Story Time

I've had occasion before, to mention our dear friend Marianne. (here and here). She's a lady of many talents, one of which is writing. So I decided to post one of her stories, for your delight and delectation. And because I think they deserve a wider audience.

Enjoy:



So I'm walking back home, my bag full of the necessary things, like whiskey, tonic water and a good coffee. Two blocks from our flat I see her walking ahead of me.

Or rather I see her arse.

And who could fail to notice an arse like that?
In a skirt so short I can almost see the crease below her buttocks.
Tall and slender with sleek short black hair, she walks with a sensuous confidence, arms full of shopping bags.
And I find myself thinking what it would be like to see that arse bare, bent over in front of me, ready to take anything I could give it.
I feel a slight sense of disappointment when she turns left down the block before mine and out of sight.
I would have liked to watch that arse a while longer.
When I reach the corner I turn and look, and there she is, less than 10 feet away. It looks like one of her bags has split, there are groceries all over the pavement and she is bending down, her back to me as she picks things up. Her short skirt has ridden up and there, clear as day, I see it.

A long red mark.

Running from her inner thigh, across the very lower part of her left arse cheek.
I recognise the mark of a cane easily.
Hell, I should know, Ive given enough of them in my time.
I stop and look and she turns sees me and I ask if I can help. 
She shrugs in a non-commital way and I move forward and  help her to pick things up.
As we put the things into another bag I can’t help but keep looking at her arse, trying to see that mark again.
And she notices.
Demurely she pulls down her skirt, but not before I see her blush and coyly give me a sideways glance.
And then she thanks me, picks up her bags and walks away.

And now I'm home and hard as hell.
Barbara is sitting on the sofa, legs spread as she plucks her pubic hair.
I love to see her cunt bare, smooth and naked, my initial tattooed above her mound.
Walking in , I drop my bag, unzip myself and pull out my cock.
Without comment she takes it into her mouth and sucks me hard, sucks me how she knows I like it.
I stand savouring her mouth on my cock, until I need more.
Pulling out I order her onto her hands and knees.
And I bury my now slick cock into her arse.
As I start to fuck I tell her to play with herself, I give her permission to orgasm.
She leans onto the sofa, one hand supporting herself, the other slides between her legs and she begins to stroke and rub her cunt.
She asks me what has brought this on, and I tell her as I bugger her.
I tell her about the woman I was walking behind, the cane mark on her arse, and the thoughts it gave me.
I describe the woman and Barbara moans.
Tells me that she sounds lovely, that she would also liked to have seen her, would like to have played with her, would have liked to lick her wet eager cunt as I buggered her.
And then Barbara starts to come, her fingers rubbing and stroking her wet cunt.
And that is it for me too, I grunt and empty myself into her arse.


Two weeks later  we are off to London to the fetish market we go to now and then. Always eager to see whats new, to see what interesting items we can buy. Most is too expensive for us, but  its nice to look and dream. Its mainly stalls but there is a small private area for like minded folks to play.
There is a St Andrews cross, and usually a ready stream of willing participants to be strapped up and abused.
And of course a queue of men , and women who want to do the abusing.
I'm often in the queue to partake of the chance to whip a fresh arse.
As often Barbara is in the queue to be whipped.
I always swell with pride when she offers herself up.
Stands strapped, tied  and spread and takes the whip, cane or tawse.
Whatever the men want to wield.
Watching my beautiful wife spread out and taking it all.
Sometimes silent, sometimes yelping.
And seeing the look in other men’s eyes as they see what I have available to me any time I want it.

