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Well i figured if the girls and boys could have them, why can't the grown ups? 
Bedtime stories for submissive women and men
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A dark room - Pt. 1
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I lead you in, your wrists already wrapped in leather restraints, your ankles restrained and attached to a two-foot spreader bar. Though you can see nothing in the darkened room, you can sense its openness and feel the soft carpet under your bare feet as you shuffle in. Without hesitation, I guide you to the center of the room and lift your right hand well above your head. You hear a "clink!" as I attach your wrist restraint to a D-hook. I repeat the process with your left wrist, and as you twist your wrists and hands around a little, you feel a leather-wrapped bar under your fingers and understand that it is another spreader bar, very strong and attached to the ceiling. You are positioned as if on a St. George Cross - without the cross.
You can hear and feel me walk around you, stopping behind you, and sense my hands before the blindfold covers your eyes. You bow your head slightly as I pull the straps tight, so I can more easily fasten them at the back of your head. My fingers caress your cheeks and lips, then slip downward onto your soft throat. You lean the back of your head against my chest as I touch you, and moan ever so softly as I momentarily circle your throat with my hands and press lightly against your flesh, cutting off some of the blood flow to your brain and part of your breath. I let my hands slide lower down, to your shoulders, and then glide upward along the upper surface of your arms to the cuffs, and downward on the insides. You shiver slightly as my fingertips stimulate the sensitive skin on the inside of your upper arms and underarms, and continue down and inward until my hands cup your breasts, thumbs and forefingers lightly holding your nipples.
Your head presses harder against my chest as I gently rub your nipples between thumbs and forefingers, then press my hands downward along your ribcage to your hips and along the outside of your thighs to mid-thigh. I circle around you, hands never leaving your body, until I stand in front of you. My hands move to the front and rub softly upward until my thumbs reach the junction of your thighs, and press your labia apart. You sigh softly at the intimate touch, and smile under the black blindfold. I let my hands follow my motion as I move further around you until I cup your bottom in my hands and squeeze it firmly but without pain.
You can skip the next few posts (parts of the bedtime story) if you don't like this one...
I lead you in, your wrists already wrapped in leather restraints, your ankles restrained and attached to a two-foot spreader bar. Though you can see nothing in the darkened room, you can sense its openness and feel the soft carpet under your bare feet as you shuffle in. Without hesitation, I guide you to the center of the room and lift your right hand well above your head. You hear a "clink!" as I attach your wrist restraint to a D-hook. I repeat the process with your left wrist, and as you twist your wrists and hands around a little, you feel a leather-wrapped bar under your fingers and understand that it is another spreader bar, very strong and attached to the ceiling. You are positioned as if on a St. George Cross - without the cross.
You can hear and feel me walk around you, stopping behind you, and sense my hands before the blindfold covers your eyes. You bow your head slightly as I pull the straps tight, so I can more easily fasten them at the back of your head. My fingers caress your cheeks and lips, then slip downward onto your soft throat. You lean the back of your head against my chest as I touch you, and moan ever so softly as I momentarily circle your throat with my hands and press lightly against your flesh, cutting off some of the blood flow to your brain and part of your breath. I let my hands slide lower down, to your shoulders, and then glide upward along the upper surface of your arms to the cuffs, and downward on the insides. You shiver slightly as my fingertips stimulate the sensitive skin on the inside of your upper arms and underarms, and continue down and inward until my hands cup your breasts, thumbs and forefingers lightly holding your nipples.
Your head presses harder against my chest as I gently rub your nipples between thumbs and forefingers, then press my hands downward along your ribcage to your hips and along the outside of your thighs to mid-thigh. I circle around you, hands never leaving your body, until I stand in front of you. My hands move to the front and rub softly upward until my thumbs reach the junction of your thighs, and press your labia apart. You sigh softly at the intimate touch, and smile under the black blindfold. I let my hands follow my motion as I move further around you until I cup your bottom in my hands and squeeze it firmly but without pain.
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A dark room - Pt. 2
For just a brief moment, I press myself to your back, my position mirroring yours after my hands slide up your back to your wrists again, my legs pressing against yours, groin pressing against your bottom, chest against your back, arms against yours. Then I step away, and you can no longer feel or sense me as I move silently in my sock feet on the soft carpet. You hear a slight click several feet behind you, and deduce that I have turned on the light in the room, and breathe a little sigh of relief as you realize I have not left you alone, even though you can see nothing more than before, thanks to the blindfold.
Silence again, broken only by a soft whisper of sound as unknown objects slide one against another, and a metallic clink you recognize as the matched chain floggers. Your breathing quickens slightly in anticipation of the unknown, soon to be revealed. You feel the warmth of my body approach on your right, then circle around to your front and automatically push your torso and abdomen forward, toward me. Your nipples are hard, crinkled up - you can feel them swell and tighten in the slightly cool air. Suddenly a swish through the air in front of you and you feel the leather of a flogger strike your right breast, the pleasure-pain bursting like a firework in your mind and body.
