Your comments on Kitty's post and on mine when I linked to the stories were so flattering that I felt I had to write another chapter. I just hope I can keep living up to your expectations. I am still surprised at the positive reaction because I haven't done erotic writing in the past.
It was one of those picture perfect fall afternoons with the leaves turning and Lisa loved those beautiful fall days.
She loved sleeping in on Saturday mornings in cool weather with the windows open and felt very refreshed. She got up and went to the computer naked as her Master required and sat on the piece of sandpaper and write her morning email to him. She was required to check in with him in the morning, but it was now something she wanted to do. Her day didn't seem right without letting him know how she felt and what she was thinking.
She used to keep her emotions bottled up, but he had worked on her sharing her inner most thoughts with him. She then took a shower and loved the feeling of the warm water spraying on her body. She would have loved to put her hands between her legs and rub her clit, but she was only allowed to rub with his permission and she wouldn't feel comfortable rubbing without permission. She always wanted to please his master.
She did enjoy washing her unshaved armpits. It seemed strange when he first told her not to shave her pits, but now she loved doing that for him because she felt like it was his mark on her and she so loved making him happy.
She was having breakfast when her phone rang and her pussy twitched when she saw it was his number. It always did. She always loved hearing from him. She wanted to serve him and give him what he wanted.
He told her it was too nice a day to waste inside and that they were going to go to a secluded park they both loved to spend the day. Of course, he always told her what they were going to do. He made all the decisions in their relationship. She called the shots on her job but she loved following his lead in their relationship.
He told her to go to the deli to get a picnic lunch and they would eat near the pond and feed the ducks some crumbs. He said he'd pick her up in an hour and to wear panties, slacks and a weatshirt with no bra. He liked easy access to her tits and she liked him to have that easy access.
Her Master arrived right on time and she melted when she opened the door. She loved his looks and his scent and he pulled her tight and gave her a sensuous kiss and slid his hands under her sweatshirt and rubbed her tits. She loved that. And then he slid his hands inside her panties and found she was already wet. Just seeing him still made her wet. He got his fingers wet and then sucked on them. She loved that he so enjoyed tasting her juices. And then he reached inside her panties for more juices and had her suck them off his fingers. Oh, she also liked her own juices but was now only allowed to taste with his permission. She was thinking this had the makings of a wonderful day.
He opened the door to the car and when she sat down, he told her to pull her panties and slacks to her thighs. He loved her sitting in the car on her naked butt. The next thing she knew he was putting his hands between her leg and sliding something in her pussy. When she felt the buzzing she knew it was the remote controlled silver vibrating bullet and he had the remote. Oh, this day was looking even better.
As he drove to the park, he buzzed her every few minutes and she was getting so turned on. And then he would reach over and rub her clit as she leaned back in the seat with her legs spread and eyes closed and moaned. Oh, she loved him doing that to her.
She was brought back to reality when they arrived at the pond and parked. He said let's go for a walk before we have lunch. She loved walking hand in hand with him as he buzzed the vibe from time to time and pulled her close to him for a sweet kiss now and then. Oh, Lisa was getting so wet. She could feel her thighs and her panties were damp. She felt so good knowing that he wanted her and that she wanted to give herself to him and she wanted him to take what he wanted. She wanted him to use her body for his pleasure.
And then he veered them towards a secluded area filled with trees that wasn't easy to see from the main walk as the leaves crunched under their feet. And then he pointed to a big true and told her to stand with her hands outstretched against it with his legs spread. And then he pulled down her slacks and panties to her knees and her sweatshirt up to her navel. His ass and pussy were naked and she was so embarrassed being this way in public and hoping that nobody would come by. But she obeyed. She always obeyed. And she was getting wetter. She could feel her juices dripping on her thighs. And he put his hands between her legs and said, "Oh, what do we have here?'' He loved getting her wet. He knew she wanted what was coming even if she was embarrassed to be in public.
He then took a blindfold out of her pocket and blindfolded her. He wanted her to concentrate on what was coming. When she heard the sound of a branch cracking, she had a pretty good idea that he was going to use it as a cane.
He just said one word, "count.'' She knew what was expected. She was to count out the number of blows he delivered. As the first one cracked into her ass, she gasped and said, "One Master.'' Oh, that branch hurt. She knew that was going to be quite a spanking. And he kept it up. Ten, Twenty, Thirty, Forty.. Fifty. She kept counting but she cried out after each one. And he was buzzing her pussy at the same time. The sensation of the buzzing and the blows was making her so wet. She was gushing as her juices ran down her thighs. But she was crying, too. She wanted to make him happy, but he was pushing her limits. She was having trouble standing up. Her ass felt raw.
And he finally stopped and waited as she gathered herself. Her ass felt like it was on fire. Yet she was so wet. She knew she wanted to take the beating for him. She wanted to please him and be a good slave her him. And then he moved close to her and dried her tears and gave her a big kiss and she felt so good knowing she had made him happy. And then he tenderly rubbed her bottom.
