Two approaches to a problem

with a guest author

Approach 1

He could tell she was upset. Usually Mistress is right there, letting him know what he should be doing. When she says “Fucktoy”, she means it. He had 30 minutes to be ready or else.

But today, no message. He reached out, tentatively. He didn’t want to suffer her wrath, after all, since she had the power to punish as well as reward.

Her response could only be described as curt. What was going on? Mistress is in need, obviously. But for what? His ass belongs to her, and she knows it. He is at her beck and call every Sunday. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe Mistress needs to be served in a different way today.

“Mistress Peaches”, he types, “what do you need? I’m here for you.” He hits send, and anxiously waits. Will she be mad? What DOES she want?

“I need to be taken care of,” she replies.

Shit! I don’t know what that means. I mean, we’ve had vanilla sex before. But that was before. Now she’s my mistress, and I’m her toy. I need a minute to think about this. She’s been having a hard time with some stuff lately. Some losses, lots of negative in her life.

I have an idea!

“Come here, Mistress,” I reply. “I’ll take care of your needs.”

She arrives 30 minutes later. I lead her gently to the bathroom and undress her. Help her into the tub that is just the temperature she likes – very hot! I hand her a glass of wine and kneel beside the tub. I stroke her with a washcloth full of scented foam. No words are spoken, but she begins to quietly cry. I continue to stroke her arms, legs, stomach, back. Gentle always. She sips her wine, then lays back and closes her eyes, tears continuing.

I take this to mean more, so I abandon the washcloth and stroke further down her body. I rub her clit and hear her gasp. I move my hand further down until I reach her pussy. Warm water and bubbles combine with her own lubrication to allow me to bring her orgasm. I rub harder, just like she likes, and soon I feel her walls contract around my fingers. She sighs and opens her eyes.

I help her out of the tub, and dry her with the warm towel. I lead her to the bed, and get under the covers with her, warming her with my body. She turns to me and cries more, and my heart breaks for her. I hold her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out, as I whisper to her. “I have you. It will be okay. I’m here. You are safe.” I hope I am doing the right thing, but she is silent. She doesn’t move away, though, so I think it is good. I kiss her forehead, then her face. She holds me harder, as her cries subside. I reach between her legs, and she parts them willingly for me. Her pussy is swollen and still wet, and my finger slips inside easily. I reach her g-spot and she arches her back as she comes.

“Now,” she says, and I roll her onto her back. Vanilla, it is. I cover her body with mine, providing comfort as well as stimulation. I enter her and she groans loudly, pushing her hips into me. I slow her down, wanting to make sure that she is completely satisfied. “Let me,” I say, as I disengage, and slide down her body to reach her breasts. I suck one then the other, and she writes beneath my touch. I move further south to her muff. I part her lips with my fingers and begin licking her. A few licks and she is squirting into my mouth! I slide back up and enter her again, filling her with my hard dick. I stare into her eyes as I move, conveying caring and support and love. I kiss her face as I move, and she is grabbing my shoulders. Harder!, she is saying. So I pound into harder, my cock throbbing now. A loud low grunt, UNNGGGHHH, and she creams on my cock, her pussy walls grabbing me hard. I let go, I had no choice. I prayed she would not be mad at me for cumming without permission.

As we settled down, I rubbed her some more, her arms, her back.

“Thank you,” she said, for the first time.

“Yes, Mistress. You are welcome,” I replied. A different part of the relationship, but very vital.