And then, she appears.
The woman with the short skirt and the cane mark.
This time she is wearing a school uniform
She is standing at the edge of the crowd, watching mesmerised as the man weilding the whip slices again and again againt my wife’s arse.
Her tongue slides along her lower lip and a hand slips down inside the front of her skirt. I move through the crowd until I’m standing beside her.
I ask her  "Do you like watching my wife getting whipped?"
She nods then turns to look at me.
I can see her look puzzled for a second then she says "Oh its you"
Then with a naughty grin she tells me "Its gone now, want to see?"
And she lifts up the back of her skirt so that I can indeed see that there are no marks.
I run my hand over it, feeling how soft and smooth it is.
She moans and leans forward sticking out that delectable rump that just cries out to be slapped.
And slap it I do, hard and severe.
She shudders and groans
Then I slide my hand between her legs, my fingers probe until I reach her cunt.
And it is wet, so wet, and hot.
I finger her for a few moments, my eyes never leaving the sight of my wife being whipped while my fingers probe this unknown woman.
I lean into her and whisper.
"Get your things together, you are coming home with us, meet us by the front door in 10 minutes"
She turns to look at me, again rather coyly.
"What will you do with me?"
I look into her eyes  
"Anything you want us to do"
I watch her lips curl into a smile, 
"Will you both play with me?"
I ask her if she likes my wife.
She smiles again.
"Oh yes, I’d like her to play with  me, I’d like her tongue on me"
Then she is off, saying, "See you both in a minute"
I watch her walk away. then turn back to what is happening on the cross set up on the podium. I stand for a second, my cock hard, watching Barbara still being whipped, see the adoring crowd also watching her, and then I stride up, stand over her and tell the crowd.
"Show here is over, its someone else’s turn."
I untie her and tell her we are going home and we have company.
She asks if she will like the company.
"Oh yes, I think you will"

On the way back we find out her name is Alex and she is actually 32.
And she really  likes having her arse spanked, really likes dressing in schoolgirl attire and had only ever been given that one cane slap and isn’t sure if she wants to do it again because it hurt so much, but I know before the night is out she will not only want to do it again but be begging for more.
I can’t wait to mark that pristine arse and more besides.

Back home I show her and my wife into the bedroom, no need to waste time on small talk.
I pour three drinks and take them in. They are lying on the bed kissing, hands roaming, fingers sneaking into cunts. I watch for a moment then set down the drinks and bark an order.
"Barbara, onto the Beast"
My beautiful dutiful wife leaves her play on the bed and takes off her dress, and of course she wasnt wearing anything but stockings underneath it.
She positions herself onto the bench I made for our play.
I call it the Beast, but in fact it is a beautiful thing.
Solid wood, covered in cushioned black leather, sturdy upright posts and lots of restraining points depending on how you lay upon it, and room for two.
She is on her back, legs held up waiting for me to clip her into place.
Scooched forward legs stretched up so both her cunt and arse are available to me. While I’m fiddling with the clips and chains Alex is sitting on the bed watching.
"Undress"  I order her.
She hesitates.
"If you want to play, do as I say"
I put a couple of fingers into my wife and she moans.
"Alex if you want this do as I say"
And I smile as she gets up and takes off her clothes. Oh, I think we have a good little slut to play with here. When she is naked I walk over, kiss her, pinch a nipple and slide a finger into her cunt.
She is hot and wet and squirms against me.
"Now watch, see what I expect from my women, but as our guest I will let you choose what implement I use first"
I gesture towards the array of toys, and we have many, soft rubber whips, canes, tawses, paddles, in leather and rubber, some studded, some plain.

I stroke my wifes cunt as Alex looks, feels and chooses.

A flail of many strands of thin purple rubber.
A good choice to begin with, it can be both soft and sensuous and yet painful if struck into a delicate place.
I motion Alex to come closer so she can watch us. And then I begin.
A couple of soft strokes of the flail against my wifes cunt, enough to make her moan and thrust forward, knowing I'm just playing, just teasing.
I hear Alex moan.
I can imagine she’s wishing it was her. She may rethink that thought later when I really get going.
I have a idea.
"Alex get up and kiss Barbara while I'm doing this"
And I'm pleased at how quickly she jumps up and obeys me.
I watch for a moment as their mouths and tongues meet.
I wait until I see Alex caress Barbaras face and kiss her tenderly.
And then I bring the flail down hard, really hard, right across my wifes cunt, Watch her jerk, watch her head rise, her teeth almost mash into Alex's, hear the air between them gasp.
Alex jerks back in shock, eyes wide, she looks towards the flail and watches it crash down again, hard and severe. and again, and again.
Alex looks at Barbara and I see her face wide with surprise when she sees the look on my wifes face, exctasy and then oh yes orgasm.
Oh yes Alex, you may have been spanked before, caned once.
But look now at what power is available to you, if you can take it.
If you want it.
And looking at the adulation on her face I think yes, she wants it.
I drop the flail and pick up a tawse.
And proceed to use it on my wifes arse.
Slap, slap , slap, one buttock, then the next, over and over.
I watch her cheeks redden, then begin to turn purple, watch her squirm, and then I pull down my trousers and plunge my hard cock into her arse.
"Kiss her again" 
And my cock is buried into Barbara’s arse and I pound away as I watch them kiss again. and I grunt as I empty into my tied up and chained wife, legs held up as she is being kissed by another woman, who will also get to be used by me later.

