Are we dating, or just having sex?

I’ve been in a several-night stand relationship with Maggie for some time.

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She calls me late at night and I come over. The sex is great.

Guys tell me how they envy my situation of sex without the relationship. If sex with Maggie was just vanilla, maybe I’d agree with them. But I have an intense longing for her. I want to be with her more, like on a date. And yet she keeps pushing me away every time I bring up the subject about ‘us’.

 

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Should I go or should I stay? I just wish I knew where I was with Maggie.

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She just texted me. I gotta go!

 

Lets Talk…

“The only time I see her lately is for late-night sex,” I told Jake the bartender.  I was feeling a bit used by Maggie.

“You should tell her what you want,” he said.

“I’d like to,” I said, “but it always ends up the same way.”

“A lot of guys would envy your situation,” he said, “maybe just go with it for awhile.”

My phone ringed. It was a text from Maggie: “Tonight at 2 OK 4 U?

I quickly replied with my fingers on the mobile: “OK

“Well,” I finished my drink, “I’ll take your advice and tell her tonight.”

“Good!”

“but first another drink!”

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I arrived at Maggie’s promptly. She let me in. She was in her latex catsuit.

“Come on in, Kenny!” she said cheerily.

“Good to see you again, Miss!” I said, “you know we should talk!”

“Talk?” she said, “It’s late and what would you want to talk about?”

“Us,” I said.

“Is something wrong?” she glanced at my expression.

“No,” I said, “everything’s perfect”

“Good,” she smiled, “then let’s get on with it. Take off your clothes.”

“But,” I protested, “shouldn’t we talk?”

“You remember when you first met me you agreed to do everything I told you?”

“Yes.”

“well then, off with your clothes and stand over there,” she pointed to the rack suspension near the wall.

I slipped my shorts down and walked over to where she was standing.

“Hands forward,”  she said. She tightened the shackles on my wrists. “Spread your legs”. She attached more shackles on my ankles. In a few moments, my arms were tied to the rings at the top of the rack and my feet to the rings at the bottom.

She brought a leather flogger toward my face. “You like the smell of new leather?”

“Yes,” I gasped at the long stiff leather strands.

“You’ll be the first to feel it!” She stepped behind me and began lashing my back and butt.

“Ow!” I began to feel the sharp sting.

“Baby!”

“Please!”

“Yes?”

“Ummm”,  I released the tension on my shoulders and felt the heat from the blows of her whip.

The whipping went on for a while. I lost track of the time. She brought out the leather paddle and spanked my butt.

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I blanked out either from tiredness or the surge of warmness I felt. She released me from the rack.

“What do you say?” she asked me.

“Thank you, Miss!”

“Good boy. Now serve me.” She walked into the bedroom and I followed her. She slipped off her latex pants and pushed her underwear down to the floor.

“Kiss me back here”, she pointed to her butt.

I followed her direction as she bent over.

“Lick it up and down”.

I followed the path of her fingers. Eventually, she walked away.

She sat at the edge of the bed. “Kneel here” she pointed to a spot in front of her legs.

I knelt before her as she spread her legs open and tugged my hair, pulling me toward her.

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I worshipped her for a long time.

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“Now,” she said, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“Silly boy,” she laughed, “this is a date!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Moon, pt. 3

Maggie kissed me goodbye and drove off to see her Pet.

I watched the tail lights recede down the street. I felt like she left me…again. I hoped to be her pet for the weekend but she went off to be with one of her former pets.

I didn’t want to return to my room . Several of my roomies would probably be there watching the game, drinking beer. Nothing wrong with that…but just not what I was expecting tonight.

I returned to the bar. There were a few people inside. The bartender was clearing tables and wiping them down.

“Hey Ken,” he said, “what’s up?”

“I just saw Maggie off,” I said a little forlorn. I took one of the stools a the bar.

“Oh,” he glanced at me, “sorry ’bout that, bro!”

“No problem,” I replied, “it happens now and then.”

“Well,” he continued, “I’m closing up but you’re welcome to stay a while.”

“Thanks,”

“Another drink?”

“Yeah,” I felt comforted, “I could use another.”

“Your usual? I’ll have it for you in a couple of minutes.” He collected the empty glasses in his tray of and set them into the sink. He checked his mobile and texted into it. I looked around. The other patrons were putting their coats on and leaving.