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Scenes and senses

The warmth of the sun heats my shoulders in my little sundress. My aunt is showing me how to pick strawberries, how to choose the ripe ones. Barely ripe, that is. Their sweetness and tartness combine, as I bite, red juices flowing down my throat. Seeds are hard little nubs to my young self. Slightly crunchy. My lips are stained as I bite into the flesh. I hear the summer birds in the trees, as I move from plant to plant, pulling the larger red ones, leaving the green. The rough texture becomes familiar as move down the rows of plants. I choose another, tongue sliding into

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his mouth. He refuses to let me go. One hand behind my head as he smashed his lips onto mine. Teeth clinking together, there is no escape. He consumes me, breathes into me, as I into him. His other hand up my skirt. Thick fingers dig into my pussy, reaching the spot, taking me quickly over the edge. I cum around his fingers, pulsing. Groans swallowed his mouth, hands entwined in my hair, my eyes closed in

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the darkness. I awaken quickly, hum of the refrigerator in the next room. I reach out my hand, across the king size bed, finally finding his back, deep under the covers. I roll and slide over to him, his back, my front. Breasts smashed against him. Knees drawn up to match his. My arm drapes over his side, and he grabs my hand. Pulls it to his chest, as he sighs deeply, nestling back to sleep. I smell his shampoo as I too, drift, feeling

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warm, slippery. The water cascades over my shoulders. I sing loudly to Pandora. I have on Adele, “Nevermind, I’ll find someone like yououuuuu!!” I belt out to no-one. Alone in the house, I enjoy being as loud and as bad as I can. The music changes to Christina Perry, “Heart beats fast, colors and promises, How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” I put emotion into it, grabbing the back scrubber to use in my Grammy-worthy performance. Steam fills the air, the warm water drops my vast audience. My music assaults the walls of the bathroom, as if it had ears. “Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The flowery scent of body wash fills my

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nostrils as I smell the flowers you brought. Roses, daisies, each beautiful in their own way. Delicate petals, soft, brilliant in hue. Smiling, I raise my eyes and kiss you in thanks. I rub my hands over your shoulders, down your arms. Pull you closer, deepen the kiss. My hands lift your shirt. Stopping to pull it off. You drag my shirt out of my jeans, sliding your hands down inside the back. Grip my thong with one finger and pull, making the thin fabric taut across my clit. Gasping, I hold your hips as your other hand wanders up my blouse, under my bra, to cup my breast. You tweak my nipple between your fingers as I dig my tongue into your mouth. I separate, pull back from your lips, your grasp. Reaching forward, I undo your pants, pull them and your underwear down below your knees. You step out, and I kneel. Taking your cock into my mouth, I inhale the scent of you, your manliness, testosterone. Thickness fills my mouth, my saliva mixing with your pre-cum. I gently massage your balls as I suck you. You use your hands to hold my head still, fucking my face as you near orgasm. Now it is your turn to groan. But I quickly stop you, that is not what I want, need, desire. Standing, I grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

Feeling the Throb

Being honest and real – I’m SO horny. Very. Completely.

My clit is swollen.

I can feel my juices sliding into my thong.

Every thought turns dirty. Innocuous ideas become laden with ways that sex can be incorporated. What to make for dinner turns into a fantasy of screwing on the dining room table. And I’m not talking about lovemaking here. I’m talking pure, unadulterated fucking. Hard, fast, pumping. Grunts filling the air. Bodies slamming together over and over until… release.

Hell, even cleaning out the litter box means bending over where I imagine a hard dick, faceless, nameless, coming up behind me. Spreading my cheeks and just TAKING me. Grabbing my hips, then my tits. Pinching my nipples, watching as I arch my back and hear my screams as I cum viciously. Feeling his cock swell as he pumps his cum into my already dripping cunt.

Don’t even get me started on taking a shower. The steam filling the room as I grab a handful of hair and force his face into my pussy. Fucking his tongue until I squirt. My water mixing with the hot shower.

*sigh*

The Greatest Gift I Ever Gave (Guest Author)

She had done so much for me… how could I possibly deny her the one fantasy she had dreamed about for years? A fantasy that she only recently shared with me.

I can even remember the night she opened up. It was after a particularly hard session… the kind of session where her body was intricately marked from the back of her shoulders to her ankles. A session she begged for at the start, but midway through had a brief moment of regret. That is until the delicious stroke of Daddy’s crop against her skin. That leather taunting her body that instantly sent her through what little pain she might have been feeling to that deep place of true bliss. That point where every stroke after sent a streak through her body causing it to race with excitement and her pussy gush like a geyser at a national park.

