Putting him to bed

I put you to bed at 5am, some four hours ago, and I am thinking about you now, trying to work, instead, thinking about you, naked and tied, thinking about you saying ‘thank you Ma’am’ to me, thinking about you, and it’s incredibly hot. I have the entire reel in my head and I play it with different themes (hard, hissy, snarly ‘get on that bed now, boy’ with slapping and spitting; or it being all about sex, scratchy, grabby, rubbing, wet; or it being sweet, soft, gentle, coaxing, kissing), all a little different, all hugely sexy in their own way and I am not sure which I like best. Though you were doe-eyed and sleepy, and your ‘is that okay?’ made me melt, so it was more sweet than anything, this putting you to bed.

‘Take off your boxers, baby, and lie down there for me’, stroking you, touching that bruise you have, the purple one, leaning down to kiss it, unable to resist sinking my teeth in to hear you gasp, and whispering ‘sorry baby’ and laughing softly.

Sitting on the centre of the bed, the sole reason for which is to lie over your chest and stretch along you as I wrap the tie around your wrist, you watch me, leaning on you as I knot it, checking that it’s tight, jerking your wrist against it, then lifting your arm to check how much room you have to move. Leaning then over your lower body, feeling you hard against me. Lying across you to reach your ankle, wrapping the tie around it, and securing it to the bed, pulling it to make sure it’s not going to come undone.

Coming back up to look at your face, you give me a half smile, you look sweet, grateful, vulnerable, expectant. Lying full length on top of you, feeling the warmth of your skin through my clothes, holding both of your hands above your head, fingers entwined, my legs on top of your legs, and yes, I can feel your cock and I shift against it, reaching up for your mouth. Just touching my lips to yours, soft, barely there, a tiny taste of you with my tongue, nudging against your mouth, which makes you crane your neck towards me to try and deepen the kiss, and I press up against your mouth and kiss you hard, my tongue finding yours and forcing your mouth open a little more so I can get further inside you.

And I kiss you for a long time, hearing soft inarticulate sounds of pleasure, yours or mine, I can’t tell, and I can feel you shifting under me, your hips tensing, wanting to push up against me, but you know that’s likely to stop the kissing, so you hold back. And it’s your bedtime and you are tired, can barely keep your eyes open, though I know you wouldn’t argue if I was to stay there, kissing you. And I finally whisper goodnight and I stroke your face and check the bindings before I leave, locking the door behind me.

I wonder if you drifted off, but given you don’t sleep well at the best of times, I doubt it. I imagine you are hard, uncomfortable, exhausted, unable to sleep and you are starting to think this is going to be difficult, and I know you want to do this for me, and you are squirming, shuffling, feeling the ties, and kind of liking that, but wondering if you are going to get any sleep at all, maybe wondering why you said yes to this, asked for it even.

And that, all that, is incredibly hot for me, imagining you there, tethered to your bed, naked, doing this for me. Delicious.

Loves: 8
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Wash me

He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, she put a blindfold on him, smoothing the silk over his eyes. Unable to resist his mouth, she kissed him again, nudging at his lips, soft kisses, opening his mouth with hers, gently licking at his tongue, holding him at the back of his neck to bring him to her, his mouth searching for her as she pulled away.

‘Undress me’ she instructed him.

He felt blindly for her fitted t-shirt, and pulled it up over her head. His fingers gently touched her skin, tracing her bra to the clasp at the back. He struggled to undo it. She remained silent, still, a smile on her face as she felt him start to get frustrated with it. It finally came undone and he sighed with relief and pulled it off, her breasts free, nipples hardening in the cool air. He moved on to her jeans, belt and zipper already undone. He pulled them down over her hips and couldn’t reach down further from his position on the bed. She sat on the bed beside him, holding her legs up in front of him, touching his chest with them, he felt for them and pulled her jeans off. She pushed him backwards gently with pressure on his chest and he sat back on his heels. She lowered her legs into his lap.

He touched her knee high boots, running his fingers from the toe, feeling for the zipper on the inside leg. He pulled the zipper down, grabbed the bottom of the boot and tried to pull it off. ‘By the heel’, she whispered, and he nodded, pulling at the stiletto heel, the boot slipping off. He repeated the process with the other boot. His hands then gently felt their way back up her legs, finding the soft fabric of her panties. He slid his fingers into the sides of her panties and she lifted her arse off the bed to allow him to pull them down.

She got up off the bed and stood naked before his blindfolded eyes. She pressed her body up against him, holding his hands behind his back, feeling the warmth of skin on skin, the wetness on his boxers against her hip. He pushed forward against her to get more contact, she took his mouth again, she couldn’t get enough of it, he was delicious.