The change in the air pressure on the front of your sensitized skin warns you only milliseconds before the flogger comes across your left breast and again the pain-pleasure spreads from your nipple and breast through you. Over and over the flogger comes down on your breasts, first one, then the other. Sometimes one breast is struck three or four times in a row, sometimes the blows alternate for a few strokes. You don't really care - your mind and body are together, focused only on the sensations rolling through your body in waves with each swing of the flogger.
For just a brief moment, I press myself to your back, my position mirroring yours after my hands slide up your back to your wrists again, my legs pressing against yours, groin pressing against your bottom, chest against your back, arms against yours. Then I step away, and you can no longer feel or sense me as I move silently in my sock feet on the soft carpet. You hear a slight click several feet behind you, and deduce that I have turned on the light in the room, and breathe a little sigh of relief as you realize I have not left you alone, even though you can see nothing more than before, thanks to the blindfold.
Silence again, broken only by a soft whisper of sound as unknown objects slide one against another, and a metallic clink you recognize as the matched chain floggers. Your breathing quickens slightly in anticipation of the unknown, soon to be revealed. You feel the warmth of my body approach on your right, then circle around to your front and automatically push your torso and abdomen forward, toward me. Your nipples are hard, crinkled up - you can feel them swell and tighten in the slightly cool air. Suddenly a swish through the air in front of you and you feel the leather of a flogger strike your right breast, the pleasure-pain bursting like a firework in your mind and body.
The change in the air pressure on the front of your sensitized skin warns you only milliseconds before the flogger comes across your left breast and again the pain-pleasure spreads from your nipple and breast through you. Over and over the flogger comes down on your breasts, first one, then the other. Sometimes one breast is struck three or four times in a row, sometimes the blows alternate for a few strokes. You don't really care - your mind and body are together, focused only on the sensations rolling through your body in waves with each swing of the flogger.
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A dark room - Pt. 3
Without warning, the flogging ceases and the only sounds you can hear are your own breathing and the pulse of your heart. You feel a wet, warm stickiness slowly creeping down the insides of your thighs, and can scent the luscious musk of your arousal. Your breasts are held in my hands - you don't recall them getting there, it seems as if they have been there forever - and squeezed, at first gently, then tighter and tighter until the pleasure-pain-shock radiates through your body, but mainly to your wet sex. Suddenly, your breasts are released and you exhale, only now realizing you were holding your breath as my hands squeezed down on your breasts. A quick pinch of your nipples sends electric shock racing into your cunt and brain.
"Slap!" You gasp as something smacks hard on the inside of your right thigh just below your pussy. The wetness there increases the sting, which is immediately repeated on the left thigh. You realize I am slapping the insides of your thighs with the crop and the sting just makes you wetter and hotter. Your knees flex slightly to open your thighs wider to the crop, and it changes direction and strikes directly on your open pussy and clit. You moan softly and push your abdomen further forward, and the crop keeps striking your hot wetness.
You feel me walk away again and gradually return to a more upright position. Again, you hear the clink of the chain floggers and the whisper of leather rubbing against wood or leather. Though you hear nothing, again you sense my return, this time standing to your left and slightly behind you. Instinctively, you press your bottom back to offer it to whatever I hold. A new whisper of sound precedes only slightly the impact of a heavy leather strap against your asscheeks, and you barely stifle a small scream. Your body shakes with the blow, but you immediately push your butt backwards again, waiting for the next stroke of the leather.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty times it comes down until your bottom and upper thighs are radiating heat throughout your body. Your thighs are wet almost to the knees with the overflow from your pussy, and tears run freely from under the blindfold, down your cheeks and drip on the carpet below. After forty strokes, you feel my hand softly stroke the bruised and welted flesh, and hear a whispered, "Good girl." My hand snakes down between your cheeks, between your thighs, and rubs your wet cunt, pressing fingertips against your clit; your body shudders with approaching climax. "Not yet, little one... not yet." You take hold of your emotions and your body, and answer: "No, Master. Not yet."
Without warning, the flogging ceases and the only sounds you can hear are your own breathing and the pulse of your heart. You feel a wet, warm stickiness slowly creeping down the insides of your thighs, and can scent the luscious musk of your arousal. Your breasts are held in my hands - you don't recall them getting there, it seems as if they have been there forever - and squeezed, at first gently, then tighter and tighter until the pleasure-pain-shock radiates through your body, but mainly to your wet sex. Suddenly, your breasts are released and you exhale, only now realizing you were holding your breath as my hands squeezed down on your breasts. A quick pinch of your nipples sends electric shock racing into your cunt and brain.
