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

Comments

[Lisa Lacriola aka T.Langdon Squire]

I really like this one the best so far.