A year from now.... It's sunny and too hot for walking further "The nearest pub" you sigh when I ask you where you want to go now And it's cool inside and you sink onto the hard seat, not caring Asking for a drink of "anything" I watch you from the bar Taking out your mobile phone and checking it Smiling at a message you're reading Your hair, still fair, caught by sunlight that got through the dark in here You look tired but you look good I like to see you happy, it should happen more often I looked only at our glasses as I carried them steadily over But even then I felt someone was looking Sitting opposite you our feet brush under the table Semi-tenderness - we still don't know quite where we are together Too exhausted to flirt around my hopes and dreams But you give me yourself in your gratitude as You take the cool drink gratefully in your hot hand When we've drunk some you start to tell me you'd like some adventure And I think how I'd like to give you fur rugs to roll on, log fires and caviar Disco inferno, mystery tour, throw the world at your feet somehow But I've only got my time, buying you a drink maybe taking you home to talk I feel a pauper Yet we're rich with caring You take my hand and caress it, not embarrassed, what the hell, we probably won't come here again You want me to tell you things You want me to tell you secrets - pull gifts from my head I'll do my best We started this a while ago I'm wooing you with scenarios that have yet to be acted out So I tell you you're tied with black leather bonds and silver buckles that I don't actually own I tell you you're spread on a polished wooden table under a chandelier And I'm sitting at the table with my arms folded And you're waiting for what I will do to you Waiting for the first touch, quiet in submissive anticipation Taking little measured breaths and keeping calm as best you can Across the table, in the pub, you are closing your eyes to imagine it And biting your lower lip the way you do A sneaky smile as I tell you of my hand brushing down your body gently Flicking over your nipples, flicking over your pussy in seemingly incidental strokes Of how your body arches up to receive more attention Of how I would tell you that we are going to bargain More sexual touching will come when you take pain for me A soft leather flogger giving its first sharp caresses One across the top of each of your thighs You're gripping my hand and you want me to go on But I'm distracted, disturbed and I say " in a little while" Which bless you, you just say "ok" to and keep with the dream yourself Though I take back my hand and you don't see I'm frowning "We're being watched" A man sat at the bar has turned just a few degrees to his left to look His gaze flicks back to rolling his cigarette when he sees I've noticed But he can't keep from darting us glances Especially not when you tactfully turn to get something from your coat pocket And 'happen' to catch his eye as well He's rough, jeans and t-shirt, the jeans have paint stains on Mop of dark brown hair bet he doesn't spend too long in front of the mirror But if I were him I wouldn't be away from it Taking in the crystal hazel eyes, the soft pale skin with barely perceptible freckles Slightly upturned nose, full lips He's got muscles "probably not from the gym, probably from hauling furniture out of lorries" You giggle as I'm telling him to you I fancy that he reads Voltaire and Hakim Bey in secret But to tell the truth, you counter, having another glance "he probably wouldn't understand it" You're getting up you want to come and sit next to me It's so obvious and staged, you want to be able to look And have him look at both of us We feel like teenagers, it must be obvious to him we're holding hands beneath the table That's what we want him to see I'm going with your flash of daring Adventures? If they serve them here then we'll share one, thank you His move, he's brave to a point, he turns to face us I try to keep a straight face, I don't want him to think he's being mocked Though a playground scene where we laugh at him as we tease him - well now The glances have turned to a steady gaze You ask me do I want to carry on the story It can wait till another time if necessary - shall we see if we can keep rough boy's attention? You keep looking at him while you put your arms around me Your head is held high, I get your proud profile A smile like you've already conquered You rest yourself on my neck and quietly just out of earshot "He's beautiful, and so are you" you say For a few moments there's the quiet perfection of anticipation Our whole world in the disharmonious chorus of confusion of the kind we sluts love Until he gets up "We're losing him," I say You shrug, I have to act He's gathering his things to leave "Would you like to come and sit with us?" Who said that? Oh fuck, it was me wasn't it Your grip tightening around me and your gasp of disbelief makes it worth it Even if he doesn't But no, he is stopping at our table A forced smile, "Alright, ..hello" He wants to know can he buy us both a drink I clutch you with a small amount of excited terror Till he returns and sits down clumsily opposite us We sit up, the situation suddenly sobered There are introductions He's called Darren, and we'll remember