Special Guest Blogger – outsider_64

Dear bloggery,

This lovely friend of mine, outsider_64, has read the blogs of Mistress & myself for a while.  She’s been interested in BDSM for quite some time, but hasn’t had the chance to play recently.  This interest has lead her to being both a Mistress and a sub.  i was very fortunate to have met her.  Amongst the many things that she did for me was to help me find other submissive blogs & stories on the internet.  She sent me to those that taught me the important issues of submission; mainly that subbies need love too.

So, without any further ado, here’s outsider_64′s first story. 

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It is a cold, stormy night. i will be glad to get out of this rain. Thoughts of being safe and warm at my Master’s house cause me to push the speed limit on the highway. Soon the bright lights of the city are left well behind.

As soon as my car turns into His drive my Master opens His front door. He hurries toward me with an umbrella open, and greets me with a smile and quick hug. He takes my bag from me and, with a hand in the small of my back, guides me through the rain toward the open door and the warmth that beckons.

Once inside, He leaves me to prepare myself for him. i get a great sense of pleasure from walking into the small room which is cleverly hidden under the stairs. It is in here that i have the opportunity to shed my everyday worries, and transform myself into the creature of submission which pleases Him so well.

This is my time to stop, to breathe and to contemplate WHY i am here. It is my space to shed all of the pleasant, social masks that Life demands of me. He will never interrupt or rush me in my preparation. If i take ten minutes, or an hour to emerge from this small room He will wait patiently. His only rule is that once i do emerge, that i am ready to serve Him with my body and to bend my will to meet his.

I shower and change quickly. i am curious what He has in mind for me tonight. He has promised me something challenging this weekend. i check my makeup and run a brush quickly through my hair. i am ready.

I knock on Master’s study door and enter quickly on his command. He strides towards me, his eyes deep, dark and passionate. A ready smile curves his lips. He enfolds me into his embrace and in an instant any lingering worries or doubts disappear. This delicious, clever, sexy man desires every part of me. As He softly and slowly devours my mouth i wonder how i could have survived for so many years without his incredible skill and dominance.

His hand slides up my side from my hip, to grasp one nipple and pull on it. He has always known just how much pressure it will take to make me hiss in air, involuntarily. It’s not pain, well, not quite painful, but the most exquisite pleasure that courses through my body as his lips and fingers move over me, caressing, grasping and teasing until my body tingles from his touch.

He could simply bend me over and take me now. He has done it before. i remember the first time, how i gasped because i could not comprehend how i could be so wet, so very wet just from his simple, skilful caresses. But He knew. He has always known my body better than i know it myself.

He lifts his lips from mine and moves slightly away from me. Although the room is warm, i feel the chill of air against me instantly, and my eyes spring open. He is smiling at me and holding my wrists gently with his hands. He steps behind me and i hear Him pick up something from the chair nearby. The smell of well-loved leather surrounds me in an instant. He deftly buckles my cuffs to my wrists. They are such a symbol of our relationship – such soft leather, yet incredibly strong and able to endure my most desperate struggles. Then there is a clink of chain, and cold brushes against the front of my thigh, causing the muscles to twitch in response.

Taking my hand, He walks towards his desk, which is in shadow at the far end of this room. It is then that i see her for the first time. She must have been kneeling next to his chair. Her long straight blonde hair is barely visible above the desk.

It is a shock to see someone else sitting next to my Master’s chair. i have spent many happy hours at my Master’s feet, listening to Him while He works. Often He would reach down and pat my head or tweak my nipple during a telephone call, just to remind me that even if i am not the source of his attention, i am still very much under his control. i cannot say that i am happy to find another woman occupying the small square of carpet which i considered to be my domain.

He drops my hand and rounds the desk to stand behind her. In one swift movement, He lifts her under the armpits and stands her on her feet. Her head is still bowed, but now i can see that she is only slightly shorter than i am, with small breasts, freckled skin and pale pink nipples. Like me, she wears only stockings and has a rope binding her hands together.

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With his hand firmly on her upper arm, He brings her to me. Her toes bump mine and i hear her involuntary breath offer almost an apology. i see Master grab a handful of her hair a moment before i feel his stinging grasp in my own. My eyes close in response to the sharp pain.

He utters a single word “Kiss”.

He wants me to kiss her? I’ve never kissed a woman in my life. In fact I’ve never been this close to another naked woman in my entire life. i take a breath in, ready to spit out an angry retort. It is then that i smell her. Not soft, fresh and feminine. Not of soap, perfume and deodorant. She smells of lust and of sweat.