That night, after that intense session, as she laid in bed in Daddy’s arms feeling safe, vulnerable, exposed, yet protected in every way, my sub raised her head and sheepishly shared her fantasy. The fact that she choose that moment to open up, made me so proud and honored. And while I had not thought about partaking in her fantasy before, because she took a chance to share, it was done. I knew I would help her live out this fantasy… Only she never knew when it would happen!

It was the end of June, the end of the week, the end of her day. I was picking her up from work because her car was in the shop.

As I drove up to the front of her office there she was… A vision! Short, but tasteful skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her glasses glistening from the sunlight as she slipped into the passenger seat. I leaned over to give her a little kiss and whispered, “Show me.” Immediately she knew how to respond. Slowly sliding her skirt up so I could see she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, just her unshaven, hairy pussy patch. She’s not allowed to ever shave down there. It’s my way of “collaring” her in a way. When she does wear panties… thongs mostly, the occasional boy short or bikini, that hair creeps around the sides. That feeling of her hair in whatever she’s wearing, reminds her she is owned by Daddy.

With a smile, I handed her a water, told her to drink up and drove away.

Now the drive to my home was not that far, but we took a little detour to Target on the way there. As we parked, I told her to finish her water bottle so she could throw it away in the store. I added, “We need to pick up a little something-something.”

Together we headed straight for the lingerie section. I told her to pick out three examples of boy shorts that she thought Daddy would like to see her in.

Like the eager girl she is, she pulled three very tasteful and normally pretty sexy lace examples, but that’s not what I wanted. I took her to the section where there were three pretty basic white, blue, and yellow boy shorts. I could see a little confusion on her face when I made my selection and then told her to find them all in two sizes smaller!

We left after I made our purchase and in the car I handed her another bottle of water and told her to drink some more.

Before she had a chance to finish anything we had arrived at home and as customary, she quickly disrobed, got her collar and kneeled on the floor in front of the bed waiting for me to put it on. She is always so pretty when she’s waiting. As I placed her collar on I leaned in and said, “There is a bottle of champagne in the kitchen. Open it and bring us two glasses.

My little sub quickly jumped up and returned with the bottle and glasses. I poured and we laid in bed talking as I lightly stroked her body, helping her come down from the day.

Finally as the bottle was nearing the end, she asked me is she could excuse herself and go to the restroom. I said, “No!” A mixture of shock and excitement took over her face.

As we finished the bottle I sent her back to the kitchen for a couple of large glasses of water and upon her returned told her to drink all of hers right away… To swallow like she swallows my delicious cum… She followed the directions perfectly!

As soon as she finished her glass she asked again if she could go pee and I said no! Only this time I could see it was becoming harder and harder for her to hold it.

That’s when I left the bed and pulled out the white boy shorts we had bought.

“Put them on!”

Slightly tipsy, she struggled to get them pulled up, but untimely she did. They were extremely tight, barely covering her amazing ass and presenting a pronounced camel-toe.

“Finish my water,” I ordered in a stern voice and then stood behind her, my erect cock touching her body from behind.

Once she finished I continued to tease her with my cock and kisses on her neck. Each kiss… Each brush with my cock made her gasp for air. But before long the need to “go” took over and with little tears in the corner of her eyes she begged one more time to be excused. This time instead of ONLY saying no, I led her to the bathroom.

There I stripped and ordered her to step into the shower. There I told her to rub her clit from the outside of her boy shorts.

As she did, I sat on the edge of the tub watching her go from pleasure to pain as she fought to hold it in.

I stood up next to her and put my hand on top of the one that was rubbing her clit and in her ear said, “When you get close to cumming you may dribble a little and wet your panties.”

“Yes Daddy,” she eagerly responded. “But DON’T pee too much, just a little and don’t cum!”

Well it took less than 20 seconds and my little one was dripping through her boy shorts and at the same time I could see she was close to cumming… Dangerously so, so I ordered her to stop and placed her hands at her side.