him as Gary or Dave or Darren or something Rough boy hasn't actually got a great deal to say But he's not crude, he hasn't been pushing any innuendo or 'lesbian' jokes He probably reads a bit of Shakespeare on the sneak That'll do me You are taking control You introduce me as your girlfriend - my title for the day Our other poly connections you fail to mention You ask him if he has a girlfriend too And with your eyes unbuttoning his jeans and sliding your hand down Your voice is sympathising when he tells you they broke up Holding my hand in full view on the table now He's curious and with his own bit of daring he asks - "Do you like men as well?" He could be anybody, why should I trust him? Why should I say what I want to say? Don't tell him that we like the look of him, don't go beyond safe flirt zone "Sometimes" you tell him Opening the web of gentle deceit to let him in a bit And I'm thinking of how and what and where and would it be safe There's two of us, there's one of him If I damp it down would you forgive me? If I go too far, would you be scared? Till I tell my head to shut up and stay with the moment And by the time I've done that you have already touched his hand He watches your fingers trailing lines along his open palm He twitches, he is solemn He is meek, we can trust him, he's just a puppy thing It's going to be good to look back on Good to tell it like a story, "You won't believe what we did" But I'm scared now "You sure?" he wants to know, "Does she want to as well?" I realise I didn't hear what you asked him "You want to as well don't you?" you say, - I've never seen you like this Nudging me with your leg under the table, stroking He says he doesn't want to cause any trouble between us He's going to the bathroom, we can talk about it while he's gone Rough boy gets back long after we've finished negotiating our heads round this mad thing We tell him he's coming with us, to my house And we leave the pub, holding him like a pair of groupies Get into a cab, shoppers staring, and drive off to have your adventure No pretence of social niceties No defence for denim clad Darren We are mauling him even in the back of the taxi cab "Keep your hands to yourself unless we say" And he's the wide-eyed one, as apprehensive as we are He does what he is told Riding along back streets - our driver gives us silent disapproval Never mind it's warm to put your hand up Darren's top To let your seeking fingers relish the soft tufts of hair round his nipples He has his arms behind his head like he's sunbathing And he's staring straight ahead Soon we're bursting into the house and running up the stairs Soon we're turning on music for a backdrop to our joy Darren is paying the frowning taxi driver And walking sheepishly through the front door The dogs bark at him and jump up till he pets them He ruffles their fur and looks up the stairs To where the Sirens (that's us, my sweet) are luring him "Should we get him to have a bath?" I ask you He leans back against the wall, says he had a shower before he came out And you get him to raise his arms so you can see how he smells Does this irritate him? Is he going to bolt? "I like it when you tell me what to do" he ventures "Then get in the bedroom, Darren, and lie down on the bed" We'll undress him first and then undress each other I used to do this to each poor sucker Who thought he was taking my virginity Take all their clothes off first, let them be the vulnerable one But there's no bitterness in debagging this catch I work on the t-shirt, cool and white slipping it up softly over warm flesh He's muscle, firm but with some give Curls of hair bounce back round his ears as the t-shirt is cast aside You are working the buttons of his jeans Like a kid at Christmas ripping open her present "OOoh! Nice" you bid me come look His tight black pants grip a straining cock bulge My finger hovers millimetres over it and makes as if to stroke "Shall we touch you? ...Not yet, be a good boy and wait" Lying either side of him, we reach across to undo each other's clothes Our caresses all for each other none for him, but we are pressed so close I free your shoulders from your blouse and flick against your nipples through your lace bra We have Darren naked and wanting - it would be a waste not to take our time He can watch and learn - though his eyes are full of want for sex rather than sexual education You hitch my dress up over my head I was naked beneath, it was going to be your surprise should you have chosen to discover it The whole day feeling vaguely turned on at intervals Like our guest, I'm hungry It seems the thing to do to press our naked bodies against his His hands twitch wanting to touch, but he is still under orders The Sirens crawl over him, press themselves strategically against his cock Graze their breasts over his bare chest and kiss each other full on the lips My fingers pushing into your mouth where you lick and suck them greedily Your hand with a death grip on my hair, being rough with me in your passion You'd be excused for thinking we were professionals We have not planned, Our thoughts have been moment to moment In the warmth of the darkening room Sticky heat of three bodies pressed close We are however at no loss We clutch and grope each other greedily