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. 2

I walked behind Maggie along the narrow hallway that lead to the back room of the bar. She was wearing a schoolgirl skirt, leather corset, white blouse, black stockings and high goth boots. I gazed at her muscular thighs as she struted forward. I was getting hot.

She unlocked the door and we stepped in. The room had stacks of liquor cases at one end and a small table at the other. We walked to the table. She turned and pulled my head toward her and kissed me.

“Silly boy, I won’t hurt you!” She slapped my face playfully and sat on the edge of the table. “Now kneel and pull out your cock.”

I knelt before her and pulled out my stiff member. She checked her mobile and set it on the table.

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“Lift up my skirt,” she said. I lifted the fabric. She was wearing a skimpy black thong. “Take it off”.

I slipped the thong to the top of her boots.

“Now kiss me,” she said.

I went in.

“Deeper,” she gasped, “I want to feel that tongue” She opened her lips with her fingers and I dove in deeper. My tongue moved in and out of her.

In minutes she was moaning. “I’m coming,” she said. I started to hum and vibrate her with my tongue. She yelped loudly.

The door opened. The bartender stuck his head in. “Oh, excuse me, I heard something and didn’t realize you were still in here” he said, “I’ll come back later”.

“Unnh”, she groaned. Her mobile chirped.

 

She glanced at the mobile. “I just got a message from Pet – he’s coming!”

Shoot..I’m coming! I shot my load into her thong.

 

“I’m sorry,” I said

 

“That’s ok,” she said as she pulled up her thong.

“Don’t you want me to lick that up?” I asked.

“No” she said, “I’m going to gag Pet with it.”

“Pet has a fetish for that?”

“Yeah,” she went on, “I’ll tell him it’s from you.”

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We got dressed.

“Walk with me to my car,” she said.

As we walked past the bar she gave the key to the bartender. “Thanks Jake!” she smiled .

“No problem,” he said.

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When we got to her car she turned and pulled me to her. We kissed.

“I’m going to miss you, Magg!” I said.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said, “I’ll be with Pet all night and tomorrow he’ll take me shopping for toys.”

“OK,” I said and tried to conceal my disappointment.

“But you have a good time tonight,” she said, “Maybe we’ll go to the dungeon tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’d like that.”

“Thatta boy,” She kissed me again. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” she stepped into her car and drove off.

 

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She brought me into it…and I’m happy to be here

At first Maggs wanted to check out my reaction about her second job. She introduced me to the dungeon that she shares with Mistress Ella. It wasn’t too humiliating to submit to her with another Domme present. I eventually met Domme E’s slave, J and Satyr. I never thought of myself as bi until I met these guys. Now, there’s no turning back.
Maggie is a Physical Therapist by day and “Mistress M” by night. Her clients are mostly older guys. I usually pick her up at the dungeon when she’s working late. I’ll take her to her place and treat her to a warm bath, a footrub and anything else she prefers.

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“All this stuff I do with guys makes me horny,” she said as she slipped off her skirt while I was filling the tub with water.

“Come here,” she pointed to a spot before her feet, “show me how you worship me!”
I knelt before her and slipped off her stockings as she leaned on my shoulders. I began kissing my way up from her feet. She leaned back on the chair and spread her legs open.

 

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“Kiss me here,” she whispered. My tongue followed her finger as it circled around her sex. I laved it, circling from the outer labia to her moist inner lips. I’m happy to serve her this way.
We continued for a few minutes while the steam from the warm water in the flickering candlelight fogged the room in a warm red glow.
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“I want you to join me with a client,” she said. I began combing the soap from her hair.
“He wants forced bi”.
“What do I do?” I asked.
“He’ll be tied up and kneeling at your feet. You’ll get him to deep-throat you.”
“Has he ever sucked a guy?”
“He says he hasn’t but he’s had the fantasy for a long time.”
“OK,” I said. I’d had sex with guys before but not in a bdsm way. I’d topped and bottomed with Domme E’s slave J and Satyr. Sex is way more exciting when its mixed into bdsm.
“He’s in his 50’s” she looked at my expression, “are you cool with that?”

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“I haven’t had sex with older guys,” I said.
“I have some pills that will help you out.”
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It isn’t what you want – it’s what she likes

When you’re in a submissive relationship with your partner you do not control the interaction. Often I wish she wouldn’t punish me as hard as she does

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it hurts so much.