She pulled him off the bed. ‘Take off your boxers’. He complied quickly, and her eyes travelled his naked body, lean, hard, expectant, his shallow breaths making his body vibrate. His nervous expression made her hunger, made her want to kiss him again, but she refrained. Instead, she took both of his hands in hers and led him into the bathroom. She put him into position in front of the open shower door and made him kneel.

‘Wash me’, she said and put a pump pack of liquid soap into his hand as she stepped into the shower, turning it on.

He made his hands soapy, and leaned into the shower to wash her. She watched him concentrating, his cock hard as he reached blindly for her. He found her thigh, but moved down quickly to start at her feet, she lifted them for him and he washed first one, then the other with care. His hands slid soapy up her legs, gently, yet insistently moving up one leg, then down the other, and again, slipping over her wet body, glancing over her pussy, pausing to soap up, his hands ran over her stomach, his fingers spread, reaching up to her breasts, his touch made her nipples harden, and he caught them between his fingers before moving up to her shoulders, then down first one arm then the other. His hands were gliding again and again up and down her body until she turned to let him reach her back and he pressed his fingers harder against her shoulders, the small of her back and gentle again over her arse, and back down her legs.

When he was done, he pulled back, kneeling up at the entrance to the shower, ‘Ok Ma’am?’, he asked. She ignored him and rinsed, turning the shower off when she finished.

‘Sit back on your heels’. He immediately did as he was told, his unseeing eyes tilted up towards her. She stepped out of the shower and stood over him, dripping water onto his skin. She looked down at his blindfolded face, gripped his hair and took a half step forward, pushing his head backwards, she stepped over him, shoving her pussy against his mouth. He immediately opened his mouth and started licking at her. Watching him made her crazy, his head bent back, half of his face obscured by her pussy, the other half covered by the blindfold, he looked unrecognisable, anonymous, his mouth and tongue desperately working to please her. She rocked against him, rubbing against his mouth as he lapped at her, her breath quickening.

She leaned back from him, ‘Stick out your tongue’, she said softly. He complied quickly, and she held his head still by his hair and slid her pussy up and down on his tongue. She moved his head backwards and forwards in rhythm with her movements, his tongue sliding against her over and again. She knew he was dying to lick at her, but he obediently kept his tongue out and still as she rubbed herself against it. With a soft moan, she pulled away from him. His face was wet, from the water or from her pussy it was impossible to tell. He kept his mouth open, his tongue out, waiting for her to come back to him, straining towards her.

She passed him a towel and felt his disappointment as he he dried her carefully.

‘Moisturiser’, she said, and she caught his smile as he eagerly held out his hand for the lotion. She handed it to him, and he started, again, at her feet.

Loves: 6
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Biting him

She beckoned him onto the bed and he quickly placed her clothes over the chair and scrambled up.

“On your stomach, spread-eagle”, she commanded.

He stretched out on the bed face down and waited. She moved around the bed, gently putting the heavy leather cuffs on him and attaching them to the bedposts, hardly touching him, silent, the only sounds his breathing and the gentle clink of the buckles and clips as she attached them. Then she stepped back from him. He lifted his head to look around at her and she shook her head at him without a word. He obediently closed his eyes and lowered his head to the bed and he waited. She watched him, he was almost imperceptibly trembling now and small beads of perspiration formed on his back and neck. She knew the silence was scaring him a little and that his mind was racing, trying to anticipate what was coming, worried that she was just going to make him lie there.

She let him wait, eyeing off her toys, trying to decide what she was in the mood for. She moved around the room silently, restless.

Finally she took off her g-string, bunched it up into a ball and approached the bed, still scanning the room for inspiration. She almost absentmindedly brought her panties to his lips, his mouth opening automatically so that she could shove them in, pushing them with her fingers until she knew they were sitting in the back of his mouth. She traced his lips with her fingers, feeling their softness while she dismissed each of her whips and paddles as not fitting her mood.

Finally she got onto the bed and lay down full length against his back and he sighed as the weight of her anchored him. She wriggled against him, making contact with his skin from her feet to her pussy, to her breasts, to her cheek against the back of his head. She lay there still, feeling his heartbeat against her chest, breathing into his ear.

She lifted herself up and licked his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, kissing the soft skin, he shifted to give her better access to the sensitive skin there. She increased the pressure of her lips, the intensity of her kisses. He shuddered as she sucked and nipped at his neck and she felt him start to writhe under her. She felt the pull in her stomach as she started to draw his skin into her mouth and clamp down on it, hunger rising.

She pulled, back, straddled his arse, pushing her wet pussy against him as she bared her teeth. And then she began to bite him.