I however did not stop… I continued to play with her wet pussy from the outside of her boy shorts.

She started to squirm… She couldn’t hold out much longer and I could tell! That’s when I dropped between her legs and first teased her licking her pussy from outside of her boy shorts. She moaned in a way I had not heard before.

Then I looked up and told her to slide he shorts to the side so I could really suck her pussy!

She pulled them away and I locked my mouth onto her wet, matted pussy and started to suck on her clit which was now so large, the sign she would cum at any moment.

That’s when I looked up and said, “My gift to you! When you need to cum and go… you may!”

And with that her body started to quiver and shake… Her orgasm had arrived and so to her golden juice! At first, little squirts, but as I grabbed onto her ass to hold on and get my mouth closer, she started power squirting! A warm, strong stream that I drank all of! Her body bucking and humping my mouth like I had never seen before! Tears raced down her face as she came to the end of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had!

She could barely stand as I washed her up and led her to the bed, laying her down. I cleaned up and then returned to the bed and held her for what must have been 20 minutes before she finally had the energy to whisper to me, “Thank you Daddy…. Thank you for making my dream come true.”

(This post was written by a friend who chooses to remain anonymous)

A beautiful day

She invited me to swim. It was her idea, so I said yes. She has no idea what I have in mind.

I arrive, frozen low-fat, organic pizza in hand. She is already in her bikini, on her second glass of wine. While the oven heats, we share a few hits off a pipe. A nice glow, that. We catch up, who is seeing who, why her last relationship failed, where mine is going.

The pot is pretty strong, and I’m beginning to feel it. Giddy, happy, funny, laughing, she is too. We talk some more, I tell her about the job, and she explains what her kids are doing. Ordinary chit-chat, but it’s on a Wednesday. She asks me to play hooky next week, so I can come over and spend more time with her. She misses me, and other women don’t tend to like her. I certainly do, more than she knows, or understands yet. She is sex on a stick, delivered to my door. Big tits, luscious curves. Hetero.

Pizza is ready, but she doesn’t have any. Wheat bothers her, she says. I get it. I always do.

Wine is poured and we eat. I change into my suit so that we can swim. I have a bikini for you, if you want it. Yes, I want it. I change in front of her. Fellow women, we have no shame. I put on the top, and she reaches inside to fix my boobs. She pulls my nipples up to a higher part of the suit, giving me prominent cleavage. I feel her grab my nipples, I feel the light pinch. I tingle.

I hope you go in the pool, she says. Of course I do. The cool water gently laps my skin as she swims back and forth, and the dog follows her strokes. I duck under, and hold my breath, trying hard to become one with the water.

I can’t, the water beats me as I must have air.

When I come back up, there she is, next to me, and she reaches out to help me stand.  I take her hand and stand, getting closer to her. Close enough to count every freckle on her shoulder, every eyebrow hair that glistens with the pool water. I run my hand down her arm, from those gorgeous freckles, to her hand. Her eyes widen, her lips part. I can tell she is thinking, the gears are trying to play catch-up to the sensory. So I slide my fingers up her arm, feather-light touches, I know she barely feels them, but feels them too much. I have touched him in this way, but never a her.

I am unsure, but I am determined. I am brave, but I am trembling. I move her hair off her shoulder, and look into her eyes. Her brain in doing double duty, switching into a sexual mode that she has never explored. Neither have I. We are bi-virgins.

She smiles, as if she is wondering if this is a joke, hoping it is, hoping it isn’t. I slide both fingers up her arms to her shoulders, and then lightly down the front. I hear her gasp but do not see her lips move. Our eyes are locked on one another. She gives me permission through the widening of her pupils. I slide one finger over her nipple, sheathed in that bikini, then the other hand over her perfect hard nipple. I can feel the wetness as my pussy starts the swell. It is immediate. As I move my hands on her breasts, she starts to explore my body. She touches my arms, and then moves her hands into my hair. She doesn’t know what to do, but neither do I. We shall figure it out together.