Dark Mystery

Entering the room, dark mysterious; I breathe slowly trying to calm myself. Sweat forming on my brow. You guide me inside. Leading me to a horse. You stand me next to it. "Stay". I stand there scared dressed only in my boots as you had directed me before. The light in the room raises. The dim illumination causing a glow around you as you walk back to me. The shine of your boots glint in the light as I look down on them. I drop to my knees before you, eyes cast down; trembling from desire. Pushing my head down you force me to bow down to your feet. I bathe your boots with my tongue teeth and lips. Caressing the smooth leather. Wanting to be able to show you more how much I love you.

Sensing this desire within me you tell me "show me what else it is you want". Lowering my head onto the floor. I lay still. Unable to move. Ashamed of my desires. Ashamed you see them. "WELL?" I hear your voice say. Slowly I raise myself up, looking into your eyes pleadingly; asking with mine if it is alright to want more. "Show Me" you say. I place my face against the stiff denim of your jeans. Feeling the buttons of the fly against my nose. Feeling the hardness underneath teasing me. Slowly I begin kissing around the stiff rod running my tongue over the denim shield covering what I so desperately need. I bite at it’s base. Trying to feel even more of it through the barrier between us. I hear a low moaning growl come from you as I press harder into you. Pulling my head back by my hair, you slowly open your jeans. Reaching in you withdraw your beautiful blue cock. You place a condom in my mouth. Slowly, carefully I place it over your thick rod; trying desperately not to tear it with my teeth. Looking up at you I pull back, licking just the tip of your cock; teasing it. I lick down the sides caressing each vein as I go with my tongue. I take the head of your cock in my mouth. I start sucking on it, pulling it back and pushing it forward as I do; I take it all with in my mouth. Feeling it graze the back of my throat. I stroke your cock in and out of my mouth. Feeling your hand on the back of my head. Your hips thrusting towards my awaiting mouth as you fuck it, your breathing becomes heavier. I hear the low moans of pleasure. I start rubbing on your balls. You groan. As I smell your excitement grow my own desire strengthens. I start stroking your cock faster with my mouth, sucking harder; taking you deeper within me. Trying not to gag, wanting to hear the signal of your climax; you grab my head harder into your crotch,  leaving yourself deep within my mouth. You moan loudly as you cum leaving your dick pressed into the back of my throat. The sweet scent wafting into my nostrils.

Pulling me up to you by my hair you begin kissing me fiercely. Probing my mouth with your tongue. My knees weaken as a noticeable wetness begins to run down my legs. You push me back into the wooden horse behind me. The hard wood pressing against my back. You grab me and turn me around, bending me over the horse. Attaching my hands in front of my head, then my ankles to the legs of the horse. You leave me there, naked and vulnerable.

Suddenly I hear the swooshing sounds of implements being swung through the air. I jump at the sound. As I try and turn to see what it is I hear I feel the grip of fingers in my hair. You pull my head up looking into my eye. Still hearing the implements I have a questioning look in my eyes. "Who else is here?”

Releasing my head, you drag your nails down my back and ass as you go behind me. I feel you start probing my ass with your fingers. Trembling I try and relax. Feeling your fingers reaching inside of my ass, twisting and turning; causing the wetness inside of me to run out even more. Feeling another set of hands, I jerk against the restraints. Turning my head I see Mistress D, the mysterious woman you had introduced me to the night before at my side, running her nails across my skin, tracing designs in my back. My brain screaming to me "fuck how does she get those things so sharp". I realize you have withdrawn you fingers from my ass, groaning in disappointment and frustration I hear a wicked giggle from Mistress D. Then a burning sensation as you shove a large butt plug into my waiting ass. I grab into the restraints around my wrists and pull as the pain sears through me. Then a feeling of pleasure as I get used to it’s girth. I feel the sudden sting of a hand smacking my shoulders. Repeated blows warm my flesh. Breathing deeply as I realize the assault is from the mysterious Mistress next to me. Trying to keep my focus on my breathing as I realize I'm panting. I feel another set of hands slapping my ass. Hitting me over and over causing me to jump and jerk trying to escape this stinging sensation. As my shoulders and back begin to ache for a reprieve of this pain. I feel a hand slam against the plug in my ass, causing me to groan loudly.

