My Toy

He lays on the bed, a leather wrap around his chiseled waist. The music streams into the room from the speakers enfolding us like a lover in an embrace.

My thigh high boots click on the floor, as the gold chains surrounding my body sway to the rhythm of my movement.

Even in the dim light I can see his eyes have grown large and wide. I feel fierce in my black bra and panties, my hair piled high on my head, my lips stained red. My boots laced tight around my legs caressing my calves heels itching to push on skin.

I stand for a moment and let him see me, feel the energy that is pouring out of me, the unspoken promise that tonight I am his queen and he will obey.

His cock is standing at attention, thick, and rock hard it lifts his wrap and stands up for attention, a puppy begging for a treat. My fingers whisper sweet nothings over his shaft, offering the tiniest caress before pulling back leaving him wanting more.

I reach inside the duffel bag next to him and grab my collar. A thick purple and leather one lined with soft fur, I slowly place it around his neck, the tip of my tongue grazing the side of his neck as I snap it in place, leaving goosebumps in my wake.

I cuff him and securing him with him rope a cross cross pattern over his arms and down his waist.

I take the Wartenburg in my hand, rolling the wheel across my hands then on his inner thigh.

He begins to arch his back to press himself closer to me, and I smack him with the flogger, reminding him to stay put and do as I say.

I take the clamps and place them on his nipples, flicking them with my fingers to hear the bells attached jingle and ring. His breathing increases, he bites his lower lip his brain is flooded with sensations as pleasure mixes with pain.

I stand above him on the bed, a Goddess, a beast, heels sinking into the mattress and command him to watch.

My fingers slip inside my panties, soaked with want and I moan as my fingers glide in and out.

I lower myself down, knees straddling his chest, my sex inches from his lips, reveling in his need and want, enjoying making him wait. I put my fingers on his lips letting him taste my desire as I stare into his eyes.

I reach into the bag and remove the ball gag registering his surprise before covering his eyes with a blind fold and riding his face.

He tries to raise his arms to touch me but I am faster, rolling off him and making him wait. I find my glass of wine, savoring the taste on my tongue as it ignites my taste buds and cools my throat. A burst of inspiration hits me and I kneel at his waist, wine glass still in hand.

Tipping it to the side, ignoring the liquid falling on to his skin, I slide the glass beneath his cock and twirl the liquid gold that remains on to it.

I remove the glass as I lick my lips, a cat determined to lick him clean. My tongue rolls over each drop tasting the wine on his skin, and I sigh with pleasure at this treat. His hips buck towards me and I stop, grab the gag and press it to his cheek.

“You don’t want me to use this do you?” I whisper, he head immediately shaking no as he lays completely still, compliant, obedient and meek.

“You will lie still” I tell him as my flogger smacks his chest, “tonight you are my toy. Tonight you do as I say”.

I twist the clamps on his nipples, just enough to bring the smallest sliver of pain. He shudders then relaxes as I continue with my games.

I straddle him his waist and lean over him, breasts near his lips, his face covered by my chains. I grab the coconut oil and feel it melt beneath my fingers, liquid dripping on to my wrists. I rub it into his skin, worshipping his body with slick fingertips.

Overcome with a desire to feel him inside me, I push my panties to the side and sliding my ass onto what feels less like a man and more like steel pipe. He gasps in surprise and his fingers curl into fists as he bites his bottom lip.

I grab my wand and press it to my clit feeling the vibrations flow down into my toes as I close my eyes. The first orgasm is quick, and I spasm around him as I grip his chest taking a moment to catch my breathe.

Sneaky man that he is he begins to move his hips, taking advantage of my weakened state. Lighting quick I stand, and leave him laying on the bed, reminding him whose in charge of this game.

“No”, I admonish. “Toys don’t move. Now you’ll have to wait”

Five agonizing minutes tick by, as I tease and suck, giving him a little but not nearly enough. When I feel he’s learned his lesson I mount him once more, his oiled member gliding into me as I reach once more the wand.

I turn the power on as high as it will go and while I shake from pleasure I scream, “Now fuck me like a porn star” and he is happy to comply.

He becomes a wild and untamed Bronco thrashing me about with his hips as he pushes himself inside. Faster and harder he slams into my ass, and I wish I had thought to tape this, for it’s a beautiful site. The second orgasm hits me like a car slamming into brick, my entire body reacting to impact. My skin is filled with electricity, every one of my senses has come to life.

After I collect myself, I remove his blindfold and restraints, the collar left in place. I send him to wash up not realizing how quickly the tables will turn. He strides into the room with long, powerful steps and I am picked up like a baby doll and flipped on my

He grabs both of my wrists in one large hand, and pins my arms above my head. With his free hand he rips at my panties wrenching them down, leaving them wrapped around my boot encased feet.

He parts my thighs and pushes himself into me and now it’s my turn to cry out and gasp.

Over and over I get near the ledge knowing any moment I’ll take flight.

“Harder” I beg him, any control I had earlier that night I’ve freely given up. “Don’t you fucking stop!” He rams into me more animal than man my legs straining from squeezing him tight.

We are frenzied, crazed, our tongues crashing into each other, lips like gladiators charging in battle collide.

He releases my wrists and I am all nails, raking them down his back, my hands grabbing his ass. I know in the morning I will find marks.

The third time I cum he joins me releasing himself into me, our bodies tingling with lust and desire.

He looks into my eyes, and kisses me, his love expressed through pillow soft lips. We untangle our limbs, becoming two once more. Leather and chains is exchanged with cotton and fuzzy socks, our secret stored inside a simple grey duffel hidden in plain site.