“Here’s your drink, ” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, “how soon before you close?”

“We’re closed now,” he said and went to the front door,  locked the dead bolt and turned the “open” sign around. “But you can stay. My partner, Marie,  is coming down to help me close.”

“Thanks guy,” I said. Marie usually served lunch at the bar. I had chatted with her now and then.

Marie came in from the back door.

“Hey Kenny,” she said, “how’s it going?”

“OK,  I guess.”

“OK?”, she looked at me, “you seem a little sad?”

“Well,” I said, “I was hoping to hang out with Maggie but she left.”

“Yeah,” Marie smiled, “she’s a hard one to pin down.” She began wiping the bar. “Maybe you’d like to hang out with us tonight?”

“Yeah,” I looked up at her. Her strawberry hair accents complimented her smile. “I’d like that.”

“Well, if you help us close up we can play a little,” she grinned.

I’d been to the backroom with Jake. He was huge and very skilled at using his cock. Marie was cute in her tight jeans as she bent over to put supplies under the sink.

I helped them place chairs on top of the tables and swept the floor. Jake followed me with the mop. We were done in a few minutes.

“Have you seen our dungeon?” Jake asked.

“I’ve been down there a few times.” I had been to some parties in the dungeon with Maggie & her friends but I didn’t see much because it was so dark and crowded.

“would you like to join us down there tonight?”

“Cool.” I tried to cover for my fear and insecurity. I had bottomed for Jake before but without any bondage.  I had never done a session with both Jake and Marie.

He picked up a satchel he had under the bar, Marie carried a smaller bag and they walked to the stairs.

“To the dungeon we go,” Jake said. Marie laughed. I followed them down the stairs.

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Ropes and chains were hanging from the hooks that were attached to the wooden ceiling  beams. A large ring was suspended near the center of the room. A few suspension racks were arranged around the room. Several bondage crosses were leaning against one of the walls. Spanking benches and bondage tables filled the middle of the room.  Some slings filled the corners of the room.

“So what would you like tonight?” Jake asked me.

“I’d like to try out this spanking bench”, I pointed to one of the benches.

“What would you like us to do?”

“spank and flog my butt,” I answered.

“OK,” Jake said, “lets do it”. I stripped down to my shorts and walked over to the bench.

“I can leave one of your hands unbound if you like,” he said.

“No, I’d like it if you tied both wrists and ankles”, I said. I felt Marie would protect me from Jake getting a little too rough. I bent over the bench, placed my knees on the bottom supports and my arms into the arm rests. Jake fastened the straps for my arms and legs.

Jake felt my butt with his hand. He started spanking it lightly. I liked the firmness of his touch.

“Do you want something harder?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“I have this soft leather strap you might like.” He pulled out a leather strap from his bag and displayed it before me.

“Yes,” I’d like that. It was similar to one Maggie used on me.

Marie came over to the front of the bench and touched my cheek.

“would you like me to flog your back?” she asked.

“Yes, ” I said as Jake brought the leather strap hard on my butt, “please”, I choked a little.

Marie picked out a brown suede flogger from Jake’s bag and began lightly swishing it across my bare back. My breathing picked up.  Jake alternated his swings with Marie’s in a rhythm to my flinching.  The pain rushed to my head.

“Harder, Ken?” she asked.

“Yes,” I gasped as another hard swat on my other butt cheek. Marie pulled back and applied hard strokes of the flogger across my shoulders.

Marie and Jake worked me over to the point where I was shaking.  My body was sweating from the heat on my skin. I felt a rush of warmth from my but to my head. I adjusted to the steady rhythm of their spanks and flogging. I wanted this to last all night.

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“Whew,” Marie said, “I don’t know about you, Jake, but I need a break.”

“Yeah,” Jake said to her, “I’m thirsty.”

“You want some cold water?” he asked me.

“Yeah.” I began to regain consciousness. My back and butt was warm from the impact play they had done with me.

They released me. We went to the mini bar. Jake pulled some waters out of the small refrigerator and we began drinking.

“You really like this, Ken?” Marie asked.

“Yes,” I said, “I usually get this from Maggie when we play.”

“I thought so,” she said.

“How can I thank you?” I asked.

“You can help me play with Jake.” She looked toward Jake. “Tell Ken what you want.”

“I’d like you two to suspend me on that rack,” he pointed to one of the structures in the room,  “beat me and make me cum.”

