ass as she walks, and again as she kneels between Sir Evan’s thighs.

He takes His cock in His hand and strokes it.  Instinctively, she knows not to touch Him without permission.

“Open your mouth,” He says.

Obediently, she opens her mouth, watching intently as He continues touching Himself.

“You are not to lick or to suck,” He says.  “This time, a simple kiss is all you are allowed.  Close your mouth.  Now.  Greet me respectfully.”

She leans forward and presses her lips to His cock, trying to put her desire to please into this light caress.

When she is finished, she looks up at Him, and He is smiling.

“Greet your Sir now,” He says.  “No, don’t get up.”  

She hesitates, confused, is Sir Daniel coming to her?  

Sir Evan, seeing her confusion, says, “Crawl.”

A bit shocked, and reminded again with every movement of the dildo in her ass, she crawls to Sir Daniel.  He is seated nearby, and has already taken His cock out.

This is the cock she loves, and she longs to kiss and caress it, but there is no question of that now.  “Just a kiss,” He says.

She obeys, wondering helplessly why they want her open and available and will not use her.  Is she not pleasing?  She is so hot, so aroused, so needy, that even the nipple clamps might be better than this denial.

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#5 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

30 Oct

Sir Daniel and Wendy help Naomie change position on the table.  She has been kneeling, face pressed to the table.  Together, they raise her torso and let her settle so she is rocked back on the her heels, thighs spread wide.  Her open palms rest on her thighs.

“Do you want her hands behind her back?” asks Sir Daniel.

“No,” says Sir Evan.  “Not right now.  You know, I was going to use the tweezer clamps, but let’s try the chopsticks instead.”

They turn the table again so that Sir Evan has a clear view of her from the front.  Naomi is distracted by the sensations in her body ~ the dildo filling her ass, a bit of discomfort where Wendy has used the crop on the back of her thighs ~ at least, she assumes it was the crop that Sir Evan had ordered when He said, “Three.”   Wendy is still holding the crop, and Naomi reminds herself not to bite her lower lip.

All these thoughts swimming in her mind, and she suddenly becomes aware that Sir Daniel has ~ what is that?  Chopsticks? ~ is that what Sir Evan said?  It looks like two chopsticks, fastened together?

Her nipples are already a bit hard, and Sir Daniel begins pulling on the left one, pinching it and pulling, rolling it between His thumb and middle finger.  She remembers to keep her mouth open, and can’t hold back her gasps and whimpering.  Quickly, the left nipple is swollen and hard.

Sir Daniel switches his attention to the right nipple, and prepares it to be clamped as well.  It takes all Naomi’s self-discipline to maintain her position, keeping her hands on her thighs, and not biting back her moans.

Wendy steps forward and she and Sir Daniel each fasten one end of the long nipple clamp to a nipple.

It hurts, omigod, it hurts more than any clamp she’s ever felt before, and Naomi cries out, her hands flutter up as if she’s going to touch them, but she manages to put her hands back in her lap, but o, it hurts so bad, there are tears pooling in her eyes, and she begins to beg,

“O, please, Sir, please, i don’t think i can stand this, please take them off, please…” and Sir Evan nods to Wendy.

“One minute,” He says, “We’ll leave them on for one minute, of course you can stand it,” and while He’s saying that, Wendy stuffs a rolled up piece of cloth in Naomi’s mouth, effectively silencing her pleas for mercy.

“We’ll stop in a minute ~ 45 seconds ~” Sir Evan’s voice is warm and soothing, Naomi focuses on that, trying to ignore the terrible pain in her nipples.  “30 seconds more ~ yes, keep your hands where they are, no touching.”

As if from a distance, Naomi hears Him say, “Sir Daniel, you see we gag her at this point so she doesn’t think she’s influencing how long we leave the clamps on.   She needs to know, always, that she has no control in my house.”

“Yes,” says Sir Daniel, “And she is lovely like this.”

“15 seconds, almost there,” Sir Evan’s voice is calm and relaxed, but He adds, “Breathe slut, breathe through the pain or I’ll leave them on until you do.”

Naomi realizes that she is holding her breath, and forces herself to exhale.  And inhale.  It hurts because it moves her chest, but it also feels better, and she is lost in the sensation when the clamps are quite suddenly loosened.  Not released, Sir Daniel and Wendy don’t take them off, but by removing the fastening at each end, they become much looser.  Blood flows back into the nipple, and only the gag in her mouth keeps her from crying out.

“See if she’s wet,” says Sir Evan, and there is laughter in His voice.

She knows before Sir Daniel touches her that she is wet, wet and hot and longing to be touched and fucked and used.  The dildo in her ass is uncomfortable, and yet it is making her hotter, she knows this, and the pain from the nipple clamps does too.

But more than that is her total lack of control.

Sir Daniel’s fingers penetrate her.  Wendy removes the gag, and Naomi moans, hips thrusting forward, an orgasm is right there, right there in His fingers filling her ~ just out of reach, as He withdraws them again.

“O, nooooooo,” she moans, and Sir Evan laughs.  Her pussy clenches, her asshole tightens around the dildo, and a shudder runs through her body.

“That’s three,” Sir Evan says.  “Daniel, she does know better than to say no, doesn’t she?”

“Of course she does,” says Sir Daniel,  He has taken her shoulders and bent her over so her head and chest are pressed to the table and her ass is raised high again.  Wendy moves  quickly, and the crop slices the air to land on her ass, burning across the bottom part.  Her asshole tightens and she cries out.  The crop falls twice more, each time intersecting the first mark.

While Naomi is still gasping in pain, Sir Daniel and Wendy raise her back up.  Now she is acutely aware of the pain from the whipping.  Rocked back on her heels,  she feels the welts pressing against her calves. “

“Let’s do the nipple clamps again,” Sir Evan says.