across his smooth torso Taking handfuls of him as well so that at any time Our fingers might be dancing over hard boy hip bone, filled with soft breast or Caressing the delicate structure of his sensitive ear We touch and take all While our willing captive lies motionless but for gentle breathing and swelling cock Trembling lips betraying the effort in his patience "Remember that day" comes your voice from where you're nestled "You began to teach me to use the riding crop?" I check on Darren for reaction, "That was on a cushion though, my darling," I say And it begins to look as though lesson two may be more fun Though thinking back I'd split my sides at you telling the cushion it was a very naughty cushion I take his face in a strong grip, his eyes are closed so I order him to look at me "Are you going to let us hurt you?" He says we can do anything we want I should be responsible here, should tell him like someone told me when I was new - "Never tell anyone that" But I'm not the remotest bit interested in preparing him for a future SM life Just want to use him and abuse him - he's ours today The safeword conversation would similarly take time I don't wish to waste We'll just keep him talking and check in like that We get Darren on his front and I take the crop from my shelf of toys You are sitting back on your heels to watch One hand still touching his head, absently caressing his hair Your eyes sparkle with mischief and joy I swear to fuck I've never seen you look so beautiful as you do now Looking warm and open to me I may pay Rough Boy a handsome sum for having broken the ice I tap him to test it out "You build up gently," says I the teacher to you the pupil He squirms around at the building heat - I don't go harder I just go faster "Then you try some harder ones" The first takes him by surprise with its force He grips at the pillow and gasps "Tell me how that was, Darren" Man of few words just says it was okay "Then you won't mind another ten like it will you" Your turn You stand at my signal and take the instrument of torture You see how it fits in your hand, how it swishes through the air Darren flinches at the sound And your eyes widen already with your newfound power I come behind you to guide you My body pressed behind yours and a little kiss to your neck Together we are raising your arm But alone you bring it down and land the crop hard across his arse He jumps A red line appears on his buttocks where his pants don't cover "Nine more," you tell him, "You're going to count them for me" And you steady yourself to carry on while I watch you, very proud of you At stroke four he is gasping audibly and stiffening You make stroke five a little lighter We have him say "Six ma'am, thank you ma'am" Seven lands on the backs of his thighs and glows red Eight makes him sob so there is a rest before nine is attempted "The last stroke should be the hardest," I tell you, "And Darren," I say "Do you know why that is? "It's because you're so gorgeous and we really want to hurt you" It doesn't follow logically but it's good as reasons for anything go And you can't deny it's true While you're raising your arm and judging the angle While you're taking a deep breath Then giving your all in one mighty swing of the crop And it whacks him right on target He yells, by reflex he flips onto his back and edges away "That's all, Darren" I reassure, "Anyway your cock says you liked it" And he's calming as we drop down again by his side To enjoy at close range the hard rod beneath black cotton pants "You can take them off for us now" The indignity of baring yourself in front of those who have just beaten you Is what he, for the first time, feels 'Cause give me yourself and I'll hurt you then I make you let me fuck you "Slowly" is how we ask his treasures to be revealed to us The black pants inch down freeing soft pubic hair Till his cock bounces into view, warm and willing "You took the beating well," I tell him "So it's time for us to give you something" And I go one side of him and beckon you to the other We stoop to lick and suck his cock Heads close together as if in mutual prayer Strands of your hair brush my cheek from the corner of my eye I get your smile And it's our lips on his shaft, the soft skin - the firmness beneath Tight skin over cool testicles see if you grip around them but don't press It gets him harder And your lips meet mine we kiss wet and warm a while Before you lean up and plunge him full into your mouth Sinking down and eating him I take the chance to tell him he had better not come in your mouth He looks down at himself, at us like he can hardly believe I caress his chest, his thighs, his belly I want him to feel touched, and my gratitude Then "My dear," I say to you politely as one might say over tea and biscuits Rather than over Rough Boy trade "We're being very kind to him and that's only fair since he gave it up and got beaten "But I'd like to make him wait a while and (I hope you'll forgive my forwardness, my sweet) "I'd like to have you where he's lying and get my hands on you" Mistress of beauty, mistress contradictory You give me a look like you're telling me Did I think you'd be so easy? Who am I to dare to try and take you on? But at the same time you are stretching back slowly