And then other times she’ll make me do things I’m not in the mood for

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And still I run to her place anytime she calls. Maggie appreciates me when I do these things for her

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She’ll give me a big hug to show how she likes me.

Best Laid Plans

I made a tasty pasta for our evening together. I  served Maggs her dinner and knelt at her side. She pointed to the floor in front of her. I crawled under the table and pulled into the space before her. She hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She slid her hips forward and closer to me. She took one of the peeled carrots and slowly inserted it in her and pulled it out. It was now covered with the slick juice I had come to know and love. She turned the tip of the carrot toward my lips. “Open”, she said.

I opened my mouth and she slipped the carrot in. I licked it with a sucking sound. She shoved it in further. I sucked more. “Now eat it,” she said. I munched on the carrot with delight. She got another carrot and repeated her feeding.

Maggs phone chattered. “Maggie, how are you?” It was Ella.

“Just relaxing with Kenny,” she said.

“Can you do a double with me tonight?”

“When?” she asked.

“Now”, Ella said, “It’s the Captain. He’s in town just for tonight.”

“I’m kinda getting into things here,” Maggie said.

“You remember that special thing we do when you tie me up?” Ella went on, “He’ll pay us lots if we do it now.”

“What do I wear?” Maggie couldn’t remember the Captain’s preference.

“Just your usual fishnets, corset, gloves and boots”.

“What toys should I bring?”

“We have everything he likes at the dungeon,” Ella said.

“Give me a moment,” Maggie said. She lowered herself toward me. “You heard that, Kenny?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You don’t mind?”

“I’ll wait up for you,” I said.

“I’ll be pretty late.”

“Please text me when you’re coming back,” I said.

“You’re really nice to me,” she pushed herself away from the table and went to dress in her bedroom.  I cleared the plates and started doing the dishes.

“How do I look?” She came out in her fetish gear.

I turned toward her, my hands wet with dish soap. “You look marvelous,” I said, “now go for it”.

“See you later,” she pulled me into her and kissed me roughly.

“See you,” I said.

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I finished cleaning the dishes and sat on the floor. I must have dozed off because I was startled when my mobile chirped with her text.

“LVNG now”

“CU” I typed.

I heard her car pull in to the driveway and I unlocked the door. I knelt and waited for her. She stepped in.

“Welcome home,” I said. She smiled at me.

“You mean you were up all night waiting for me?”

“Well, to be honest, I dozed off a little but here we are,” I said, “lets take those boots off now.”

She sat on the edge of the couch as I pulled her boots off her feet and gave her a foot rub.

“Ah,” she said, “that feels good”.

“Now lets take a shower,” I suggested. We stood and turned her back toward me.  I unlaced her corset and unhooked her bra. She slipped her stockings and underwear off into a pile on the floor and turned and pulled me into her.

“You’re so sweet,” she kissed me. I slipped my underwear off and we walked into the shower. I ran the water and soaped her body gently. I rinsed her and toweled her down. I dried off and turned the covers up while she finished in the bathroom . She walked in.

“Lay on the bed,” she said.

I lay on the open covers. She turned off the light and straddled me. She lowered her hips over my face. I began to kiss her.

“I’ve been looking for this all night,” she said.

“Me too!” I said.

 

 

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“I don’t know what to do with you,” Maggs said. I was sitting quietly at her feet cleaning her boots and leather toys.

“You’re such a good boy,” she placed her hand on my hand and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m looking for a slave-husband someday but I’m not sure about you.”

“What do you mean,  Magg?”  My heart sank a little. I thought we had an understanding. I was her sex-slave and that was all there was to our relationship for now.

“You’re good with your tongue,” she said. “No guy has liked me as much as you.”

“I want you very much,” I said not sure of what else I could say.

“Have you ever thought about our future?” she asked.

“I’d want to stay with you,” I said.

“Is that all?”

“There could be more but you and I agreed to take things day by day.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, “but tell me about what else you’d like?”

“I want to be your man,” I said, “but I understand you have issues about guys so maybe we can work something out?”

“You’re not like those guys,” she said. “I’m not worried that you’re going to take over my life.”

“I’m careful not to do that, ”  I said, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to be closer to me,” she gripped my hair and pulled. My dick began to swell. I understood what she meant.