Letting Barbara down from the beast, we take a breather, time to have a drink, me to have a smoke. and I watch as they lie on the bed chatting and caressing each other.
Then I say "Enough of that , time for Alex to have some fun"
I put my hand under her chin, raise her face to mine.
"From now on it’s up to you"
"Whatever happens, if you don’t like it, just say so and I will stop"
If you say nothing, I will continue, do you understand?"
Alex flicks a glance at Barbara who smiles, nods and  reaches out and rests her hand on Alex's thigh.
Alex shivers slightly then.
"Yes"
"OK, your turn on The Beast"
I'm pleased that she does not hesitate and climbs onto it.
She does look unsure about how she is position herself onto it and I decide I want her bent forward, legs strapped straight down, secured at the thigh and ankles, her arse thrust out ready for me. her arms held ahead, pinioned against the sides. Once she is secured like that Barbara puts a black satin covered pillow under her head and chest. The leather can get very hot and sweaty and I’m touched she did that.
And then I realise I want to see Barbara also on the Beast, facing Alex. I want them both restrained, unable to do anything other than kiss.
In spite of what I'm about to do to them I want to see that tenderness as I have them both. And so Barbara is positioned and locked at the other end and I'm ready to begin.
I look at what is available for me to use.
"Fair’s fair Barbara, now you get to choose what I use on Alex first"
And she chooses one of the tawses, a nice one, not too severe, but guaranteed to have Alex squirming, perhaps even screaming.

I take a moment to look.
There are two very attractive women in front of me, both unable to move.
Both awaiting my administrations.
And I begin.

Thwack!
I bring the tawse down on Alex's arse, she squeals and bucks but of course can’t get away, and again a bit harder , I watch as she rocks sideways trying to escape, gasping, wriggling, but not as yet saying "Stop" 
Left buttock, then right, moving around so I never hit the same place twice in a row.
Watching how her arse gets redder and redder.
How she squirms and moans, her legs thrashing against the restraints. Leaning forward I slip my hand between her legs, roughly part them and slide a finger into her. She is so wet and pushes back against me.
"Not yet slut, you think a couple of slaps are enough?, I'll fuck you when you beg me" Withdrawing my finger I throw the tawse down and pick up a cane, walking round to the side so she can see it.
Her eyes widen
"No"
"Do you mean that?"
I can see uncertainty
I ask again
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes.....no, I dont know"
"OK I will ask you again in a minute, now watch"
And I begin to rub the cane along Barbaras back, lower and lower, across her arse cheeks, and then between them, pushing the edge of the cane between her legs, sliding it back and forth.
Barbara opens her legs and I begin to softly swish the cane against her cunt, slowly and gently, flicking it only a couple of inches away and back. Over and over. rythmically tapping the end against her clit. watching her arse rise and fall as she writhes  against the Beast.
Her mouth reaches out to Alex and their tongues meet.
I speed up the rythm, one hand weilding the cane, the other grabbing a handful of Alex's arse, kneading it, pinching it.
Slap slap slap.
And then Barbara explodes into orgasm, I can see her hands strain as she longs to grab Alex.
And I withdraw the cane and bring it down hard onto her arse.
Once, twice, three times.
Watch the welts bloom, then caress them , feel them blossom under my hands, hard and hot.
I'm lost in the feeling of them, running my hands across, feeling my wife still bucking under my hand.
And then Alex moans "Oh God, please, me, now"
She has her head held up as far as the restraints will allow, staring longingly at the cane.
"I want to try"
Then a pause ...followed by a plaintive "Please Sir"

