Suddenly her body started to shudder violently. I couldn’t believe
it! After the pasting I had just given her, she was having one of the
most intense orgasms I’ve ever witnessed. It took about a minute before
her spasms slowed then stopped altogether. She then lifted her hands to
her breasts and winced as she tweaked the bruised nipples into erection.
Now her legs stretched open wider, making her puffy labia part to reveal
her very wet opening.

“Harder!” She said, sounding quite exasperated now, “Come on,
don’t be frightened, I want you to do it!”

“Alright,” I thought, “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it!” Screwing my fist into a tight ball I punched her squarely in her face, making
her stagger backwards and causing a trickle of blood to start running
out of her nose. At the time I thought that would shut her up so I
could get on with some serious fucking, but it was only the start!

“That’s better,” She smiled as she licked the blood off her upper
lip, “Now hit me really hard!” As she spoke the last words I noticed
her hand settled on her pubic mound and the middle finger explore between her thighs.

She was quite small, around five feet two inchs in her stockings
and very petite, with breasts that were only slightly larger than average for her size. I’d danced with her for the final half-hour but she
remained very cool, even during the smoochy numbers. So, although she’d
accepted my offer of a lift home, I was anticipating one or two minor
problems when it came to talking her out of her knickers. Little did I
realise what a complete surprise she would soon turn out to be.

When I took her home I discovered she lived alone in a small house
left to her by her grandparents, and was somewhat surprised when she
invited me inside for coffee. After making me a cup of coffee she disappeared upstairs, but my mouth dropped open when she came back down ten
minutes later wearing a flimsy bra-less lace-up camisole with no crotch
and hold up stockings. Blessing my luck, I started to smile as she
moved closer. She boldly walked over to the sofa, but I almost dropped
my cup when she spoke.

“Hit me!” She lifted her chin slightly as if to invite a blow. I
treated it like a playful joke at first and tapped her lightly on her
cheek.

“Don’t be such a fucking wimp!” There was disgust in her voice and
I was riled immediately. I glared at her but she met my stare head on.
“Hit me I said!” She sounded frustrated, “Hard, with your fist, like
this!” And she held up a clenched fist as an example.

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way
to New York — the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas
station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and
then inserted a butt plug — gliding it against her clit — nice and smooth
while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly… Then kissed her bum and gave her a
slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a
couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.
They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud.
Mina’s beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed
me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued… and we eventually reached destination. As the
doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn’t help but notice
him staring at Mina’s exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a
funny feeling. I am a woman after all…

The day was turning into late afternoon — Friday night in New York City.
I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the
marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously
decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed
one another’s naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them…
When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orafice primed
for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open
hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her
sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas. When I had
had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to
manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn’t resist awarding
her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming
out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and
while drinking I rubbed some on her bare chest and then tasted the alcohol. A
little more spanking, and she was even hotter. It was time for me to tease
her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit.
She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to
aroused me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was
quivering, then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I
ordered her to put three fingers into my vagina as she lapped my juices away.
I was in Heaven… I called her sweet names. She was my “Candy Teddy, my Sex
Kitten, my Slut”, whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was
tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face — tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant “thank-you” to
my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful
Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She
thanked me and then expressed that her existance was only for me. That was a
great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had
admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist
playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled
bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and
exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also
shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our
royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a
Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl
going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone
turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather.
However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement. The whole night we
danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went
to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it’s own way. Many
commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few
others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and
then fell asleep in each other’s arms until the check out time. I woke up
earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was
beautiful…

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”

(c) 1988 Metallic Mafia Inc.