We walked to the rack. Jake removed all of his clothes and attached his wrist and ankle cuffs. He raised his arms up to the upper part of the frames.  I stood on a low stool and attached the rings of his wrist cuffs to the chains hanging from the hooks at the corners. Marie attached his ankle cuffs. Jake’s arms and legs were now spread out on the rack.

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“Jake likes this flogger, Ken,” she retrieved a black leather flogger from his bag and handed it to me.

“I’m going to use the quirt on his butt,” she said as she pulled a black two-pronged short strap from his bag.

“Ready Jake?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Ready Ken?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I raised the flogger. I remembered the way Maggie flogged me and  I began slapping the strands across Jake’s chest in a similar manner.

“Harder, Jake?”

“Yes, Ken, ” he gasped as Marie struck one of his butt cheeks with the quirt. It made a loud slapping sound, “harder!” he yelled.

I struck his chest faster in both directions, overlapping each stroke with the one I used before. I learned this from Maggie. She would say: “I’m spreading my strokes so you’ll feel it all over”.

I could see Jake’s chest turn a reddish glow. Marie and I continued working him over. I could feel the heat radiate from his skin. I brushed against his legs and felt his erect cock sticking out. I took it in my hand and massaged the skin up and down, squeezing lightly at the tip. Jake began moaning.

“He really likes that,” Marie said. She encouraged me to play with his huge member. I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and took it in. Jake moaned louder. Each slap of Marie’s strap drove his cock further into my mouth.

“Uuuh!” Jake cried out as he released big gob of his junk into my throat. I worked behind his tip and milked more from him as he writhed in an ecstatic motion. Marie hit him harder and more of his juice rushed from the base of his dick to his tip.

When Jake was spent I released him and stood. Marie approached me and pulled me by the hair toward her. She parted my lips with her tongue. She pilled a gob of Jake’s cum from my mouth. “Mmmm,” she said.

Marie and I kissed for a while while Jake had sunk into his bonds. Our lips were making smacking noises from the tack of Jake’s stuff. Jake moaned softly.

“I guess we should release Jake,” Marie said. I unhooked his wrists while Marie unhooked his ankles. We both helped Jake to the bed where he collapsed. He was shuddering from the beating he received. We felt colder from the night air of the dungeon. Marie laid on one side of Jake while I was on the other. We placed our arms around him to warm him.

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Eventually Jake turned and kissed Marie while he was rubbing my erection. She sighed. He turned and kissed me.

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“Now”, he said, “it’s Marie’s turn”

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The Femdom Marriage

 

We went to a “New Age” wedding yesterday. It was a Pagan-Wiccan hand-fasting between Marissa, a dominatrix, and Peter, one of her clients.

The couple was in the front of the room. Marissa was wearing a white corset, fishnet stockings, white thigh-high boots and a crop attached to one side of a white leather belt. Peter was naked and kneeling at her side, his hands shackled behind his back. Another male sub was kneeling next to Peter.

The minister entered from a side door. “Give me your hands,” he said. Marissa unhooked Peter’s hands and presented one of his hands and one of hers to the minister. The minister joined their hands. “And now the couple will recite their vows, beginning with Peter,” he said.

“I promise to cherish, honor and obey you, Mistress Marissa, ” Peter said, “to serve and worship you, to provide for your satisfaction and pleasure at all times, and to recognize you as the sole source of any pleasure you may allow me”.

“And Mistress Marissa,” the minister said, “Are you willing to accept Peter as your devoted slave, to serve, worship and obey you?”

“I am,” Marissa said. There were sighs from many attending the ceremony.

The man next to Peter presented a collar and leash to Marissa. She attached it to Peter’s neck. She tugged the leash and raised Peter’s gaze toward her and kissed him. She went behind Peter and whipped him three times with her crop.

“And now those of you attending,” the minister said, “may come forward and whip Peter to celebrate his slave marriage to Marissa.”

We lined up and Marissa handed us her crop we used to whip Peter’s back.

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At the reception Maggs and I had a moment to be alone.

“Would you ever consider marrying me like Marissa and Peter?” I asked her.

“Let me have some time to think about that,” she replied.

“I appreciate that you are at least considering this,” I said.

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“Listen Ken,” she turned toward me as we drove to her apartment, “if you stay with me you will have a lifestyle of bondage and discipline even more than you have now.”

