Overtime (2)

Pet couldn't stop shaking. Her new Mistress' fingers had been holding steady in her pussy for several minutes - their warm, hard presence teasing against her inner walls and g-spot, shifting unpredictably inside her so she could never fully adjust.

Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

Shallow

He had told her to keep her eyes forward, and she was trying.

The collar around her neck, with two leashes, one tied to each bedpost, ensured that she couldn't turn around and look at what she was doing. Instead, she had to listen to the faint slapping noises behind her, and guess.

Overtime (1)

Her fingers traced slowly over the purple briefs. She could feel the swollen lips that pressed back against her fingertips, and she smiled, moving her fingers up to the clit.

It felt so good, those fingers on her clit. She shuddered, trying to stay completely silent. She couldn't help it, and a few squeaked moans escaped from her.

Breath

She could feel him inside her, thrusting in and out of her slick young sex. Her legs were wrapped around his back, and her body reacted to his, to every little twitch and throb and pulse of his cock, to every movement of his hips against hers, or of her torso against her breasts.

Horizons (4)

This is going to be the end of this little saga. I did think of a way to end the scene slightly better, but it ended up making the whole scene alot darker. If anyone wants to see that ending, or wants me to continue, either leave a comment, or email me (the email address is sec.circle@gmail.com).

She smirked back at him as best she could while still shuddering through a series of delicious semi-climaxes. Her eyes pointedly fixed on his crotch, and she smirked.

“Depends. Is it true what they say about black guys?”

Alleyways

She pulled on his hand again, forcing him to follow her between the two buildings. Her stiletto heels clattered with every step, and the echoing in the alleyway sounded like gunfire. He gulped a little, but followed her blindly, as always.

Halloween (4)

“Come here.”

“Yes Sir”.

Topsy Turvy

The rope bit hard into the skin of her thighs and shins, holding her entire body several feet above the ground. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it kept her constantly on edge, reminded at all times that she was bound, ready to pleasure her Master.

Whispers

“Hands against the wall. Stick your ass out.” The words cut through all the flirting and all the teasing foreplay like a knife, and she hesitated. Only for a moment though, as his stare made his intentions, and his insistence, very clear. She stood up, moving over to the nearest wall. But even as her palms reached towards the cream walls, his voice cut through the stillness.

Blindfolds

With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see a thing. Instead, she felt, as she was forced to do, as her Owners knew she would have to do.

Obligation (Part 2)

Her ass-cheeks burned from the ordeal with the paddle and so she was very careful not to move too quickly when she stood up. The latex clung to her body like glue, hot and sticky and sweaty, making her acutely aware that she was dressed for His pleasure.

Obligation (Part 1)

She was sat on the sofa watching crappy TV shows when He came through the front door, returning home from work. She had lost track of time, and the volume was far too high. That’s why she didn’t hear Him come in through the front door. That’s why she wasn’t in her assigned position, kneeling in the hallway to welcome Him home.

Trains

Her short denim miniskirt clung to her legs uncomfortably in the heat of the train carriage. Normally on a day like this, she would have worn something looser, but she needed the shortness if her plan was going to work. With a smirk, she looked over to her boyfriend, her lovely submissive toy, and then winked at him. Even as she turned to him, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach rising - he knew she had something planned.

Mammary

He smirked at her, stroking her cheek and slapping his cock on her full, perfect breasts. Her nipples, a dark pink colour, were already erect, and he rubbed himself over them with relish. Pre-cum rubbed off and left a shiny wet patch glistening on her skin; he barely noticed as he shifted position.

Torture

He felt his shoulders and back tense slightly, and his voice started to stammer slightly, but she took over for him, covering the lapse in conversation expertly. Underneath the tablecloth her hand stroked his thigh gently just above his knee, her index finger tracing small circles against the thin fabric of his trousers.