Monday, September 26, 2011

Be Ready

Be ready.”

Those two simply words sounded decidedly ominous. When he was in a mood, words tended to be sparse. As a matter of fact - one could say words were almost unnecessary.

He had been a way on business for a little over a week. Just when he was due to return, a last minute snafu required his attention. Owed to his strong work ethic, he needed to ensure that everything was once again running smoothly before he would feel comfortable enough to pull himself away.

Her heart beat erratically. He didn’t say when. He didn’t say how. He didn’t say where. She wanted so desperately to please him - she just hoped that when he arrived she would get a chance to do just that.

She made quick work of checking and rechecking the house to ensure that everything was just so. While not a total neat freak, he liked things orderly, but wanted the house to look lived in rather than a museum.

Favorite adult beverages on hand. Check. Favorite meal ready to be quickly reheated if needed. Check and re-check. Favorite toys which could double as delicious torture devices. Double check. 

Damn! Sometimes this was so hard. He loved coming home finding her in lingerie, but he also enjoyed her being naked when he walked through the door. Not knowing which he wanted was a bit unnerving. She decided to split the difference and wear very little. Maybe some stockings, which he loved, and a bra and panties. Nice to look at and easy to remove.

The anticipation began to consume her. The trickle began to grow into a rapid river - her tides ebbing and flowing uncontrollably. She lay on her back thinking of him towering over and completely filling her up. She removed her bra and touched, writhed and bucked and came this close to crossing the edge. It’s not that she didn’t want to - but she knew not to climax without permission. Quickly she dashed to the bathroom to freshen up. 

Without ceremony, his hand landed on her bottom. The sound was much like thunder. The blows sure came down as steady as rain. When she thought she might asphyxiate from her rapid breathing, he ordered her to walk to the bed and remove what was left of her clothes. 

Daddy’s little girl is going to take a serious pounding. Whether you cum or not will be irrelevant. I have waited for a week to be unleashed and I don’t plan on being gentle. Don’t plan on sitting or walking comfortably for the next few days.”

With that, he pushed her down on the bed, flung her legs over her head as far back as they could go, and began pounding her holes. 

She wiggled, and undulated and even cried a little. 

He, however, hadn’t even really begun to deliver everything he had in store for her tonight…

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Until Then

There is nothing so lonely as a queen size bed without my King
Time can be cruel and distance as unforgiving
as a phone that doesn't ring

Is it wrong that my heart beats only for you? 
That it wants what it wants?
That it overflows with desire for you?

I caress your collar for it is my unbreakable tether to you 
It keeps your hand around my neck
me over your knee
and kneeling in front of you

I know you can't be here right now

So, until then
I will be waiting with bated breath for your return
where you shall find me
 in my place 
where I am happiest...
face down
ass up
and always your
submissive baby girl

Monday, September 12, 2011


Wherever you are is where I long to be.

You are my friend.
You are my mentor.
You are my protector.
You are my air.

To me, you are simply...

Sunday, September 4, 2011

For Your Pleasure, Sir

One of her favorite things is being awaken with him on top of her. The unmitigated dominance. The unbridled power. It was a frequent fantasy of hers. The best of both worlds. His baby girl often got the softer, attentive side. He cared, protected and cherished her. Then there was his primal side. He did whatever he pleased with his naughty little slut.

There would be no fanfare this morning. He had carnal cravings that needed to be satisfied. He mounted her as she lay sleeping on her belly and thrust his hardness inside her. His hand around her neck, his raspy voice growled in her ear: “You are not my baby girl this morning. Right now, I am going to use you. I am taking what I need. You belong to me completely. You are going to be fucked hard and deep and rough. You will not cum, but will carry mine around with you all day to remind you that I am in control. This is about taking what I want. You are owned. Possessed. Taken. You are mine.”

A throaty “I am here.. for your pleasure, Sir” was all she could muster and it seemed fitting. Then again, what more need be said?

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Taken at the Party

She was pretty exhausted. Not from one thing in particular, but you know how it is when you have one of those days. From sun up to sundown - full throttle.

She was never so glad to see her front door.

As she tossed her keys on the counter, she thought she literally heard her bed calling her name. She could think of nothing better.

After a quick shower, she padded down the stairs naked en route to the kitchen. Hearing his key in the door, she let out as audible gasp. “Oh, you scared me.”

He approached her with a slanted smile. He had to admit he enjoyed finding her naked upon his return. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he kissed her. Rough and deep, and far too short in her estimation. The release was just as rough.

"I have a last minute work function. You will accompany me and have exactly 20 minutes to be ready." She opened her mouth to speak but he seemed to vaporize the words in mid air. “It is not optional. There is no argument. I don’t need your approval. However, now, you have only 18 minutes. Would you care to continue this fruitless discussion?”

She knew better than to argue. She hated to be rushed at the last minute, but she was aware his business dictated such. Frantically, she dressed - thankful that she had showered already. Just as he wished, his hand rested on the small of her back while he opened her car door.

Tired as she was, she really tried not to put a damper on the evening. She nodded and smiled at all the appropriate times, to all the appropriate people. He watched her intently as the night went on. Such a good girl. He was annoyed at the last minute intrusion, but the way she tried so hard to make the most of it with nary a complaint, pleased him immensely. In fact, from across the room, he was reminded of how beautiful she was. Admiration was quickly supplanted by lust and he needed to touch her. Now.

“Begging your pardon, I simply must steal this beauty away from you for a moment.” There was a collective smile from all, including her. Leading her from the crowd, he led her into an adjacent room.  No words needed to be spoken. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hard. Her skirt was quickly yanked down and she stepped out of it just as he pushed her down over the bed. Her heart seemed to stopped beating. What if someone walked in on them? Glancing back at him, she decided against pointing out this detail to him. Besides, she was too busy moaning from the fingers being plunged unceremoniously into her ass. 

When he roughly entered her, she thought she would explode. Then his husky voice cut through the silence… “Every part of you belongs to me to take whenever, wherever I wish."

Just then, she did explode.