Tonight he was my toy and tomorrow I’ll be his if he likes. We are like the wind, shifting and changing our desires as the mood strikes.

As my lids grow heavy and I begin to drift, one hand holds his own, the other touches the collar still around his neck.

Mrs. Rockfords Secret Life

None of the neighbors knew what took place behind the ornate cherry wood doors of 511 Locker Lane. From the outside, with its trimmed hedges, neatly placed shrubs, perfectly manicured lawn, the house looked like all the others lining the quaint and quiet street. A bicycle laid up against the garage, waiting for the little girl who owned it to get home from school and ride it down the road to her best friend’s house to play. A soccer ball sitting on the grass, a reminder of the rousing game that the little boy and his dad had played the night before till the street lights came on.

The kids were at school, the husband at work, and the only occupant inside was busy getting ready for her guest soon to arrive. Mrs. Rockford, as she was known, was a sight to behold. 5’8 with legs that reached to the sky, her waist trim and small. Her hair was long and brown, cascading down her back. When her family was home she wore it in her usual messy bun atop her head, her “mom” uniform complete. Today, however, she wore it down, only the sides pinned back to keep it out of her face. She was finishing putting on her makeup, her transformation from housewife almost complete. Her green eyes shimmered under the carefully placed eye shadow and eye liner that adorned her face. Her lipstick was a dark shade of red, lending a mysterious air to her pale face.

She moved to her bedroom, the very picture of middle-class bliss. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with small nightstands on either side. In the corner was the large, oversized chair made of buttery soft leather. It was her compromise the room was not so “girlie”. In turn, she got the matching throw pillows she wanted for the bed. A win for both.

She walked into her walk-in-closet and found the trunk she kept hidden behind her vast collection of shoe boxes, neatly lined in a row. Inside where the things she needed for today and she pulled it out into the center of the room. She removed her ratty sweat pants and t-shirt and began to get dressed.

First came a black lacy thong, then leather booty shorts on top. A black and red corset cinched in her waist. A black leather bra came next, then a think choker chain around her neck. Knee high leather boots covered her feet. She threw a sheer, silk, black robe on top; she was ready for her session to begin. She went down to her basement, the sound of her high heeled boots clicking on her hardwood floors.

A timid knock signaled he was there. She opened the door to let him in; playtime started the moment they entered the door. He was a tall and foreboding, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. At 6’3 and packed with muscle, he was the kind of man you noticed walking down the street. He stood in her doorway, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched, waiting for permission to enter her domain. “You may come inside,” she told him, “Remove your clothing in the changing room then come back out immediately,” she said. “Yes Mistress V” he replied, knowing that this was the only acceptable response. He did as told and came back into the room, naked save only for his blue boxer briefs. “Kneel” she commanded, attaching a large, spiked dog collar around his neck. She clipped a heavy chain to it and then began to walk him by it into the playroom where the fun would begin.

She punched in a key code next to a sturdy metal door off of her laundry room and listened to the locks unlatch.  This room was nothing like the rest of her tidy, suburban home. An old root cellar, the walls were still concrete, the air musty and damp. A single red light bulb cast an eerie glow, lending to the ambience, setting the mood. She walked him to the large leather table that dominated the center of the room, laying him down on his stomach before strapping his hands and feet into the attached cuffs. Slowly she walked over to one of the walls, taking her time on selecting what instruments she would use today.

This particular man liked pain; liked to lose control. Her clients ranged in degrees of what they wanted and her shop accommodated their needs. “Our safe word today is Flower,” she told him, as she ran her fingers across her wall of toys. He blinked his eyes in agreement, the ball gag she had shoved in his mouth after tying him up, making it impossible to talk. She would remove it before the harder core play started but she knew he liked the initial few minutes of being completely helpless on her bench, it wound him up.

Satisfied with her selection, she moved back over toys in hand. His eyes grew wide as he saw what she held in them. She had selected the Humbler today; he was in for a treat. She took her riding crop and smacked him hard on the ass. “I’m going to remove the restraints on your legs,” she said. “I want you up on your knees. Do you understand?” He nodded his head yes and climbed onto his knees when she released his legs, ass up in the air. She took the Humbler, attaching the testicle cuff to his balls, the metal lip resting against the back of his thighs. He would have to sit perfectly still for the remainder of their session, or he would be in a world of pain. She rubbed his bare bottom gently at first; then she began to spank. First with her hand, leaving red fingerprint shaped marks, then with her riding crop. His ass became red and raw, streaks running up and down his milky white skin. She took a butt plug, and inserted it into him, thrusting in and out of him while she ran a metal comb up and down his back. His eyes were wide with the mixture of pleasure and pain, and he wanted desperately to thrust his hips, the Humbler keeping him firmly in place.

The timer went off through her speakers signaling their play session had come to an end. She took a jar of cream she kept on her shelf, rubbing his skin, soothing his sore spots. Gently she released him from his restraints, reminding him to stand slowly. He stretched getting his bearings as she began to clean up. He left her payment on the bathroom counter after he got dressed. He kissed her on the cheek, thanking her as always for her time.

She hopped in the shower and changed back into her mom mode once more. Her hair once more in its classic bun, her face once again makeup free. She had two clients coming in tomorrow, but she would worry about that then. Today her kids had requested her famous meatloaf. Just outside her doorway, a school bus rumbled down her street. The door opened, and the sounds of laughter and squealing filled her halls. “Mom were home” She made her way into the living room hugging her children tight. “How was your day?” her son asked. “Oh you know,” she said, “same things different day, not much happens when you’re a housewife.”