It is like a punch to the gut. He has taken her, already this evening? Before i arrived at his home? He has shared himself with her, instead of with me?

His grip of my hair allows Him to move my head precisely where He wants it. Even the slightest resistance would cause me an instant halo of pain. i already know this. So, it is no surprise that i find a soft pair of lips pressed against my own. We are obedient dolls in the hands of a Master puppeteer.

The grip in my hair relaxes, and his hand drifts down my spine to my ass, then up again to my neck, trailing his fingernails against my skin, making every nerve ending come alive against his touch. Goosebumps prickle the skin on my arms and legs. Every hair on my body stands up in response. i hear her sharply inhale. A moment later i know why – My left nipple feels like it is on fire. i open my eyes to see that He has chained us, nipple to nipple with a pair of clover clamps. To my immense delight, she doesn’t look like she is enjoying it any more than i am.

He grips my wrist and with a gentle tug, He walks toward the dungeon door. We trail behind him, linked by the nipple chain. The riot of emotion within me is not sorted within that short walk. i am hot, horny, adored and HIS. But i am also jealous, sad and wanting desperately to be angry.

He leads us to a leather-covered square. There are points and places for attachment all around the edges. Here my Master can free-form play at will. He removes her nipple clamp and with some satisfaction i watch her grimace against the pain it brings. He takes her and secures one ankle to a corner with a leather cuff and chain. The other cuff He puts on her wrist, and secures it to the opposite end of the square, effectively ensuring that her movement is limited to some twitches of her hips and shoulders.

He lifts his eyes and beckons me wordlessly. i kneel in the middle of the square, precisely where He indicates with a small gesture.

He lays my head down, almost touching her cunt. i can feel her breath on mine. Around our waists He wraps a thick leather belt and tightens it until there is no movement possible away from each other. He does not bother to cuff or restrain me. i know the penalties for disobedience. If this is his will, then i must bend mine to meet it.

He walks around us, sometimes stroking my body, sometimes hers. With gentle fingers He parts my lips and commands her to pleasure me. i feel her hesitation, and a moment later i hear Him deliver a hard slap to her bottom. With obvious reluctance, she begins to stroke my clit with her tongue, my Master encouraging her first with words, and then i see his fingers dive into her deeply, just in front of my lips.

He plunges his fingers in and out of her, and it isn’t long before i hear her wetness against him, making his path slick and hot with her juices. She moans against me, making my clit vibrate. Damn, that feels good.

He takes his fingers out of her and puts them into my mouth, telling her that He is making me taste her on his fingers. She moans again and licks me with a bit more enthusiasm.

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He moves away for a moment, and returns to her head. i feel her breath on my wet cunt as she lifts her head. Then i hear her gulp…or is it gag for a moment?

In my mind, i see my Master feeding her his thick, meaty cock. There are few things i love more than being on the end of his cock. The thought of being deprived of it makes me so angry, so hungry. Now Master has come back to my head, and pulls my chin up. In his hand is an enormous butt plug. It is much bigger than i have ever seen before, and my eyes seek his.

He smiles gently at me, telling me that He is going to stretch her ass with it, and it is my duty to ensure she is pleasured for “however long that takes”. He lowers the plug to my lips, and tells me to experience how wide He is going to stretch her ass tonight. i hear her low whimper, but know that there is no escape for either of us tonight.

i open my mouth and take as much of the plug in as i can. Feeling it push down on my tongue and stretch the corners of my mouth makes me wet. If He wanted to, my Master would stretch me with this enormous toy too…. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.

He withdraws the plug and parts her lips with two fingers, making her clit instantly accessible. i close my eyes and try to visualise the way that i have been given pleasure over the years in my Master’s service.

“Open your eyes” He commands “I want you to watch it disappear”

She is whispering, begging my Master not to do this, but her fate was sealed long before she walked thru that door. My Master tells her to be quiet, as He slowly and carefully lubes up the plug. i watch the intense concentration on his face as He begins to take her. His eyes, which can sparkle with mischief, are all business now. i can smell his arousal and the only thing that i can do to please Him is to pleasure this creature, while He delights in plundering her asshole.

Her breath is coming in harsh gasps now as Master slowly and insistently slides centimetre after centimetre of the toy into her. He is in no rush. He never is. His delight is maximising each moment, making time stand still while suspending you in infinite moments of pleasure and pain. This has become her world now. One breath at a time, one moment at a time until…. well, until the entire world fades away and your body becomes nothing more than a network of nerve endings – all screaming in Opera-type unison.