What started as nips and nibbles at his neck grew quickly, turning into vicious animal bites all over his exposed flesh. She pulled large chunks of skin on his shoulder, his back, into her mouth and closed her teeth on it as if she would tear it from his bones. She felt him trying to pull away from her, but there was nowhere to go, and his wriggling and his soft grunts spurred her on.

Her mouth moved all over his back, every part of him, leaving large red marks that would surely bruise. She travelled down to his arse, biting his cheeks, she felt like she was grinding his skin between her jaws. She felt his hips rocking against the bed as her mouth moved over his arse. She heard herself making a low growling sound as her mouth found unmarked flesh. She wanted to swallow chunks of his flesh, to own it, to eat it. He had started to whimper softly as she moved across his body, and the whimpering was soon accentuated by grunts of pain as she relentlessly continued. She wanted to mark him all over, and she continued for a long time until barely a spot on his back or arse was untouched.

She knelt back on the bed beside him when she was sated and studied her handiwork, his back and arse a series of red, angry looking teeth marks. She touched them, feeling the indentations, stroking the redness, gently feeling the heat of the angry skin, and he moaned softly as her fingertips travelled over the damaged skin.

Her hand skipped down to his bitten arse, and her fingers trailed down to his balls. She stroked him gently. “Lift up for me boy”, she said, and he obediently lifted his arse up to her as much as his bonds would allow. She touched his cock; it was rock hard. She ran her fingers along the hardness to the tip and felt him move his hips to try and increase the contact with her hand.

She smiled, ‘Let’s turn you over, I’m not done yet’.

Loves: 2
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Sugasm #151

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #152? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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Yours, Sir
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He stands in position, his hands clasped behind his head, his feet shoulder width apart. He stretches his body, pulls his navel towards his spine, holds his muscles taut, his abs, his biceps, his thighs all slightly flexed, he knows she likes that. And he waits. He concentrates on keeping still, quelling his urge to shift, to fidget, he knows better. He listens for any sound, any hint that she is approaching. Time passes slowly.

And he waits.

His mind wanders, he is thinking about her, forming her image in his mind, hearing her voice, feeling her touch, his cock starts to harden. He wills it down, feeling his face warm, flush with embarrassment, his mind registers the blush, he knows she likes that, and the knowing makes his cock jerk and harden further. His stomach starts to flutter, butterflies, part fear, part anticipation. He closes his mouth to prevent a low moan from escaping his lips.

And he waits.

Loves: 4
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Dressing up

The couch, the television, the vanilla boy, I’m bored.

“I want to dress you up.” He looks over at me, then looks back at the television.

“Come on, it will be fun, we can put a dress on you…no, my skirt, the black mini. You will look sweet. And that cute top with the flowers…”

“Ssshhh…I’m trying to watch this.”

“… and stockings, my thigh highs… not sure my shoes will fit you though… maybe. And make up…’, I touch his lips, ‘… lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara for those beautiful lashes… you will be gorgeous…”

“Errmm… how about… no.”

I sidle up closer to him and touch his thigh, leaning into his ear, “…no? But really, it will be great fun, we can be girlfriends, it’ll be sweet… you will look beautiful…”

“Look, I really don’t want to, ok?”

“I will help you get undressed first…” I whisper in his ear as if I haven’t heard, and I touch him, undoing buttons and zippers as I talk about each article of clothing, “…your shirt first… then your jeans…”, he shifts a little at my fingertips on his fly, “… your boxers…”, and he eases his arse up off the couch towards me a little as I touch him, “… then when you are naked, I will dress you again… it will be fun, I promise…”

“No! Look, I’m trying to watch this…”

“… I’m thinking really red lipstick, that would be great, and that plum coloured eye shadow… your eyelashes are going to look amazing with mascara on…”

“Oh for fucks sake!”, he jumps to his feet and storms off towards the bedroom.

I watch him leave and sigh.

The couch, the television, I’m bored. The program finishes, another one starts. Bored.

I hear him come back into the lounge room and turn towards the sound with a scowl. I look at him and he blushes and does a kind of shuffle.

He is wearing my highest heels, awkwardly, they are too small, and his legs are encased in black stockings, his blonde hairs sticking out here and there. My black mini sits well on him, he is lean in the hips, I am stunned that it fits so well. He has on a pink shirt, stretched tight tight across his chest, unable to do up all the buttons, I see a black bra underneath. His lips are red, red red, and slightly smeared, his cheeks pink (with eyeshadow, I think), his eyelids have some colour I can’t quite make out, and his lashes, even from here, are luscious and thick with mascara.

I smile at him and he looks so shy and embarrassed I could throw him to the floor and fuck him right there. I go to him and put my arm around his waist and kiss him chastely on the cheek. My voice drops a tone and I feel a little silly as I put on a bit of a gruffness.