"Slap!" You gasp as something smacks hard on the inside of your right thigh just below your pussy. The wetness there increases the sting, which is immediately repeated on the left thigh. You realize I am slapping the insides of your thighs with the crop and the sting just makes you wetter and hotter. Your knees flex slightly to open your thighs wider to the crop, and it changes direction and strikes directly on your open pussy and clit. You moan softly and push your abdomen further forward, and the crop keeps striking your hot wetness.
You feel me walk away again and gradually return to a more upright position. Again, you hear the clink of the chain floggers and the whisper of leather rubbing against wood or leather. Though you hear nothing, again you sense my return, this time standing to your left and slightly behind you. Instinctively, you press your bottom back to offer it to whatever I hold. A new whisper of sound precedes only slightly the impact of a heavy leather strap against your asscheeks, and you barely stifle a small scream. Your body shakes with the blow, but you immediately push your butt backwards again, waiting for the next stroke of the leather.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty times it comes down until your bottom and upper thighs are radiating heat throughout your body. Your thighs are wet almost to the knees with the overflow from your pussy, and tears run freely from under the blindfold, down your cheeks and drip on the carpet below. After forty strokes, you feel my hand softly stroke the bruised and welted flesh, and hear a whispered, "Good girl." My hand snakes down between your cheeks, between your thighs, and rubs your wet cunt, pressing fingertips against your clit; your body shudders with approaching climax. "Not yet, little one... not yet." You take hold of your emotions and your body, and answer: "No, Master. Not yet."
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A dark room - Conclusion
You feel me step back, and you leave your ass as it was, thrust out as far as you can in your position. A hissing swish announces the arrival of the cane, and the impact sends a violent shock and shiver through your body. The tears flow faster from your eyes, and the moisture from your cunt as well. The cane strike, initially just an impact across your cheeks, becomes a coldness, then suddenly heats and spreads. You can almost feel the welt begin to rise. Long seconds later, another stroke lands, barely a half inch from the first. Each blow from the cane is given time to be absorbed, cherished, loved, before the next comes. Your arms are almost numb from being above your head so long, but you don't care. Your cunt overflows with juices as you silently count the fifty times the cane strikes you.
You hear the cane fall to the carpet at almost the same moment you feel my left arm around your torso, rubbing your breasts and nipples, and my right hand coming back to your pussy. Three fingers thrust into the hot wetness, my little finger rubbing hard against your clit, my thumb pressing against your anus. "Now it's time, little slut. Time for you to let go and cum for me... cum for me with your body burning... cum for me with my body pressed to yours, my hands caressing you... cum for me.... NOW!"
You feel me step back, and you leave your ass as it was, thrust out as far as you can in your position. A hissing swish announces the arrival of the cane, and the impact sends a violent shock and shiver through your body. The tears flow faster from your eyes, and the moisture from your cunt as well. The cane strike, initially just an impact across your cheeks, becomes a coldness, then suddenly heats and spreads. You can almost feel the welt begin to rise. Long seconds later, another stroke lands, barely a half inch from the first. Each blow from the cane is given time to be absorbed, cherished, loved, before the next comes. Your arms are almost numb from being above your head so long, but you don't care. Your cunt overflows with juices as you silently count the fifty times the cane strikes you.
You hear the cane fall to the carpet at almost the same moment you feel my left arm around your torso, rubbing your breasts and nipples, and my right hand coming back to your pussy. Three fingers thrust into the hot wetness, my little finger rubbing hard against your clit, my thumb pressing against your anus. "Now it's time, little slut. Time for you to let go and cum for me... cum for me with your body burning... cum for me with my body pressed to yours, my hands caressing you... cum for me.... NOW!"
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who was being sarcastic?Xelebes said:
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MMMMarvelous bedtime tale Sir Winston.
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*purrrs and swishes tail* i agreelaurel-marie said:
MMMMarvelous bedtime tale Sir Winston.
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Thank you both.
Don't applaud - throw money.
Don't applaud - throw money.
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98% of my posts have rolly eyes in them...is that a problem?Xelebes said:
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Xelebes said:
Well, I thought it was a serious diversion...
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well you were the one who seemed to dislike itXelebes said:
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Xelebes said:
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caela said:
Well.... can ya throw me some No Bake Peanut Butter Fudge Cookies?
I guess I'll just have to settle for applause - this time. And thank you.
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Xelebes said:
Sheesh... Fergit "powah," X - throw money or cookies.
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Sir_Winston54 said:Sheesh... Fergit "powah," X - throw money or cookies.
Somebody's hungry
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Sir_Winston54 said:Sheesh... Fergit "powah," X - throw money or cookies.
bringing the Scary Man cookies on a plate all civilised like.... Thanks for the scary story. It was rather, ahem, nice... <blushing smiley here>
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snowy ciara said:
Umm, snowy? That wasn't a scary story. That one is actually kinda mild... like this AV.
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Sir_Winston54 said:
I find that stuff pretty scary.