It was spring, and it was that time of the year that
people like to take early vacations, and get away from the
hardships of winter. I had always wanted to go to the mountains,
especially since the temperatures were getting better, and the
trees were in bloom. I called up my friend over in western MD to
see if he would let me and Trish stay at his log cabin house,
since he was not using it. I set it all up for the weekend, and
the plans were all completed.
Trish seemed all excited about the entire idea. A
weekend together, and away from the fast-times of life around
here. It has been some time since we had gotten away. We talked
about all the neat things to do out there like taking walks in
the woods, and driving around in the mountains. It just had to
be really scenic this time of year.
Trish came over my house with all her bags and various
things she wanted to take with her on the trip, and helped me get
my stuff together. It was only going to be for the weekend, but
we wanted to take just about everything to make sure we didn’t
forget anything. We loaded up my car, and decided we had better
set off since it was going to be a long drive.
As we drove along, we were talking about how exciting it
was going to be, and wish we could just stay out there forever,
and never have to come back. How I wished that was true! Maybe
we should just move out there to live in later years. She asked
me if I wanted a beer, and I said “ok”, so she cracked open a St.
Pauli Girl for me. We didn’t forget the beer opener either. The
open road was nice, and it gave us a chance to talk about many
things envolving our long team relationship as far as marrage and
everything goes. We also talked about more trips later in the
summer.
Before arriving at the cabin, we decided to stop in the
TOWNE STORE down the street. It reminded me of the old west. We
picked out some food, and for some reason, Trish bought some
whipped cream. I just looked at her and smiled. She also got me
a cowboy hat. A large white one. Went good together with my
long dark brown hair. I decided to buy Trish a pair of top
quality boots. They were red leather. Quite good looking on
her, I must say. We managed to rack up a bill in there, and
decided to get out before we spent all the money we took with us
in the first 2 hours.
We arrived at our cabin, and at first glance, we fell in
love with the place. Looked like a house of love from something
out of the movies. Wish that, I decided to be a motcho kinda
guy, and carry her into the place. She was giggling and frenched
me as we walked in the door. I set her down, and went back to
the car to bring all our shit in the cabin. She was busy cooking
me some food from the supplies we had picked up at the store.
At the dinner table, we talked about what we were going
to do after the sun set. I said, “How about a drive up in the
moutains?”. Trish seemed to like that idea, and said “What do
you want me to wear, Mark ?”. I told her to pick out whatever
makes her happy.
After she had taken her shower, and I got myself
together, we got back into the car, to explore the sights to be
seen out west. I drove us all the way up the east side of the
mountain, I stopped at the top, and we got out and looked down
into the valley. It was the most romantic place we had ever seen
before. The stars were all out, and it was a clear night. Trish
told me to turn the radio on so we could hear it outside, and I
put on some Fate’s Warning. The melodic sounds of the guitar
solos were heard from the car, and seemed to set the scene for
some real plesant memories.
We sat close to each other on the hood of my car, and
gazed out into the stars, and wondered what the world and life
itself had planned for us. I knew right then that I would never
forget this moment as long as I lived. I looked at her, and she
looked at me, and we seemed to forget all the bad things that
happened in our lives before we each met. As our lips touched
and we embraced, we slowly fell back until we were laying on the
hood of my car.
Soon after we were laying down, our tounges were working
in each others mouth and our grip on each others body increased
in pressure. We were holding on tight to each other, and she
grabbed my one hand and put it under her warm sweater. I then
moved my other hand underneath her sweater. As the long kissing
continued, she took one of her hands and placed it on my dick,
and kept rubbing her hand in circles. Meanwhile, I took my hands
and managed to work off her bra, and let it slowly fall down
between the two of us. I got a good grip on both her tits, and
gently moved them around pressing in and releasing in a steady
motion. We were both getting extreamly turned on, and I backed
my lips from her face, and whispered “Lets go back to the cabin”.
Trish smiled and picked up her bra, got up, and slowly walked to
the side of the car, and got in. I hopped off the car, and got
in, and once I was in, she was giving me a look of extream
pleasure, and excited about getting more. I was ancious to get
back to the cabin, and had her hands clutched underneath her legs
trying to hold off for the ride home. I started the car up, and
we began to drive back to the cabin for a delightful night.
Once we got back, we went straight for the bedroom. It
was some sort of feeling in the night air, that must have gotten
under our skin. I could see the silhouette of her tits through
her thin sweater next to the window with the moon glowing ever so
brightly. As she stood by the window, she turned around, and
looked at me, smiled, and took off her sweater. I walked up to
her and quickly embraced her, and slowly pulled her over to the
bed, where we fell. I felt her fingers lift up my shirt, and
yanked it over my head. Trish’s tits were rubbing all over my
chest, and I put my hands on her ass, then pulled her mini-skirt
up, and planted my hands on her panties. After getting a good
feel, I worked off her skirt. She started in rhythm by mounting
my leg, and massageing her clit.
As she was doing this, she undid my pants, and inbetween
her thigh action, she pulled them all the way off. Once again, I
slipped my hand on her ass, and pushed her panties down to the
base of her leg, where I kicked them off with my foot. Waisting
no time, she released my underwear from my body, and went down on
me. With both her hand gripped at the base of my dick, she
surrounded her lips around my dick, and it slowly disappeared
into her mouth. Her tounge worked its way in a circular motion
around my dick, and I could feel her soft lips clinch the base of
my arroused love muscle. Her eyes were closed, as she slirped
and moved her head up and down.
We both began to get so horney, that she raised her head
from between my legs, and she held my hand as I guided her to lay
down on her back. I put my mouth around her nipples, and started
to suck. With my finger, I excited her clit. It was turning me
on as much as it was turning her on. I went to her other nipple,
and then licked all the way up to her face where I started
frenching her again. Her hips were moving around, and so were
mine. I got in between her legs, and pushed myself up so my dick
was inbetween her tits. She lifted her legs up over my back, and
wrapped them around me and I started fucking between her tits.
She took her hands and pushed her tits together to wrap closly
and firmly to me.
After getting extreamly excited from all of this, I then
slid down, and moved my dick around her clit and rubbed it up and
down at the top of her cunt. I was kissing her mid section, and
she had her long fingernails gripped into the skin in my back.
Trish then started to shake violently and moaned, and her whole
body went into a spasm from her first orgasm. She became very
wet after that, and it was very easy for my dick to find a warm
lubricated slot to enter. I gently went inside her all the way
until it fulled stretched her vaganal walls. We started slowly
guiding each others bodies back and forth. Trish had her hands
on my ass, and I had my hands on the side of her tits while we
were still kissing. I started going faster and faster while the
pleasurable feeling of my skin on my dick touching her walls
inside her love tunnel got stronger and stronger. Trish’s body
went into another spasm as she could no longer hold the feeling,
and let loose another orgasm. I felt like I was going to cum,
and decided to try another position. I pulled out, and quickly
rolled her over and got her on her knees, and stuck my dick back
in from the behind. I had a good firm grip on her tits, and she
was kicking her ass back and forth swollowing up my pole. I was
going deeply inside her with each forceful push, and she was
about to have and extreamly large orgasm when I felt mine come
on. I called her name out just before the peak occurred. Trish
moaned, and called my name out not more than a second later.
Love juices poured from my body as I was in extasy, and as soon
as she felt the warm cum hit her walls, she had a very long
orgasm that left us both breathless.
I left my dick way inside her and we stopped to catch out
breath, and she flexed her muscles inside her cannal sweezing my
dick, and then letting up. I did the same, and then pulled out,
and she rolled over, and I layed on the bed next to her. We just
looked at each other in a sort of gaze, and hugged once again,
and kissed.
Before going to sleep, we talked about how much we loved
each other, and how happy we were. We also made some plans for
our next adventure tomorrow. She mentioned something about the
whipcream she bought at the store. There was also so much to do
out in the mountains, and we only had one more day. With that
note, we kissed each other goodnight, and feel asleep after an
exausting day.