Sinking onto the mound of crisp pillows at the top of the bed And your features soften into some sort of smile And you laugh I get him to grasp your hands I say "Hold her down" and his arm is broad and firm across your chest You stretch up to get The tentatively offered kiss he thought appropriate Blindfolded by the curl of his hair resting on your cheek Lips still tasting lips and feeling the warmth of his face So I press fingers into your thigh unseen So I take a grip and push your legs apart enough To begin tapping around your pussy like I always wanted to make you squirm This trace of fingernail lightly over your clit through your pants It makes you jerk, it makes you kiss him more You spread your legs wider to tell me yes And a hand you got free from where Rough Boy held you Makes to hike down your own underwear For now, my precious, you can have it for now I pull the pants to one side and get my mouth on there Making the already wet wetter, sliding warm and quick with practiced tongue Stopping to order him hold you more firmly down Your little shrieks muffled into his mouth are telling me You like the peaks, you like finding it difficult to take Some feeling that if it continued you'd be coming, but no I'll only give you it in bursts So blame my desire to impress For the fingers that dance just inside your pussy lips Not going deep enough or firm enough to get you off They press up against your G spot and come out of you again to flicker on your clit And no matter how much your hips writhe up You cannot get enough Since my hand can't reach your nipples I decide that I will stop The moan of protest from you is more than reward Sweet and sulky thing Don't give me that fretting as you tear yourself away from his embrace I'm just taking a moment to decide (For when I've got your breasts held and slipping your nipples through tweaking fingertips) Whether I give you rough boy mouth for your hungry pussy or rough boy cock Get up I say, I haul his arm and bring him next to me The rules are changed I have him stand, look down at you You poise yourself and tilt your face to look up at both of us Maybe annoyed that your pleasure has been interrupted "Now, you no longer do what she says - only what I tell you" I stroke his arm, a slight bulge of biceps a tattoo we hadn't noticed He is strong I am thinking he can hold you down hard I tread on the bed, go nearer to where you are kneeling now No, don't get up, sweetheart, as I reach down to stroke your cheek With the backs of my fingers only - so that I fake the touch of one who has power but does not have need And your eyes widen and glisten, your full lips gently parted So open and so tender and vulnerable Like grasping delicate flowers in my fist I think of holding my hand over your whole face I think of pressing you down into the pillow I feel some satisfaction even at the thought of your thrashing And desperate reaching. Woman I am growing to care for Baby, I'm going to get him to treat you like a whore I am right up close and guide your pretty little head till it's pushed Into my groin and hold you there to tell you what well do My hand grasps your hair tighter. You're going to get fucked On your knees, bitch-style, arse in the air. You're going to get fucked hard and there won't be any sweet-talking your way to an easier deal I feel you shudder beneath my grip But sigh and resign yourself to it then a wave of fear, a tremble Then you are only very still and wondering when Time, we have all evening, all night if we must I would love to make you wait, to threaten you with the sound of a cane slapping hard on the bed or the stroke of something cold and hard across your pretty throat And have you jump in fear and not know if it was safe to relax But I want too much to see you abused I want you fucked now before my eyes I push you back against the pile of pillows push you away from me And I tell him what I want him to do And the look on his face as he makes to clutch you so harshly, too quick for you even though you try to scramble away Tells me that Rough Boy will not disappoint me A half unwrapped gift placed in his hand He opens the packet fully and rolls it on and down That's the time when you know it's going to happen And I am here to hold you and to watch Just the tip of his cock introduced inside you I keep you firm while he drives himself in While fast and hard and with no seeming regard for anything Other than his own pleasure He fucks you deep and rough not stopping And I remind you my dear I have your breasts in my hands These and your clit are still mine and your pretty mouth And when he has come and again when he is gone You will still be required to stand naked and with your hands on your head For I've seen you now in a way in which I wish to see you over again and again Whether it is I who puts you there or others, on your hands and knees and fucked Is where I would see you put My words hang somewhere in the air Around your precious ear where strands of your hair cling, stuck by sweat And your face is red and your eyes screwed shut And I hold your head Your cheek bumps against mine And you've very soon come Shuddering and yelling But I tell him to go on because I love you, sweet, and I want to hold you here Stories ~ Inspirations ~ Links