My body, drenched in sweat; betrays my excitement as my clit swells then I explodes, the wetness running down the sides of the horse and my legs. Wicked laughs float through my ears as I realize what had just happened.

The pressure of two smooth thin rods jolt me back down to earth. Canes! I realize they are from both sides of me. I turn my head to the right and see her, then to the left and see you. Realizing I'm in for a major canning “fuck I hate canes” runs through my head, I try and relax. Taking your turn first. I feel your cane tapping against my flesh, right below my ass cheeks. The frustration of the annoying sensation caused by this causes me to growl softly to myself. I hear "does that bother you?" as a sudden sharp blow burns a red mark into my flesh before I can answer. Throwing my head back I say through gritted teeth "FUCK". Another blow from Mistress D quickly jars me back to the real world as she says "I don't like vulgar language". Putting my head back down. “Yes Ma'am, I am sorry, it won’t happen again". The blows begin repeatedly assaulting me from both sides, causing me to jerk and strain against the restraints. Continuing with no pattern or warning. Tears running down my face. Screams coming from within my mind escaping my mouth. It feels like my whole soul is trying to escape through the welts on my ass and thighs. My mind racing. Telling me “say the safe word”. Arguing with myself as I don't because it feels so good to hurt like this. Asking myself “but can I take anymore?”. Then as suddenly as it started the assault stopped.

I feel the warmth of your breath on the side of my face as you whisper to me "can you take just a few more for me?". The urge to scream "FUCK NO!!!!!", building as the heat raises off my ass. The burning sensation, the pain. The throbbing from my cunt answered for me. "Daddy for you, yes". Tears and sweat rolling down my face, I lay my head back down bracing myself for the blows to come. "You're going to get a three stroke from each of us boy, are you ready?". "Yes Sir." Without warning I feel Mistress D’s cane burn three quick strokes into my flesh. I hear screaming, then I realize it’s coming from me. My head reeling from the pain. The endorphins rushing so fast I can't keep up. My breathing accelerated so fast I sound like I'm panting as these last three blows land home. The word “Breathe!” seems to float through my head and I take a deep breath. As I exhale slowly the final three blows burn through me in rapid succession.

I lunge my body forward, screaming, not knowing that I am straining against the bonds that hold me. The horse itself lunging forward, threatening to topple. I feel both of your hands running over my body, keeping me in place and allowing me to come back to earth. Your hands touching each welt. I hear the detailed remarks made about them, how beautiful they are. Smiling I feel the tears running down my face, feeling pride in myself. Knowing I've made you proud. I feel the restraints removed from me. The circulation rubbed back into my hands and feet as I hear you say "you were wonderful boy!, I am so proud you are mine". I start sobbing heavily as I feel the love and pride in your words. Pulling me off the horse you both place me safely onto the floor. Pulling me into you, holding me closely murmuring in my ear “what a good boy I have”. Mistress D kneeling next to us, softly stroking my head and back. I can feel you both smiling, the obvious rush of adrenalin running through both of you and the amazement in what I was so willing to give. I felt the desire right then to give you both so much more and hoping someday to have that chance.

Copyright Ó 2002 By Chris Johnson

I once was a brave warrior

I once was the brave warrior, proud, strong, loyal and honorable.

Now slain, left in the field to bleed out a slow death. I close my eyes hoping for a brief pause of the pain, seeing only the nightmares that build worse rather than lessen as time goes on. The pain, desire, love, hatred, anger, fear, lust, betrayal, hopelessness, despair, revenge all surround me in my brief dreams. Unable to sleep, the haunting sights, keeping me from peace.

Time is supposed to heal the wounds but they continue to grow deeper, leaving open sores that gap and bleed uncontrollably. Everything I do makes it worse, but doing nothing feels wrong. I don’t know what to do. I wait for the end that does not want to come.

