In The Woods

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Decadent Darkness

Juicy sweet decadent darkness
Luscious tasty pleasurable pain
The ambrosia of delight
Is getting lost in your touch

Smooth like delectable chocolate
The softness of you in my mouth
Pleasing you, pleasuring you
Falling into the abyss of your commands

Hunger like a ravening animal
Passions stirred beyond reason
Taking it, accepting it
Embracing the sweetness of pain

Hands molding the responses
Of this body in submission
Teeth rending the screams from my throat
Lost in the beauty of your touch

Flying ever skyward
Heaven surrounding us
The stars enfolding us
Soaring without wings

Lost in the dance
Your dominance, my submission
Floating in decadence
Surrender to a higher calling

We answer the call without fear
We heed the call with open trust
We travel where it takes us
Or be forever lost.


Image and poem:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Where I Wanna Go, What I Wanna Do

Where do I wanna go?
I wanna go where your cock is hard and your sweat is slick.
I wanna go where your spirit hides and your muscles go weak.
I wanna go where your animal pounces and growls with need.

What do I wanna do?
I wanna suck your cock when I get there.
I wanna fuck you til neither of us can walk.
I wanna feel you tight between my thighs.

Where do I wanna go?
I wanna go where the darkness lurks inside my soul.
I wanna go where I can't hide from what feeds my essence.
I wanna go where there are no options but giving you all I have.

What do I wanna do?
I wanna laugh with the dark cravings of lust and pain.
I wanna lose myself in the moment of your powerful touch.
I wanna find myself kneeling at your feet offering you all that I am.

© Dawn C. Davis

The Table

Oh god, bound and gagged. What would happen next? Rarely does he bind me, and he’s never gagged me before. Nerves race through me as I lie helpless on the metal table. The surface has finally warmed from the heat of my naked body and my breathing is finally starting to calm to a normal level. I look around as best I can but I can’t see much. I hear a pulsing rhythm like an over loud bass reverberating through the table and my ears, like someone has their subwoofer turned up too loud.

He led me in here, ordered me to strip and lay on the table. He then spread me out and bound me with chains and put the gag in my mouth, fastening it behind my head. He knows how I feel about gags but I didn’t fight it. It’s small, like a horses bit; not exactly a gag. I should be able to breath around it just fine. The table is metal and is on locking casters but I didn’t have time to really get a good look at it.

Momentarily the music gets louder, and then muffles again, but I can hear footsteps coming toward me. “How are you doing my whore? Are you all right?”

Unable to do anything else, I nod.

You start lightly caressing my body as you walk around the table. My face, a breast, my belly, down my thigh, the sole of my foot, and then back up the other side. You pause at the juncture between my legs and dip a finger into my folds. You chuckle silently then hold your now wet finger before my face and slowly smear my juices on my lips. Bending down, you whisper in my ear, “My whore, I will be with you the whole time. Do you trust me?”

I look at you questioningly, but answer the only way I can, I nod…because I do.

You caress my face, kissing me briefly on the forehead and then stand up straight. Suddenly there are others around me. I catch only a glimpse of them when you put the blacked out goggles over my eyes. I hear metal catches and then the table is moving, with me on it. The door opens again and the driving bass has been replaced with music that is easier to handle. I’m scared and nervous, but I trust you to take care of me.

We take several turns with the table. At each turn the music gets a little louder, a little more distinct. Finally we stop, and once again I feel a hand traveling down my body and I feel your breath next to my ear, “Show time, my whore.”

Suddenly a door opens before us and the music is louder once again and the table is moving. I start taking deep calming breaths. I can hear and feel people crowding around me. Periodically a hand, or something, touches me. I’m disoriented and nervous, but I know you are beside me. I feel your hand on mine.

The table comes to a stop and I hear the casters locked back in place. I roll my head on my neck, stretch my arms and legs as best I can, and then relax. Suddenly, something is released on the table and I am upright. The table was actually a frame and I am nestled inside of it. The back disappears and I am completely exposed, spread-eagled within the frame.

“Are you all right my whore?”

I am so happy to hear your voice and nod immediately.

“I am right here and will be here no matter what. Do you understand?”

I nod again and relax. I trust you to take care of me.

I feel your lips on mine, even around the bit in my mouth, and I am grateful that you are my Sir.

I suddenly feel a cool air waft over me over and over, and then the blows of the flogger start. Slowly at first, gently; but with each wave of air, they get faster, harder. Then a second flogger matches the first. I am now being flogged both back and front. I relax into the expertise that I feel. There is a rhythm to them. The floggers are using the beat of the music to keep in tune, perfectly matched, but neither hitting me at the same time. First back, then front, then back again. Periodically two blows will land on one side while the other holds off. It is heady stuff and distracting. I never know when or where the next blow will land. Two floggers. That alone is boggling my mind, but then it starts to register that the hits are getting more insistent and I cannot escape or move away from them. While I’m processing the hit on the back, I receive one on the front. They become increasingly more insistent and I find myself lost in the rhythm of it, though I can feel my skin becoming more and more sensitized.