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In real life, i’m very excited because Sfp is coming to visit me this weekend.  YAY!!!  It’s the weekend for munches too, so there will be plenty of kinky things to do, as well as sone not so kinky ones.  

And as the storm they’re calling Sandy sweeps across the eastern coast, keep ‘Nilla and her family in mind.  They were without power but safe last night.  Sending thoughts and prayers to her, and to all of our friends and families who being affected.  May they stay safe and warm.

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#4 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

29 Oct

Naomi is still standing with her legs spread wide open, pussy exposed, as Wendy wheels a table over in front of and at a little distance from Sir Evan.  The table ~ or cabinet is maybe more accurate ~ rather like a doctor’s examining table ~ stands about waist high, and Wendy pulls a set of steps out from the back part.

Naomi wobbles a bit on her way up the stairs.  Between the high heels, her arms being pinioned behind her, and the edge of fear and excitement playing on her nerves, she is naturally a bit unsteady.

Sir Daniel takes her arm to help her up.  He positions her on her knees, and presses her shoulders down so her shoulders and head rest on the table.  The table is slightly cushioned, and quite comfortable on her knees.  Once she is on the table, the steps slide back out of sight.

Sir Daniel arranges her carefully so her ass is high in the air.  It’s a bit awkward with her hands pinned behind her back, and Sir Evan says, “Unfasten her cuffs, I’ll want her to have use of her arms and hands.”

Her heart beats faster at those words, not knowing what He has in mind.

Once she is arranged to Sir Daniel’s satisfaction, He and Wendy turn the table so that she is presented, ass first, to Sir Evan.

Naomi can no longer see Him or Sir Daniel at all, and is acutely aware that they both have an unobstructed view of her asshole and pussy.  Her head is turned toward Wendy, who is standing quietly, wearing  the same black and white outfit she had worn to serve dinner.  In her hand is a riding crop.

Sir Daniel speaks quietly, “My slut, bring your hands back and use them to open your ass wider for Sir Evan, please.  Wendy, let us know if she bites her lip at any time.”

Slowly, reluctantly Naomi moves her hands behind her, reaching up to grab an ass cheek with each hand.  She can feel her face blushing, and her pussy throbbing.  She is careful to leave her mouth slightly open to keep from biting her lip.

“Good girl,” says Sir Daniel as she pulls her ass cheeks farther apart.  Her pussy clenches, and she smiles, hugging that bit of praise to herself.   Wendy nods slightly.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve used her asshole much,” says Sir Evan.

“No,” says Sir Daniel.  “I prefer her mouth and  her cunt, actually.  She’ll need to be opened quite a bit.”

“We can do that, of course,” Sir Evan says.  “Wendy, bring us a *one*, please.”

Wendy moves out of Naomi’s sight, smoothly and silently.  In a few moments, Naomi feels something cold and smooth pressing at the tiny puckered hole that she is holding open with both hands.  Her asshole tenses, trying to escape the pressure.

Wendy is back in place then, and the thing ~ it must be a dildo of some sort, Naomi thinks ~ presses deeper into her.  It feels as if it has been lubricated, it slides easily, although it’s not comfortable.  Naomi tries not to fight it, but her instinct is to tighten up trying to push it back out.

Sir Daniel presses more firmly.

Suddenly, to her dismay, Naomi hears Wendy say, “She’s biting her lip,” and realizes that she is, indeed, biting her lip ,hard.  She stops immediately, but there is a flurry of movement, Wendy out of sight,  and ~

~ Sir Evan says, “Three,”

and there is a swish and the crop  lands on the back of her thighs, so hard she cries out, and her asshole tightens painfully on the dildo, and she would rise up, but Sir Daniel has moved so that one hand is still on the dildo, pressing it in place, but the other hand is on the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place, and He says,

“Don’t move your hands, slut,”

as the crop lands again, and she screams, but her hands stay in place, and she doesn’t bite her lip,

~ not even the third time the crop lands, crisscrossing the first two blows so the pain is fierce and she feels tears in her eyes.

Then Wendy is back in place, looking as calm as if nothing has happened at all, and  Sir Daniel slides the dildo the rest of the way in, so it nestles deep inside her and she feels herself  truly impaled on it.

She whimpers, but she does not bite her lip.

“Fasten the dildo in place,” says Sir Evan.  “And let’s see how wet she is.”

Horrified, Naomi realizes that her pussy is burning and her pussy juice is running down the inside of her thighs.

She is not sure what Sir Daniel is doing behind her.  She feels something cool ~ a thin chain maybe ~ wrapped around her waist.    She is a little dazed, and not sure how it works, but there seem to be pieces of chain that runs from the base of the dildo to the belt ~ one on either side of her pussy and one straight up her back. The smaller chains attach securely to that.  She realizes that the dildo will stay in place ~ she will not even be able to push it out, while they will still have free access to her pussy if they choose to use it.

And does she hope they do?  Does she want to feel a cock filling her?  She wants to think not, but her throbbing pussy does want exactly that.

Fingers fill her then, right at that moment, and she gasps and pushes back on them, trying to rock her hips so she can take them deeper.

Sir Evan chuckles.  “Wet?”  He asks.

Sir Daniel laughs, “If she were wetter, we might drown in her juices.”

Even Wendy smiles, and Naomi thinks she might die of shame, but she can’t stop her hips from trying to capture more of the fingers, and when His thumb strokes her clit, she cries out.  

She might have found relief, might have come in another minute, but Immediately, the fingers are pulled out, and she can hear a slight *pop* as He pulls free.

“I think that’s clear then,” says Sir Evan.  “You were right about that.  Turn her around and we’ll finish examining her breasts.”

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