The betrayals, the lies, the dark secrets, they all eat at my soul, my spirit. There is no end in sight, all I see ahead is despair. No hopes, no dreams, a life of nothingness, alone. The warrior that was, lies in a pool of blood, a shell of what once was, broken, beaten, gone.

Unable to find rest, not allowed rest, allowed only more pain as the scavengers take turns feeding. How did I end in this fate? Why was my loyalty betrayed? Why was my honor questioned? What wrong have I done in the quest for life that I must be destroyed of all hope, dreams, love? Wasn’t I loyal? Didn’t I live honorably? Don’t I deserve love, joy or happiness? The ones I loved, the ones I helped the most, the ones I thought cared for me, the ones I trusted with my life, they struck the final blows, twisting and thrusting the blade in deeply, making sure no fight, no life force was left within me.

I am now nothing but a shell.

An empty shell.

Cold, dark, alone.

Copyright Ó 2009 by Chris Johnson

The Restaurant

We're at the restaurant with the other Leather folks from the seminar. It's dimly lit; candles on the tables cause a flickering effect around your face. All I see is you. Wanting, needing and craving your touch. Dropping my fork. I bend over to pick it up, realizing it has gone under the table; I look up and see your beautiful legs. My mouth starts to water. Crawly quietly to your feet, I start kissing the red pumps you are wearing softly. Knowing I am taking a huge risk in doing this without your consent. I hear a stifled moan from you as you press your right foot towards my waiting tongue. Caressing every inch of leather and flesh before me with my lips and tongue, softly biting; wanting more. Slowly I kiss up the inside of your thighs, first the right then the left. Feeling your skin tremble beneath the silk stockings against my lips. You reach down and grab my head by my hair pulling me away from your skin as you continue talking as if I weren't there. With your other hand you slide your dress up revealing the moisture of your soft lips. Lunging like a starved animal going in for the feast I move in sliding my tongue around your outer lips slowly tracing their outline. I can smell your excitement urging me on. Finding your clitoris hard and pulsing I begin circling it’s mass with my tongue. I hear a low growl; and feel your hand pressing against the back of my head pushing me into you harder. I begin sucking on your clit as I flick my tongue over and around it, feeling your wetness slide down my face. I feel your thighs tighten around my head stopping my progress. I feel you right heel strike me hard, kicking me away from you. I crawl out from beneath the table after wiping my face off, trying hard not to smile too much.

You look at me and say "boy, bathroom". "Shit" I think, "I must be in trouble, but it was well worth it" I smile as I follow behind you. Once inside the bathroom, you lock the door; turn around and push me to my knees. "Was there something you wanted boy?" you ask. Looking into my eyes with a stern and disapproving look. "No Ma'am" I reply, looking down at the ground. I begin to sweat as you continue looking at me, afraid I have upset you. "I think there is something you want boy" saying this you lift my head by my chin to look at you. You are smiling at me with that glint you get when you want to play. My tongue feeling thick and lifeless as I try to deny any desires, all I can do is look down; my ability to speak having left me. I hear you say, "I thought so" as you pull my head up again by my bangs. "Well if you want more than you just TOOK then you best find your tongue and ask" as you say this you release me and lean against the far wall.

Crawling towards you I place my face against your feet, trying to get the words to come out, fighting with myself to say what is sitting there on the tip of my tongue. "Come on! Spit it out!" I hear from outside of me. Looking up, trembling, I hear myself say, "Ma'am, I want to please you, I want to taste you, and I want to show you how much I love you." In my head I am thinking, "did I just say that?!” I look down again quickly waiting for the denial I know is coming. Hearing your voice my heart drops, and then skips a beat as I hear you say. "I know you do boy, I've been waiting for you to ask." With that pull me towards you with my bangs. Pressing my face into you, I feel your soft shaven skin against me; shock has me frozen. Not sure this is real or not feeling confused and disoriented, I hear "WELL?!"