“What would you like?”

“You know I like to torture guys.”

She has bdsm sessions with guys where she ties them up and beats them until she is aroused. She will  come home and have a huge orgasm when I service her.

“I know we’d agreed that you’d be my sex-slave, ” she said. “I want that, but I also want you to suffer more for me. I want you to take more pain than what you’re used to.”

“I’m all for that,” I said. I caught myself accepting something I dreaded. But this was what Magg wanted from me all along. I want a deeper relationship with her. Maybe if I accept more pain we will get closer. “What would you like?”

“Go into the bedroom and stand at the foot of our bed,” she whispered into my ear as she bit into my neck.

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I attached my ankle cuffs to the foot of the bed posts and secured one of my arms to the d-ring at the top on of one of the posts. Magg came in and secured the other arm to the top of the other post.

“Lets begin with some light flogging.” She whipped my back with a flogger.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Good, ” she stepped back to check her work. She picked one of the leather slappers from the rack. “Now for something a little harder.”

The noise of the slapper was scarier than the actual pain. A little heat radiated from my chest to my head.

She slipped a blindfold over my eyes. She rubbed my chest and circled her hand around one of my nipples and pulled on it.

“Ow,” I felt a pinch on the nipple from what felt like a clamp.

“Too tight?”

“No,” I gasped, “it’s about right.”

She squeezed my other nipple and attached another clamp to it.

Magg attached a ring around my cock and balls. She tied my balls. I felt a tug on my sack as if  it was pulled down by a heavy weight. My dick was straining upward.

She picked up her crop and hit my dick and nipples.

I felt sharp pinches all over my chest and thighs from pegs.

More slaps of the crop on my dick and nipples. My skin felt like it was on fire. I felt a warm surge go up my spine to my head.  The slapping became more intense. I began to pull away from the blows to my body.

“Are you flinching? ”

“Yes, it’s beginning to hurt!” I was breathing in short gasps.

“Lets take it slow, now,” she said. “Take a deep breath.”

I inhaled deep.

“That’s it Ken,” she said, “breathe slowly. Five counts in and five counts out.”

I followed her direction. Five counts in, five out. Her voice had a melody that relaxed me.

“I want you to hold your breath for a count of 2. You can exhale after I hit you.”

I inhaled and held my breath. She waited for a few seconds and hit my chest with the slapper. I exhaled.

“Good boy,” she said, “Lets keep up this rhythm.”

I inhaled. She hit me harder. I exhaled. She repeated the cycle. The pain became more intense. I felt detached from the pain of the strokes on my chest and a rush of heat to my head. I could hear the slapping and feel the heat on my skin like a vigorous massage. I lost count of how many blows I took. I  lost control. I  got high.

She yanked on the pegs and ripped them off. A  rush of blood shot through my veins. I felt ecstasy.

“Do you want more?” she said.

“Yes, please” I begged.She unhooked me from the posts and turned my body around. I placed my arms and legs in position and she hooked my wrist and ankle cuffs to the bedposts. I felt a slow buildup of strokes against my back and butt. My mind slipped back into the  warm euphoric sensation. I was hooked on pain.

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“Here,” she said, “take a sip of this.” I felt something push against my lips. A stream of cold water flowed into my mouth. I felt the liquid go down my throat and into my stomach. I began to reenter my body. My skin felt tingly. I was tied to Magg’s bedposts for a long time. I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t move.

“Hold still,” she said. I felt a refreshing coolness on my back. Her touch reminded me of a time when I received treatment for sunburn. Her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it up and down . I came into her hand. She spread the sticky goo on my lips and forced her fingers into my mouth.

“Swallow it, ” she said.  I sucked my cum from her  fingers.

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I knelt before her as she sat on the edge of the bed. I felt sharp jolts of pain as her finger traced over the welts on my back..

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight,” she said, “I think I’m going to keep you.” She opened her legs .

I began kissing her thighs as she slowly pulled me into her. “I want to be yours,” I said.  I was happy for our evening together.  I licked her lips,  sucked her nub and worshiped her.

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I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt the pain of the welts all over my body. I turned toward Magg and gazed at her outline in the dim light of the night. She was breathing deeply in her sleep.

I had suffered for Maggie. It was the most intense pain I had ever felt. I wanted her more than ever.