HIS KEPT WOMAN: Stripped Bare

Author’s Note: This is a part of my Kept Woman series.

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And they say it is an act of courage to be and to own all of who you are. No apologies. No excuses. No masks to cover the truth.

And I think the greatest act of courage would be to have someone own you and control you.

I actually only recently have discovered my submissive side, and I am learning new things about myself and submission in general every single day.

I have never been in a D/S relationship before.

But there was something about Sir that made me say yes.

I guess it is true what they say when they said Curiosity killed the cat.

My Sir, he has always been such a dominating person for me that it just made sense for him and I to adopt this new level of intimacy.

He gives me commands that I must follow, and I happily comply because I want to be a good girl for him and make him proud.

Good girls get rewards.

Bad girls get punishments.

And while I want to be a good girl all the time and make him happy and proud, my curious nature sometimes takes over, and I wonder what punishments he has in mind.

Curiosity punished the bad girl.

I don’t want to be punished. Well, maybe I do… just a little…

It is not that I want to feel pain.

It’s not that I want to be treated roughly.

But do I want to have rough sex.

I crave for rough sex.

But the word “craving” doesn’t even begin to cover it…

Anyone can give it to me.

But I don’t want anyone else.

I am his.

He owns me.

Life exists for me only when he allows it.

Liberty and freedom—they are no longer mine.

I am to serve as he says, when he says, and with whatever he says.

No questions.

Happiness exists because I completely and wholly submit to his every desire.

He can blindfold me.

Do all the things he fantasized about.

He knows what I like because we both realize we are cut from the same cloth.

I trust him and I give him complete control.

I know he will treat my body to the same ecstasy that he satisfies my mind with.

After all… my mind is how he captured me to begin with

And if he knew what I wanted, he’ll probably want to choke me.

And if he does it with his cock inside me while making eye contact I promise I won’t complain.

I want to be tied up to a bed post against my will.

I want to be stripped of all my clothes and any other protection.

I want to be hungered for and devoured like the last meal.

I want to feel what it is to be dominated and relinquish all control.

I want scars and bruises that remind me that you were there.

I want to feel his nails dragging across my skin.

I want to feel his rough hands pulling at my hair and jerking my head back to look at him in his dominant, powerful, intense, amazing eyes.

I want his mouth biting at my back and my tits, breaking the skin and leaving blood and bruises everywhere.

I want his fingers twisting and pulling at my nipples working me into a sexual frenzy.

I want to hear his voice whispering the filthiest things in my ear before nuzzling on it.

I want his arms twisting tighter and tighter around my neck, choking me until I couldn’t breathe.

I want his hands cupping my ass then slamming his hands across it, leaving the brightest and most beautiful bruises that you ever did see.

I want his amazing cock pounding into my wet pussy harder than I ever believed was possible from all angles.

And lastly, his cum drizzling all over my makeup-smeared face, tits and pussy.

HIS KEPT WOMAN: AT HIS SERVICE

What more can one man ask for in life?

A gorgeous woman wearing nothing but a blindfold and platform heels.

“Who do you belong to?”  I asked softly into her ear.

“You.”  She whispered back.  Her voice trembling.

“Only to me. That is right. And I will have ALL of you.”

I ran my other hand down her stomach to cup the warm wetness between her legs.

“There is still one price not paid, my little kitten.  I mean to take it… now.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath.

A price = a punishment.

She knew what I wanted.  She knew what the price was.

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With my voice in a whisper, I will let you squirm.

I’m going to tell you what I do to bad girls.

I will start by tying you to the bed.

I will blindfold you so you will not see what is coming.

When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you.

You shall not speak during your punishment.

Your punishment will start with a feather.

I will run that feather over your entire body.

From your toes and feet.

Up to your calves and between your thighs.

To your stomach and teasing your breasts.

Down each arm and back up to your neck.

Around your ears and face.

When the feather is complete I will touch you, with my hands all over.