As the sun rose out from between the mountains, the birds
started to chirp, and a fresh scent of air filled the room. I
rose, and stretched out and before I knew it, Trish was up. I
grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of bed, and we proceded to
the bathroom, where we jumped into the shower.
After we got each other together, we decided to take a
ride down to the local gun shop since we had forgotten one of our
tools of love. We got to the gun shop, and Trish picked out a
pair of gold plated handcuffs that we both liked, so I bought
them.
As the day progressed, we knew we had to make this day
count more and more, since we would have to go back home the next
day. Trish packed a picnic basket, and we went out to the the
west side of the mountain so we could see the sun go down, and
parked the car, and climbed up the mountain part way. We made it
to a partial clearing, and set things up. It was getting darker,
so we lit a small candle and ate all the food that was packed in
the basket.
Once it was dark, Trish suprised me by pulling out the
can of whipped cream that we had bought the past day. Of course,
I had the gold cuffs, and since we were all secluded and alone,
it was a good night for passion. I took her in my hand, and we
walked up to a tree. I leaned her up against the tree as she
glared at me with her starry eyes. Trish sedusively said “RAPE
ME”. Since we had practiced this a few times, it was the perfect
location. I forcefully ripped of her top, and starting kissing
her cheast and neck while she was crying out for me to stop. I
tore off the rest of her cloths, and wasted no time trying to
enter her already wet hole, once I wrestled her to the ground.
As my dick touched her clit, she stopped resisting, and
started to enjoy it. I wanted her to resist durring the entire
time, but she couldn’t put the show on anymore. She grabbed the
can of whipped cream, and sprayed it in my open mouth, and took
her tounge and licked it all out. I took the cuffs off my pants
strap, and handcuffed her. We still had alittle baby oil left
from tanning, and I dumped it all over her body while deeply
rubbing into her skin so that our bodies would glide upon one
another. I took my mouth, and placed it on her tit, and wrapped
my teeth around her slippery hard nipple. She moaned as I
entered her, and started to wildly kiss and french me. I felt
her tightness between the thighs and we pounded each other out in
the middle of nowhere. The grass was full of due, and we slid
all over each other. We were pumping so fast, that we gave each
other the largest orgasms that we have had in along time. After
I pulled out, and the cum ran down and out of her pussy, I undid
her cuffs, and we grabbed out things, and walked to the car.
We were still at it in the car, and she asked me if I
wanted some head for the ride home. I was all for it, and she
wrapped her lips upon my dick once again for the ride home.
Upon entering the house again, we were all worn out
again, and went to bed under the red sky, and embrased, and fell
into a deep sleep.
In the morning, we had to quickly gather our things, and
pack up and go home. It was an experience that we both would
never forget, and have to live again one day. We headed
eastbound in the car towards the sun. Our love had grown and
blossomed with each extra minute that we were together. It would
continue to become an everlasting relationship that couldn’t be
topped.

