Remembering the good times.....

A Little Tease

Erotica | 5 Comments · 8 Love It | about 1 year ago

Would you trust me to lay you on your bed and secure your wrists with velvet covered restraints, stretched out, making your breasts oh so accessible? And...what if your ankles were shackled to a spreader bar, gently of course, not wanting to damage the tender skin. Your thighs so open and inviting.

Have I forgotten anything? Oh yes, ..pulling something out of my trusty bag of goodies, a black silk blindfold. Can't have you peeking can we now? Hmm? Your eyes are covered and all is dark for you. Now the fun begins....

My dear sub, do you know what this is? Your feel cool leather brushing lightly upward over your tummy, across your solar plexus, and between your breasts. Have you guessed? Surely you didn't peek, I say smiling. ...I gently flick each nipple with the leather strips bringing them to attention.

I hear the breath catch in your throat and you whisper something. What did you say dear sub? I bend down close to your ear, with my hot breath permeating, and you shiver. This is....I flick one nipple a bit harder. ...a flogger . .I swat the other nipple. They are so receptive to my attentions Rose.

I glance down at your thighs. ...betwixt and between. There before my eyes is your naked flesh, the lips glistening with the sheen of your arousal. ..you are mine Rose

I reach into the bag again, you hearing the rustling but not seeing anything, the sound of steel on steel. The feel of cold steel being placed over a nipple, then being tightened down. I watch your face until I see you wince, then stop. The other falls prey to the cold metal, and the clamp.
The chain is looped between the two and tightened it to make sure it is secure. I lean over you to kiss your lips, tugging on the chain rhythmically the whole time,tugging left. then right, upward and downward, over and over. Such lovely ladies you have. ..

Kissing and licking down your neck, nipping your shoulders, moving down your arm, teeth tugging your skin, and pulling the muscle on your upper arm. Then gentle kisses and licking to the crook of your arm. Such a delectable morsel you are for a grizzly.

Some would be turned on by now, I tell you pretending not to notice your arousal and squirming. My kisses reach your wrist,and I pay close attention to it, kissing and nibbling the the inner wrist. My tongue licking the lifeline of your palm,and my teeth tug at the skin between finger and thumb.

Asleep I ask taking your index finger in my teeth letting it scrape between them. I give your nipples alternating firm tugs
You...tug...belong. ..tug....to. ...tug....Me. ..twisting the chain bringing the nipples inward and up. ..

What you will experience at my hands is an outward sign of how much your heart. ..all of you belongs to me. You feel the handle of the flogger tracing the nipples in a tight figure eight, then pressing on each nipple with the blunt end, not cruelly but firmly.

You need to feel owned don't you my love? My fingertips brush over your lips and caress your cheek, my lips follow where the fingers traced. The tip of the handle is placed at your throat, and I drag it downwards over your collarbone, between your breasts, over your tummy, coming to rest on your mound.

Yes, Rose you are mine. ..gently twisting the shaft with a downward pressure , then dragging it between your lips to your opening. Pressing it against your entrance, slipping it in slightly. ...bringing it away glistening. So good for the leather, I say bringing it to my lips, then bringing the full shaft down to drag it across your erect clit.

Nothing like well worn leather passing over your sweet spot is there Rose? Hmm?

An open note to Rose

Note | 2 Comments · 1 Loves It | about 1 year ago

My dear Rose,

As Mr. Shy has been shy in blocking me, because I denied him the privilege of meeting you in person, but feeling free to contact you, by ignoring your profile requests, by failing to follow proper protocol, and by questioning the authenticity our relationship, I feel no remorse in addressing my response to him publicly. It is the only recourse:

Mr. Shy,

My Rose is exactly that..mine. She made that decision and made that decision clear. She understands it, I understand it, and you understand it. What was is unclear Sir? However, for your sake I will further clarify.

Online relationships are fantasy? Surely you say that in fun. Is there no exchange of friendship and emotion? Let me answer that for you. There is. There is emotion, and intensity. What there is lacking in physical contact can be made up for in those exchanges that are had.

Just to summarize.......she is mine.