I will touch your face and arms, lightly.

My fingers will trace your stomach and outer thighs.

I will tease your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe.

I will return to your breasts.

Each nipple will be caressed, until they are flushed.

Then they will be teased, and pinched, until they are hard.

When they are hard they will be twisted and pulled, until they are tender.

I will flick and slap them, until they ache.

When they ache I will put clamps on them, to remind you they are mine.

Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want.

And I want to, often.

Following your nipples my hands will find your pussy.

They will slide into your wetness and up and down your slit.

Gently and slowly at first.

Being careful not to let you cum, as aroused as you already will be.

I will tease and touch your clit.

Working up to a faster pace of fingering.

When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second.

When two are inadequate, I will give you a third.

Three fingers and my thumb on your clit.

When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second.

Gentleness will be replaced by urgency.

My fingers on your g-spot.

Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards.

When you start to thrash and beg me to stop, I will pin down your legs with mine.

Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you.

Each more intense and furious than the last.

When I’m done, I will let you recover. 

I will explore your ass.

Your sweet virgin ass is mine.

Your eyes often beg me to take it.

You hate me for prolonging the desire.

I start at your asshole, my finger tracing its outline.

Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in.

When I am fully in, I slide out.

Slowly.

Working up to a second finger.

Working up to a faster speed.

While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks.

I part them for a better view.

I enjoy watching your ass swallow my fingers.

When you are ready, I will insert your plug.

With the blindfold on, you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls.

With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks.

Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking.

Bad girls deserve no less.

Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue.

Again, they will explore you all over.

Each toe will be savored, your ankles and calves kissed.

I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds.

I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button.

My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach.

The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you.

Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.

I will kiss you.

Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth.

Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.

I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue.

I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth.

Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.

I will lick your clit.

The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations.

I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you.

My tongue will explore your pussy hole.

Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up.

I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched.

I will make you cum.

And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs.

The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt.

Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.

Next I will untie you, briefly.

Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock.

Do not try to lick it.

Do not try to kiss it.

Do not try to suck it.

For in this position, I will fuck your face.

There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved.

I will be using you.

When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you.

My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat.

My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear.

I will not grace you with my cum.

When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will re-tie you to the bed.

I will use your pussy next.

My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps.

I will fuck you.

It will be violent and hard.

I will make you hurt.

Your tight little pussy will be stretched.

When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy.

I will push your head and face into the mattress.

I will pull your hair.

I will slap your ass.

I will use your plug against you.

I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in.

I will thrust my cock in you.

When I am ready, I will cum on you.

Maybe your pussy, maybe your face.

Maybe between your tits.

Maybe on your ass.

I will not cum where you want me to.

I will cum where I want to.

Where it pleases me and when I am done with you.

And that…

That is what I do to bad girls.

I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought.

I can tell from the wetness in your panties.

I can tell from the hardness of your nipples and your hands wringing in those ropes.

I can tell from the way you moved your head.

I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.

Are you ready for your punishment now, my kitten?

Possibly Maybe (The Last Part)

Mon petit Vulcan

You're eruptions and disasters

I keep calm

Admiring your lava

I keep calm

She loves it when she feels the muscles in his legs tighten.

She loves it when he is rock hard and at her mercy.

And he breaks eye contact because he cannot stop his eyes from rolling back.

He lets out a hiss.

He growls her name.

She knows he was getting close.

She knows he is on fire.

And now she has a big decision to make…

Will she continue her relentless determination to make him cum in her mouth?

Will she withdraw to straddle him so she can ride him until he screams her name?

Or will she wait until she can feel his cock at the edge of glory and stop.

Yes, stop and deny him his release…

So she can begin this amazing torture all over again.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

And it was just so easy for him to drape his arms around her like he owned her, but she knew it wasn't the case.

Yet she longs for it...

No, she pines for it...

But isn't longing and pining the same?

And as he slowly turned to face her and looked her in the eyes, she knew she was a goner.