“C’mon in sweetie, I’m glad you could come over.”

He picks up my tone immediately, “Errrmmm, thanks for inviting me over,” he replies primly and allows himself to be led to the couch.

“You look beautiful,” I tell him as he sits down awkwardly, the skirt riding up his thighs.

I openly ogle his legs and he self consciously pulls the skirt down a little and looks at me accusingly. I stroke his stocking encased thigh and lean into him, my mouth at his ear.

“Your legs look very sexy,” I tell him, my hand sliding up under the skirt feeling stocking turn into skin.

He pushes my hand away, again gives me another accusing look and turns his face to the television.

I press in closer to him and try another tack, my fingers touching the buttons of his blouse, stroking his chest, playing at the top of his bra.

“I love this shirt,” I tell him, “but really, showing your bra like that is a little slutty.”

My fingers slide into his shirt and under the cup of the bra to find his nipple. He slaps my hand away.

“Stop that!… Please!”

I am starting to get turned on with this game he is playing with me because I can see how it will go and I already feel the aggression rising.

I turn his face to me by his chin, ‘What did you come here for if not for this?” I ask and shove my hand up his skirt.

He forcibly pushes my hand away, and tries to slide away from me.

“I came to watch TV with you, that’s all!” he shrieks.

“I don’t think so,” I reply, and lean into him and I kiss him.

His mouth answers me even as he tries to back away, and I grab his hair and hold his head still as I take his mouth. When I pull away, his lipstick is smeared all over his mouth. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You come here dressed like a slut, what did you expect?” I hiss at him.

“You said I looked beautiful,” he says plaintively, convincingly.

“No, you look like a slut, look at you in that tiny skirt and your buttons half undone and too much makeup!” I snarl, “You want this!”

His eyes widen, “No!” he manages before my hands are all over him.

I’m undoing his shirt buttons and grabbing at his bra, lifting it up to get to his nipples, pinching them, and I straddle his lap in that tiny skirt and I can feel his hard on through it which is both obscene and sexy and I pull at his nipples and bite his neck and he is still protesting and ineffectually trying to stop me.

“Stop, please stop, I don’t want this!”

“Yes you do, you slutty bitch, I know you do!”

I slide back in his lap a bit so I can get my hand up his skirt and feel where the stockings stop and his skin begin, I feel lace and his cock sticking out of my panties and knowing he put my panties on is somehow incredibly hot and I try to shove the skirt up to his waist so I can get at him and he lifts his arse off the couch to let me.

I pause and look down at him under me and he is incredibly hot. His mouth smeared with lipstick, his eyes framed dark with mascara, his shirt half off, his bra pulled up to reveal his nipples, his skirt bunched around his waist, his lace panties pushed aside, his cock straining for attention.

I grab both his wrists and hold them behind his head, leaning into him, rubbing against his cock.

“Didn’t I tell you this would be fun?” I ask him.

He looks up at me and nods.

“Tell me you’re a slut,” I whisper in his ear, “Tell me you want this and I will give it to you.”

And he does, and I do.

Love: 1
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Pimping him out

See this boy here… 6’, dark hair, expressive mouth, pretty eyes, clean shaven… he’s articulate, intelligent, slightly bruised but still usable…

(lift your shirt, boy)

… yes, yes, you can see that bit of damage there, but it doesn’t impact his performance… he’s available to you… you want him?

(turn around, boy)

… well for anything really, doesn’t matter… no, it’s not up to him… yes, well a gag and some restraints will take care of that, so don’t worry…

(open your mouth a little)

… yes, see that, oh yes very soft, pliable, yes see how I can just slide my fingers in, you see how his eyes close, very sensitive to that…

(suck them, boy)

… if he’s been good, he does like a bit of a beating, also being forced, he quite enjoys that… yes, that’s ok, you can touch him, tell me how you want him…

(bend over that table, boy)

*nod* yes, yes it is lovely isn’t it, run your hand over it, like this… did you feel him quiver, delicious isn’t it?… yes, quite reactive, works if you are gentle or rough… you want me to show you, of course, I’d be happy to…

(come here, boy, so I can…)

*laugh* did you like that? Oh yes, he makes some beautiful sounds when you do that, and, well, you can see how he responds, yes he’s quite lovely in that state isn’t he… oh, anything really… groups… well again, once he’s restrained it’s all a bit out of his control isn’t it *laugh*

… no kissing though, I reserve that, no not under any circumstances… yes, I would appreciate a report after the fact, I like to know that he is performing well… I will inspect him for damage after you are done, bruises are acceptable, but anything more will be extra… you want?

Loves: 6
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