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In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success “away” somewhere. I explained that I’d come home to “give something back to the community”, but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew.

In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline “Tennisball” Turner. In some way, we’d been very much in love. I’d revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. She gloried in the loving abuse I heaped on her. But eventually I’d convinced myself that this wasn’t what I wanted.

I was a “normal” woman, with normal desires. I wanted a husband and kids and. . . .And I wanted Tennie, or piggy, as I’d sometimes called her, crawling to lick a pair of black leather boots with four-inch heels that clung so tightly to my legs that my slave often had to yank them off me while I broke the suction with a shoehorn. I wanted her head bobbing vigorously between my thighs as the little electric shocks of pleasure shot from my clitoris. I wanted to hang her from the ceiling beam of my little house and beat her ass raw for breaking dishes, to set her impossible tasks and punish her for failing at them.

But I wanted other things too: the touch of her breath on my neck when I let her sleep in my bed; the soft look in her eyes when she knelt at the foot of that bed with my morning coffee; the contented hum of her when all the happy violence was over, the sweat and sometimes tears dried, and she cuddled into my arms during decompression.

And I wanted all of this while leading a June-Cleaver-with-a-career existence? It was too much, and I knew it. But while I sorted all this out I still had rent to pay, first to my parents, then to a landlord, and finally to a mortgage company. I found a job at a high school in town (not the Catholic school I’d attended, but a newer secular school called Park West Secondary).

On the first day of classes, I was way too early. Only the school custodian was in the hall as I entered the Old Building (the one built in 1976 was the New Building) and made my way to room 108 West. The classroom was empty, and I unlocked the door but left the light off. Instead I went to the door at the back of the class. In other days it would have been a storage space. The teacher I had replaced, one Mr. Carruthers, had been in the habit of smoking a pipe quietly in there while grading papers, and the room had that lovely “gentleman’s club” smell of old leather armchair, shoe polish, and pipe tobacco. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with luxury.

There was a little narrow window facing the soccer field, and long shelves of dusty textbooks along the wall with the door in. I put my necessary things into the desk and cupboards, my clipboard, a pack of marking pens, chalk (any teacher will tell you, you bring your own and hoard your supply), and my coffee mug.

My coffee mug.