Just a dream

“She was wearing something pink, and I remember that I was wearing a tweed sport coat. We walked into the house, and headed for the bedroom. It was at the top of a small staircase; It was a loft and and overlooked the living room. The bed was to the right. It was huge and covered with cool, white cotton sheets, and smothered with overstuffed pillows…”

“We lay down on the bed and intertwined like pasta. I kissed her. She groaned. I slipped out of bed, and put on my coat, and walked down the stairs and out the door.”

When I returned, I found myself on the ceiling, looking down on the bed. She was nude and surrounded by the was white sheets and pillows. Her hair was blonde. Her skin was slightly tan. She is beauty in that rumpled sea of covers, pillows and blankets.

In the next moment, I am next to her and naked. I put my lips upon hers to waken her slowly, then passionately kiss her mouth, ears and throat. I shift my body so that my lips trail down her chest, and I caress each breast and nipple with my tongue. My hands are on her thighs. My mouth feels the slight peach fuzz below her navel and I follow it. Down.”

Completely Exposed (A confessional Essay, by Adam Jones….w/a very red face!…no joke.)

Well, there really isn’t any other way to tell this story, but tell it I must.

Everything has come full circle now. My own words have bitten me, right upon my bare ass. It was bound to happen.

So gleeful I was, so very naughty, as I put myself inside the skin of others~~imaginary characters all~~acting out, misbehaving, butt-naked while keeping the true story of my 14-year-old streak, prominently displayed on more than one social media site.

All of the stories contained pieces of me

Spankings – She knows when I need one

Last night, I was overwhelmed. I’d been sick for more than a week, and Thursday would be my first real day back at work. After being out for so long, I had more to do at work than I could possibly finish, and I’d been unusually quiet and grouchy all day. I hadn’t been nice to my girlfriend. I hadn’t been nice at all.

Luckily, my girlfriend, Sofia, knows me better than I know myself. After dinner, she called me from the living room. Ours is a small house. I walked from the kitchen to the living, still sulking and pissy.

Spankings – She knows when I need one

Sofia caught me as I walked by, and pulled me around the couch. She sat down, still holding my wrist, and then took me across her lap. It’s rare for Sofia to take the lead. Normally, I Top in this relationship. But something in Sofia’s eyes told me it was my turn to be spanked good and proper.

It felt wonderful to be laying across her lap. I felt safe and cared for. And it was a relief to get a break from being the Dominant Bitch. O, don’t get me wrong. I like being Dominant. After our respective submissive upbringings at the hands of the Catholic church, I turned into a full-on radical Femdom for a couple of years. I’ve calmed down some since then, but still, mostly I take the lead.

Not this time. Once I was secure in Sofia’s lap, she snatched up my dress and yanked down my panties. Then she let loose with a series of stinging slaps to my behind! My sweet Sofia didn’t waste any time at all on a genteel warm-up. She whacked my ass hard.

And I loved it! I felt vulnerable and open, and yet I knew that I was totally safe at the same moment.

I also felt the burning in my ass cheeks, and I wiggled hard in Sofia’s lap. But bless her, my girl did not hold back one bit, even though I was kicking and whimpering. She spanked me harder and harder, and my bottom stung with the heat. But every so often, she’d pause in the smacking, and ever-so-lightly brush the furious red hand prints on my butt with her fingertips.

I was squealing by the time she was finished.

Later that night, I thanked her for the spanking. It’s not often that I’m on the receiving end of a spanking. But this time, Sofia knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me.

Surprise

Early in the day all six women went shopping at a small town nearby to get souvenirs, and to explore. However, Alex, Elaine and Sydney all returned to the house early to surprise their SOs for when they had returned.

When the bottoms left their Tops got a suspicious feeling that the group was up to no good. However, they decided to just let them be and deal with the consequences later. The women had hatched a plan to all get spanked together again, granted everyone had some lingering soreness from the past day or so due to everyone playing………

via Surprise

Dominating Amanda

Latex Catsuit

“You’ll find this school to be different from others that you’ve attended,” Alice said. “We’ve developed our own system of taking care of young women.” She looked directly into Amanda’s eyes – held the girl’s gaze with her own.

“Please understand me, Amanda. We get many students like you. Young girls who’ve lost their way, and have problems with authority and school. They’re not really bad girls. There’s no such thing. But these girls have disciplinary issues. Girls who have sent to us by parents or the authorities, because they’ve given up on them.”

Alice smiled, but there was no humor or warmth in her face. Rather, it was merely a showing of teeth. “They send the girls to us that they may learn discipline. Humility. Self-awareness.”

Alice licked her lips and let her gaze stray to Amanda’s breasts, where her bra was clearly visible through the thin cloth of the schoolgirl’s white blouse.

“One of the ways we do this,” Alice continued, “is by attaching all new girls to senior students, in order to learn from them.” Alice’s smile was positively wicked. “And you have been attached to me, Amanda.”

Amanda was wary. She tipped her head. “Yes,” she said. “And what is it you expect me to learn?”

“Whatever I demand.” Alice caught Amanda’s eyes again. “You will attend to my every need, and follow the rules that I set down when we are inside this room. At school, you follow school rules. But here, in our room, I am your Mistress and you will obey all of my wishes.”

Alice extended her index finger to Amanda’s chin and tipped her head up high. “If you do not do as I say, I will contact the administrator of this school and tell her of your disobedience.” Alice glanced at the girl’s breasts again. “I understand that if you’re forced out of this school, your next stop is juvenile detention.”

Amanda held her tongue, but she was afraid of this girl: angry and afraid.

It was strange. Alice was a few years older and cruelly beautiful. Yet she was threatening Amanda with reform school if the latter girl didn’t comply with every demand and whim. Amanda didn’t have a clue what those demands would be. Amanda couldn’t cook, didn’t clean and was good only at making trouble.

Amanda looked down for a moment. Everyone she knew had given up on her: her parents, her friends, and her boyfriend. Only this strangely violent girl in front of her seemed to give a shit whether Amanda lived or died.

As if to confirm that thought, Alice cleared her throat: “Look at me, girl,” Alice demanded. Her voice was soft, but the threat was real.

Amanda looked up slowly.