Slowly I trace your lips with my tongue. Tasting your wetness, feeling the warmth of your soft tender flesh against my face. A hunger consumes me like I’ve never known before. My tongue searching and exploring the depths of your cunt. Tasting every delicious drop of sweetness there. Moaning softly as I flick my tongue across your clit, you press your hips into my face harder showing me you want more. In my excitement I wrap my arms around your legs lifting one then the other onto my shoulders as I continue feasting upon you. Standing up I lean us both against the wall. You’re back pressing against it's smooth surface, as I brace myself with my knee against it. Holding you up in this position I lick the whole length of your cunt, tracing around it's opening as I go. My tongue diving inside of you in and out, your hands wrapped into my hair; I feel myself thrusting my hips in the air as a dog would. I begin sucking on your clit, flicking it quickly as I do. Hearing your moans of pleasure and approval I continue licking and sucking your cunt and clit. Your grip on my hair tightens and you thighs press together as I feel you build into a climax. Licking harder and faster, my own hips thrusting harder and faster, you thrust your hips hard against my face. Screaming as you climax, I hungrily lapping up your juices as if it is a last meal. Holding you, still on my shoulders, I stand there. Breathing in the wonderful smells, catching my breath, hearing your labored breathing I look up at you. A smile crosses your lips. Slowly I slide you back down the wall and place you feet on the ground, one at a time. Kneeling in front of you I lean my head into your legs and sigh. Stroking my head you say over and over "you are such a good good boy". A tear rolls down my face as joy fills me knowing I have been able to give you this gift. Lifting my chin up, you look at me and say "do you think you could do that again?" a confused look comes across my face as I say, "yes Ma'am". "Good" "stay". "Okay" I think "now what has she got in mind?".

Kneeling there wondering what is coming next I hear the door open again. You are standing there with Mistress D next to you. Looking at her you say, "I thought I'd like to share a little gift the puppy just gave me". A smile crosses my face as I realize what it is you want. She looks at you and says "really?. And what gift was that pray tell?" Directing her to lean against the wall as you had earlier you point for me to kneel in front of her. "Well the puppy was just demonstrating a skill I didn't know about and I knew you would enjoy it". Kneeling there I look up seeing both of you smiling at me. I feel myself turning very very red. Quickly I look down embarrassed to be blushing and I feel you starting to stroke my head. "It's okay honey" I hear you say as you give me a little shove towards her. I place my face into the crotch of Mistress D’s wrap around skirt, kissing and pressing against her. Hearing her moan in surprise and delight. I look up at her trying to see if it is okay for me to continue. She smiles winking at you and nods. I lift her skirt up and place my tongue against her lips, tracing them; noticing she is already wet. I begin stroking her clit with my tongue as I lift her legs over my shoulders as I had earlier with you. I lift her up pressing her back into the wall as I continued caressing her cunt with my tongue.

I feel your hands come from behind me as you start playing with my breasts. Fighting hard to concentrate on Mistress D’s clit and cunt I probe inside of her with my tongue. Moaning as you twist my nipple rings, I begin sucking on Her clit flicking my tongue across it feeling it engorge with blood as my own body begins dripping juices down my legs through my shorts. You press yourself against me tight, grabbing at my crotch; grinding into my ass with your hips. She has a hold of my head and is thrusting herself into my face as I lick and tease her clit. I softly bite her clit as I suck on it bringing a moan more like a growl. You continue teasing my crotch, ass and nipples as I feel her grip tighten around my head. A low guttural sound comes from us both as I feel spasms building inside of her.

Lapping at the juices flowing from her, wanting more, I feel her hips thrust harder on my face, making it impossible to breathe; I continue to lick harder and faster until my head is thrown back my hair intertwined in her fingers grasp as she climaxes. My knees shaking, you grab at my crotch one last time causing me to climax. Slowly dropping to my knees as I shake, trying desperately not to drop Mistress D. I kneel there panting and smiling as she gracefully removes herself from my shoulders.

You both look at me, smiling, stroke my head and talk about this "talent" as I recover thinking to myself "damn I am soo fucking lucky!!" and then “I am soo fucking hungry!!". Nodding in my direction you say to Mistress D "after that I bet my boy is starving, shall we join the rest?" She agrees and we return to the group, smiles on our faces. Feeling very tired and satisfied I wonder when or if this will ever happen again.

Copyright Ó 2009 by Chris Johnson