“Yes,” I said, “I understand.”

“I don’t know that you do,” Maggie said, “you realize you will have little or no freedom, no identity, no life of your own.”

“I do,” I said.

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“You will let me dominate you and you will submit to me,” she said.

“Yes”, I said.

“I will not go easy on you.” she continued, “I will be cruel to you at times. I will torture you more severely and you will suffer in many more ways. You will feel much more pain than you do now.  You’ll become my masochistic pet and bring out the sadist in me.”

“Yes,” I said feeling a bit choked. I thought she was already very sadistic. I felt tremendous fear and anticipation. What am I getting into? 

“You will join the bdsm community I am part of as my property and perform as I direct you.” she said.

“Yes,” I whispered. I have already been humiliated with her friends and now she wants to bring me into the bdsm community.

“Do you want time to think about what I said?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “I need time to process this.”

“Good,” she said, “let me know what you think when you’re ready.”

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“Damn” I said, “I forgot my toothbrush”.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Maggs said, “I got a spare one in the cabinet.”

“Thanks, love,” I said. At times I feel like our relationship is so natural, as if we’re a couple. And then other times she’ll throw me out because she has an old friend coming over.

I store my stuff in one of the lockers she has in the hall. If I want anything else, I have to go to my place or buy it somewhere. Luckily she had an extra toothbrush tonight. So sweet!

After I prepared for the night, I knelt beside the bed before her. She placed her hand on my head and patted it. “I would be honored if you would let me stay next to you for the night,” I said.

“You are a good boy,” she said, “I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“I understand,” I said, “I want to be with you above all else and do whatever it takes to be yours.”

“Come into bed and lie next to me,” she said.

I did as she ordered. She placed her arm around me.

“You will be mine one day,” she said.

We drifted off to sleep in our embrace.

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You’re #Leashed – Get Used to It

“I’m going to have a friend over”, Maggie pointed to the floor. “I want to put your collar on”. I knelt down before her. She slipped my collar around my neck.

She clipped a dog leash into one of the loops on the collar. “now go into the kitchen and make some treats.”

Her friend Lena came over and they sat on the couch.  “Bring our drinks and the treats you made “, Maggie ordered.

I brought the tray with the drinks and food to them. Maggie took the leash and forced me to kneel before her feet.

“Are you my slave?” she pulled my face up with the leash.

“Yes,”  I was ashamed to be collared and leashed before a stranger.

“What was that, slave?” she asked. Lena was smiling.

“Yes ma’am” I cleared my throat, “I am your slave”.

“Are you mine?” Maggie asked.

“yes, I’m proud to be yours,” I said a little louder. I felt flush from the humiliation of being collared and leashed before a stranger.

“Slave,” she said, “straighten up and be our serving table”.  The women watched as I lifted the heavy tray up toward them. They started on the snacks and the drinks.

My arms began to tire from holding the tray. I tried to suppress my pain but Maggie saw I was struggling.

“Slave,” she said to me, “take the food away and finish your chores in the kitchen.” I took the tray back to the kitchen and resumed cleaning up.

Eventually Lena left. Maggie ordered me to go to her bedroom and sit on her bed .

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“How do you feel about the leash?” she asked.

“I feel like you own me.”

“And do you want that?”

“Yes, ” I said, “I want to belong to you.”

“Good,” she started scraping my chest with her nails.

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“You passed the test.”

“What test?” I asked.

“I wanted to know if you would accept your collar and leash when we’re with strangers.”

“I hope I did what you you expected,” I replied in an apologetic way.

“You did fine,” she said, “I wanted Lena to see you as my slave.  She invited us to her party. You’ll go with your collar and leash.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Now I want you to know what your leash is for,” she said, “stand up and bend over the bed.” I could see her attaching her strap on.

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“You’re my favorite slave,” she said.

 

 

 

Tables are turned – on me

Lately I’m the one pursuing Maggie but she often rejects me because she’s too busy and tired. She’s seeing more clients at the dungeons and old friends are visiting for the night. I’ve returned to sleeping in my apartment after waiting long evenings for her call. I get so horny thinking about what we’ve done together but now I have to wait. I’ve almost given up at times.

But then she’ll call me late at night when I’m usually tired after a long day at work. Sometimes even guys like me are not ready for #bdsm

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but with a little prodding Maggie gets me in the mood.