Those eyes - his eyes - she could get lost in them and not find her way back.

And she tried to look away, but he didn't let her.

He cupped her chin with his other hand and just held her gaze.

And she wanted him...

No, she needed him...

But is wanting and needing the same?

Electric shocks?

I love them!

With you dozen a day

But after a while I wonder

Where's that love you promised me?

Where is it?

He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, and kissed her hard on the lips.

His free hand slipped south, tracing over the slight swell of her stomach before finding that warmth between her legs.

She moaned against his mouth, and he started to stroke her, the pressure increasing with each slide, fingers pressed against cunt, getting slick as each moment slipped past.

And his mouth went from her lips to her neck, savoring the scent of her, the taste, the texture of her skin against his teeth and his tongue.

Her head was rocking back.

Her hips bucking onto his hand.

They fucked, slowly at first, the build more important than the squeeze around his cock, but by the time they were finished he was exhausted, and she was panting.

There were asleep not long after.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

He kissed her as if it was the last thing he was ever going to do.

His lips touched only her lips, and her body felt as if it was being engulfed.

No part of her was left untouched by the heat of that kiss—his kiss.

And when it was done with her body, it entered her very heart and soul.

It changed from a physical act back to the flame of love it had started from.

But it was one-sided flame.

She knew that.

And yet she welcomed the kiss like it meant he loved her as she did him.

How can you offer me love like that?

My heart's burned

How can you offer me love like that?

I'm exhausted

Leave me alone

She settled on the bed between his legs, crouched and hunched.

The blanket was long gone, thrown off the bed and onto the floor before she’d even started.

Here she was, faced with his soft length, still smelling faintly of sex.

She kissed it, from the base up to the tip, before taking it in her mouth.

It started to come awake far before he did.

It was being stimulated, and so it reacted.

He groaned, but his eyes didn’t flicker.

She grinned. She slid her tongue around that swelling head, finding the gap between foreskin and the
thickness of him, and pushing that oral muscle straight between the two.

He groaned again, longer this time.

It wasn’t the first time she’d woken him up with her mouth.

He groaned again, his hips rolling for a moment, before they stopped.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled.

She sucked, sliding her tongue around the head of him, doing laps.

He groaned again, his whole body twitching.

“What. Are. You. Doing.” His eyes were open now, and his mouth was hanging open slightly, his breath coming in quick.

She didn’t answer him,

Instead, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth.

And he filled her mouth with cum.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

A patch of sunlight comes through the window and makes me think how good he’d look lying in it.

Naked.

Like a curled kitten absorbing the warmth.

He was a dangerous notion—a mistake waiting to happen.

Pretty eyes.

A smile that could light up a 10-storey building, and he knew how to use that smile well.

His voice—it melted away the heart of a young soul.

His lips — you could savor them and hang onto them like candy.

He has strong arms and you could grab onto those arms like boulders while riding him like the stallion that he is.

He is a wild notion.

He is a dangerous fact.

She would like to tame him. Claim him as her own.

But she knew she could never.

Since we broke up

I'm using lipstick again

I suck my tongue in remembrance of you...

Longing.

Shakespeare said “Parting is such sweet sorrow”, but there is nothing sweet about this.

He was gone.

His breath, his scent, his voice, his touch…

How could it hurt so much when he was gone?

For when he was with her, he was her world.

And for a time, she knew she was his.

How cruel it was that it had to end?

Her heart broke.

How could it hurt her so much?

And she still dreams of his hands all over her and how they lay claim over her body.

How his mouth caressed the hollow of her throat.

How her hips rise to meet his.

And she wonders if he dreams of having her beneath him writhing and moaning his name.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly Maybe (The First Part)

And this is just because I’m listening to Bjork right now. – DropDeadDiva

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Your flirt finds me out

Teases the crack in me

Smittens me with hope

She plays with his damp hair, and she kisses his chin.