Oh, good girl, I think

"You will have to wait a minute"
I sit down on the bed and pick up my glass, take a sip.
Light a cigarette.
The cane is still in my hand. I idly tap it against my leg as I take a long satisfied look at the two women tied up in front of me.
Take my time in enjoying the whiskey and the cigarette, knowing they aren’t going anywhere. They will be  wet and eager when I'm ready for them.
 I could actually thrash Alex's arse right now, but I savour the moment, I watch her squirm, knowing that soon she will be squealing and taking whatever I give to her.
Stubbing my cigarette out, I take another sip of my drink and stand up, flexing the cane.
"Now, are you ready?"
Alex looks scared but her rump thrusts out and she whimpers "yes"

I think, should I start slowly, build her up, or go for the kill straight away? No. lets test this slut out, see what she can take. And I bring the cane down hard, the sound it makes as it swishes through the air is nothing compared to the sound as it makes contact.
Alex screams, her arse convulses, her body writhes in agony.
Yet the sounds that come from her mouth tell a different story.
Her agonised yell dissolves into an exstatic moan, I see fluid gush between her legs, coating her inner thighs.
And I bring the cane down again, and yet again.
After every few strokes I run my hand over her red hot arse, soothing, just for a moment, then start afresh.
I feel myself stiffen as I see the marks appear, see her grind her body down into the Beast, moaning and writhing,then  her face reaching towards Barbara, her mouth clamping against my wife’s as I continue to severely cane her, each stroke harder than the last.
And she never says "stop", she lies there and takes it, the cane viciously slamming onto her, bruising her, hurting her and she just groans and writhes.
And now its time to give her, her reward. So I unclip the thigh restraints.
Standing behind her I push her legs apart, and push my thumb into her soaking cunt, slide it in and out, my fingers rubbing her clit.
She rocks against me, moaning until
"Oh god yes"
And I feel her cunt convulse, her clit become a hard little knob, throbbing against my fingers, and my hand is soaked. I keep holding her like that until her breathing relaxes and so does her body, slipping forward onto the Beast. Then my hands are grasping that arse, pulling it open. Using the juice on my hand to lubricate her I slide my  cock in. One of my hands lifts up her head and forces it towards Barbara.
"Kiss" I growl
And they do.
And I pump my cock into her, one hand on her head, the other stroking the welts on her arse, I pound against her, my balls slapping between her legs.
I look at these two amazing women, both bearing the marks I gave them.
And with a hard grunt I come.

And I hope this isn’t going to be a just one-off.
Then seeing the way they are looking at each other and then at me, satisfied and knowing smiles, I know it won’t be.
I'm looking at two women who want more.

And I'm more than happy to oblige . . .

Shivers

We watched Shivers again tonight (well, again for me, Mocuar hadn't seen it) and I'd forgotten how good it was.

Supposedly a horror film, to me it has a strong Thelemic subtext. To quote one of the characters:

Everything is erotic, everything is sexual. You know what I mean? . . . even old flesh is erotic flesh. That disease is the love of two alien kinds of creatures for each other. That even dying is an act of eroticism. That talking is sexual. That breathing is sexual. That even to physically exist is sexual.

I've always liked Cronenberg's films. Even the most grotesque of them is essentially life-positive, if you look beneath the surface.

The Dynamic Duo

As one wanders along the path of one's sexual and magickal quest, there are experiences which are pleasant surprises, experiences that are joyous expectations and occasional disappointments (which one learns to accept philosophically ).

And there are things which are desired.

One of those for me, was the dream of having two subs to play with. I left it in the lap of the Gods, and sure enough, the Gods, in their own good time, delivered.

A year or two ago, Mocuar and I went down to a friends house for a session with some willing subs. and A Good Time Was Had By All.

The high point, for me was having Mocuar attached to R, a game girl, and being able to wander around them applying whatever I wanted to their conjoined bodies.

Talk about your proverbial child let loose in a sweetshop.

Here is a pic of the occasion:


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In between them enjoying kissing each other while being whipped at the same time, I instructed them them to look into each other's eyes while the crop was being applied. Submission is not in the body, it's in the eyes. And subs very rarely get a chance to experience seeing that. A lot of energy can be built up in that way. Mocuar described it as being 'very powerful' and puts it high on her list of great S/M events, One that she would really like to do again.

I certainly would.

OK, Gods, it's over to you . . .

Happy Crowleymas!

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.