He then told her to get on her hands and knees and she felt lube being inserted in her ass. She knew she was going to get an ass fucking. And with the vibe buzzing, he slowed pushed his cock into her ass and slammed it in and then started fucking her in and out, in and out. Oh, she felt so filled with the vibe in her pussy and the cock in her ass and she was panting and moaning and begging, "Oh, please, Master, will you let me cum. I want to cum for you. Let me cum Master.'' And he told her to keep begging. "Oh, please, Master, I need a cum, please let me cum, I want to cum for you.''
And then she said, "Cum for me.'' And she exploded in an orgasm that went through her body and made her gush. Oh, she loved what he did to her. She loved the way he took her body.
He then had her clean his cock with her mouth and she loved that.
And then he was very tender as he rubbed her back and cuddled with her in the leaves. Oh, she loved the way he cuddled with her and whispered in her ear, "You belong to me. You belong to me. You belong to me.''
She felt so content as they cuddled together and he wrapped his arms around her and then he finally got up and gave her a big hug and the walked hand in hand back to the car and got the picnic lunch.
And then they sat eating and tossing scraps to the ducks. It was the end of a perfect afternoon. Anybody seeing them would think they were just another vanilla couple enjoying a day in the park. Little did they know her thighs were sticky with her juices and his cum.
Little did they know that he had taken her once again and that she had loved serving him.
Many of my newer readers (and I want to thank all of you for reading and commenting) don't realize I started this blog writing a series of stories about a professional woman who was a tiger in the board room and a submissive in the bedroom. I wrote 11 of them, but I haven't written another one in over a year. I can be a champion procrastinator.
Anyway, one of my favorite bloggers, Kitty, recently went back in the archives and read all 11 of them and posted about how much she liked them. As a writer, it's always so gratifying to read good things about your writing. I thank her and all the bloggers who commented positively. And if you like them, PK gets a lot of the credit. She convinced me to start writing them when I wasn't sure they would find an audience or that I could even write erotica.
I also was unsure of how far to take the series. I am into more BDSM than some spankos, but I've enjoyed the comments from bloggers who say they wouldn't want to do some of the things in the stories, but enjoyed reading about them.
And the part where she serves other men isn't even a fantasy of mine. I wouldn't want to share a sub, but I felt it might spice up the stories.
I recommend you read and follow Kitty's blog and not just because she wrote about me.
At the bottom is a link to a fascinating NY Times column about a new book called "Thinking, Fast and Slow.''
The writer of the column says the research in this book will be remembered hundreds of years from now.
It says all humans share similar sets of biases. There is such a thing as universal human nature. And we have much less control over ourselves than we thought. And they say if you are studying something, work with people you disagree with. That's a hard one.
It also says people will guy more soup if a sign says Limit 12 to a customer.
And Israeli parole boards grant parole 35 per cent of the time except in the hour just after mealtime. Then it is 65 per cent.
Pro golfers putt more accurately when they are putting for par than for a birdie. They fear the bogey more than they desire the birdie.
It sounds a bit heavy but I guess you click on the link and see for yourself. And the book is likely to be worth reading.
It is one of 20 pictures if you want to look at more.
She is obviously a beautiful woman but there are a lot of beautiful women in Hollywood. And to me she wasn't Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca when it comes to being a woman who captivated me. What do you think made her an icon? Was dying young part of it so we never saw her aging like Elizabeth Taylor? Or did she have a special charisma that jumped off the screen?
I think we're all aware of maintenance spankings but was interested in finding a reference to maintenance sex by a sex therapist named Tammy Nelson on the Huffington Post.
She described that maintenance sex is sex is sex on the same night, in the same place, in the same way with little variation. She said couples in this phase need to work to make sex more exciting. She said couples should talk and not assume their partner knows what they want and need. She said teaching each other can create a lifetime of exotic connection. And have your partner repeat back what you said to make sure your partner understands what you mean.
This sounds like good advice and I feel that couples in D/s relationships tend not to get in a rut because they are involved in scenes.
Let me know what you think. Is D/s sex better? Do you try to avoid maintenance sex?
I got another reminder recently that we should cherish every moment. I played tennis last Thursday night with a good guy who emailed me that night that he enjoyed playing and added Rule No 1 Always Have Fun.
On Saturday morning, he died of a heart attack at age 61. So young. I was shocked to say the least. I went to the wake last night and talked to his widow. It is so difficult to find anything to say that isn't trite.
It was just another reminder that we should cherish today because tomorrow is never guaranteed.
I recently mentioned the book "A Billion Wicked Thoughts'' and the Internet research they did on what people like.
It turns out breasts, butts and feet are the three most popular searches. So does the man in your life like to play with your feet or toes? Or not? And does he like you to wear high heels in bed? And is it a turnoff for you if he wears socks in bed?
Tell us about whether your feet are involved in your play.