She felt the sweat on his skin merging with hers.

She felt his full weight with him being on top, but she did not mind at all.

Why is he so beautiful?

She cupped his face and pulled him close to hers and kissed him full on the lips.

Something inside her stirred.

A part of him was still embedded within her.

“You still want me, huh?’ He grinned.

“Always.” She replied.

“How do you want it this time?”

“Don’t ask.” She tells him. “I just want to feel your hard inside me again. I want your hands all over my body.”

He shoved a pillow between them and rolled her on top of it.

She was now face down on the bed.

He used his knees to spread her legs.

He put a finger inside her and held her shoulders down as he slid his cock into her wet pussy and fucks her fast and hard.

They both make noise as they cum.

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

Possibly maybe

She looked at him as he slept—calmly like a baby.

His hair. Just how erotic a misplaced strand of hair can be?

His lips. They can do wonders.

His kisses. Sometimes a kiss is just kiss. Other times a kiss is a wet, sensual, heart-throbbing, soul-touching, mind-altering exploration of the senses—his kisses are just like that.
His looks — he had one of those looks that could capsize any heart. It always leaves her swimming in an ocean of lust and of love.

Wait, love? Where did that come from?

Is she really in love?

Possibly.

Maybe.

As much as I definitely enjoy solitude

I wouldn't mind perhaps

Spending little time with you

Sometimes

Sometimes

He is doing the circle thing with his tongue again.

And he knows it is going to drive her crazy.

He does the circle thing with his tongue and then he stops and just holds it there.

If she tries to move a muscle, he holds her back.
He does it again and stops.

Presses into her tight.

“Oh fuck,” She says.

He won’t let her move.

Circles with his tongue.

Does it again and again.

Stops.

Circles.

Does it again.

Stops.
It is driving her nuts.

If she were standing up right now, she would have collapsed on the floor in ecstasy.

Fast little circles.

Stops.

She can’t take it anymore.

She is going to burst any second now.

“Cum,” he tells her and puts his head back down.

She gave in.

Possibly maybe

Probably love

Possibly maybe

Probably love

With one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile, she looked at him.

She was daring him.

She isn’t really beautiful, but she is no plain Jane either.

And him? In her eyes, he is gorgeous.

He is just right for her.

She bit her lip.

She stared right in his eyes without looking away, without blinking.

“Stop that.” He said.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” But she smiled knowingly and then looked away.

Uncertainty excites me

Baby, who knows what's going to happen?

Lottery or car crash

Or you'll join a cult

Nothing beats a slow dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner together.

She led him in the corner. He can’t get away now.

His back was against the cupboards, and there’s not a lot of room to sit.

She puts her hand on his chest and kiss him hard on the mouth.

She took a slice of an orange and put it in his mouth.

She placed her mouth on his.

They eat the orange together pushing the piece back and forth with their tongues.

She ran her fingers down his body and then grabbed him through his sweatpants.

He is hard.
She liked how he felt through the cloth.

She squeezed harder and kissed him harder on the lips.

He moaned.

“I want you!”
He pulled her shirt off over her head.

She ran her hands down his sides and pulled on the sweatpants.

She cupped his balls and kissed his neck.

He took off her jeans and got her up on the kitchen table.

“Now, I’ll fuck you.” He tells her.

Probably maybe

Possibly love

He says probably maybe

Possibly love

Possibly

The stars never looked so beautiful to her.

Until tonight, that is.

Stargazing was never her thing.

But tonight, yes tonight was different.

Tonight, she is seeing things in a different set of eyes.

Or it could all be because of the man beside her.

And as she turned sideways and watched him talk about the stars, she just stared.

“Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, am I?” –she smiled as she remembered that line from a song.

He turned to her then and grinned that grin of his that made her heart go flippity-flop.

He reached for her hand and squeezed it and just held it right next to his as his gaze returned to the stars again.

She sighed a deep sigh and did the same.

TO BE CONTINUED