I let out an involuntary sigh and instantly his eyes bore into mine. i look down, not willing to share my emotion with him. But He is not a man to be thwarted. He lifts my chin and, with his gaze never leaving mine, He gently slides his cock into my mouth, allowing me to taste his pre-cum and to absolutely concentrate on him.

My eyes close in involuntary pleasure, feeling Him sliding in and out of my mouth, taking every ounce of pleasure from me that He can. i can feel his fingers, rubbing her clit as He slides his cock rhythmically in and out of my mouth now, fucking me deep into my throat.

I hear her cry out, and open my eyes. There is little left of the plug to be seen, only the round, flat hilt of it is now sticking out of her bottom. He has stretched her to his pleasure.

Swiftly, He gets up and leaves my mouth. i hear Him moving around the square to her head, and then hear her sucking on my Master’s cock. He is fucking her mouth with a quick rhythm now, and i can hear her struggling to keep up with the demands of his meaty hardness.

With a grunt, i hear Him cum, spilling his essence into her mouth. i am instantly desolate. This is My Master. i am the one who deserves to taste him. i am his slut, his slave. Who is she to take this privilege from me? i am lost, confused.

He unbuckles the strap that binds me to her and i sit up, lost in my own misery. i watch as He releases the chains that held her by one ankle and one wrist. With his hand in her hair, sits her up on her knees.

Perhaps it was Master’s grip on her hair that made her sigh so heavily. i will never be sure. But she exhaled in a rush and i breathed in a lungful of what was unmistakably the smell of my Master’s essence. Even the most potent aphrodisiac could not come close to how i respond to his scent. i was invading her mouth with my searching tongue before i could stop to think. All i knew that i just had to taste him. If that meant invading her mouth, then so be it. My tongue darted around inside her mouth, sweeping the remnants of his taste from her.

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I heard a groan, but I’m not sure if it is hers or mine. Leaning even closer to her, i sweep my hands up her ribcage to the underside of her breasts, my tongue making long, slow sweeps of her mouth, her lips. When my fingers reach her nipples, i find a large, capable hand there, pinching and rolling her sensitive peak and making her groan into my mouth. Somewhere inside of me smiles. i know exactly what she is experiencing. He had made me climax just from playing with my nipples before. His skill and concentration are such powerful accessories in our play together.

He takes her to the centre of the room and unbinds her hands, only to shackle her to the crossbar. He turns to me, gently takes my hand and leads me to his large, leather chair in the corner. He motions, wordlessly for me to sit. i do so, in a rather dazed fashion. This is his chair. Often He has sat here, watching me moan or cry as He patiently waited for my defences to be put aside, for me to learn to bend my will to his. i look at him, a hundred questions on my tongue. He gazes back at me, deeply, wordlessly, passionately. i could spend days looking into his eyes. They hold all the answers that i seek.

He moves away from me to the play cupboard and removes a flogger. It was not the lovely, thick ones that swoosh and thud with pleasure. This one has thin leather strips, i know it can inflict discomfort with a single stroke.

He stands behind her, flogger in hand. He turns and looks me in the eye. “Give me a number” He commands. My heart stops. A number? A number of strokes to inflict on her? My mouth sags open. Here is my opportunity. i can say any number i want. i can inflict on her as much pain as i want. i can make her scream, to cry, to carry bruises for days. i can punish her for sitting next to my Master’s chair, for being the vessel that received his essence instead of me. i can make her PAY.

In an instant, i know that i cannot. My jealousy is not her fault, not her price to pay. If anyone deserves punishment, it is me. With a deep sigh, i feel the weight of my jealousy, of my self-doubt disappear like a puff of smoke.

“I’m waiting” He says.

I lift my head and give Him a loving smile.

“Zero” i reply

“Zero. Are you certain?” He questions.

I blink once, and nod.

He throws the flogger into the far corner and strides over to me. i brace myself for his anger at thwarting him. He grabs my wrist and pulls me roughly to my feet. His body is hard against me, He looks down at me. His face is a riot of emotion, his eyes deep, dark pits. He lowers his head and kisses me, deeply and passionately, sending my body into its own riot of emotion.

He lifts his head and bites my neck, whispering “My beautiful slave”.

Ah, more precious than diamonds, my Master’s ultimate compliment.

To me.