I hear myself moaning and realize that I have started to drool. I’m having a difficult time keeping my saliva in check with the bit in my mouth. This makes me feel more vulnerable and exposed.

The hits continue to ramp up, coming faster, landing more insistently on my flesh. I can feel my body swaying inside the frame as I try to both reach for and get away from the blows when suddenly, they stop. The music has come to an end.

Now things get really strange. Suddenly what was the back of the table becomes the front of the table and it tilts until I am lying on my stomach. I feel a strap holding my head in place.

Then I hear the music start up again and it’s a driving beat. I can only imagine what will come next. I don’t have long to wait as I feel the first blow of the cane, in a light tapping up and down my backside, including the soles of my feet. I was wet before but now I know that my essence will be flowing freely. I cannot help but lift my ass to the blows. They feel so good against my skin. All I can think about is wanting more. I hear shuffling around me but I am focused on the cadence of the blows. Suddenly I feel the table shifting and I am no longer completely on my stomach but at an angle. The rhythm of the cane never ceases, never misses a beat and I just starting to get lost in it again when I fingers on my head.

Drool has been flowing freely from my mouth. I had completely forgotten the bit, I was so lost in the beautiful feel of the cane; but the bit is not being removed from my mouth. Before I can even think to lick the spittle from my lips, I feel something insistent against my lips, pushing my mouth open further and I feel a hand on my head tilting my head back so that a better angle is reached. I recognize there is a cock being shoved between my lips and I greedily suck it in, allowing my saliva to coat it completely as the caning continues. The cane and the cock develop a rhythm with the music, just like the twin floggers did. I am lost in it. The bearer of the cock knows enough to not jam it down my throat. I’m certain I have my Sir to thank for that. Only a certain kind of sadomasochist likes vomit on their cock…and I despise throwing up.

The cock feels good in my mouth. The beat of the cane grows more insistent. I want to concentrate on one or the other but I can’t. When I start to focus on one, the other one grabs my attention with a fierce blow or deeper thrust. I go back and forth until I finally stop trying and just allow myself to be. Lost in the beauty of the blows, my mouth held open by the driving cock. I have no idea how long it continues but the music changes, starts to slow down, and then fade away. The cock escapes my grasping lips. The cane disappears after one last solid blow that causes me to scream.

Then you are there beside me, shushing me, telling me to take a drink of water as you hold the glass to my lips. You kiss my brow, then my lips, your hand caresses my face and I lean into it, kissing your fingers.

The contraption I have been bound to is set upright again and the surface is folded away as I am once again bound within the frame of it and fully exposed. There is silence as someone spreads my pussy lips apart and fastens clamps to them and then places a weight on them. I groan with the addition of the weight and then it is placed in motion, a slow back and forth, pulling on my nether lips.

I hear no music, but I hear something coming through the sound system. It sounds like water and it is relaxing, lulling me…and then I feel the first hot spray hit my body, then another and another. I don’t know for sure, but I think people are pissing on me. Someone is getting creative. I can feel someone almost drawing on me with the spray of their piss.

As that other time, with Sir, as soon as the piss runs down my body and reaches my pussy, I cannot control it and I start to piss too. I am mortified. I am peeing on myself. It’s running down the chains on the clamps and causing the weight to move more. There is piss streaming all over me, front and back, sides, up and down my body, multiple streams of piss. I can smell it. When one stream ends, there seems to be another to take its place, but finally it trickles out. I can hear moaning and it takes me a moment to realize that it is me. I feel a finger running up the inside of my thigh and then the first clamp is released and I scream. I pant for a moment and then the second clamp is quickly removed and I scream again. I hear your voice in my ear shushing me again, your hand on my head calming me, as you order me to drink more water.

Then I hear music starting up again and wonder what will come next when I hear it; the inexorable sound of the Hitachi. I’m not ready for the sensations to be done, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Who wants piss all over their toys? But I should know my Sir better than that.

When the Hitachi hits my pussy, I feel the driving pounding of a paddle. No more warm up. I buck against it and it drives me onto the vibrator. I back away from that only to get a resounding smack with the paddle. Back and forth, back and forth. I cannot escape either torment, and no matter how much I may want to escape, I also want more. With each blow of the paddle my essence squirts from my pussy. With each drive into the Hitachi, my clit becomes more and more sensitized.

Then the paddle stops, the vibrator removed, and I breathe for a moment but I am not allowed to rest long this time. The table once again is behind my back and I am flipped onto that side. Something small and flat starts spanking my pussy and I groan with the new sensation on my engorged pussy. I start bucking and humping with each blow. I want more, I need more. I feel myself shaking my head back and forth and I hear my own voice, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please just fuck me.”

Suddenly the table converts again only this time it seems that only the bottom part of the table is gone and then I feel a person standing between my stretched out legs and something is being pushed relentlessly into my pussy, fucking me. A rhythm starts and I can tell that someone is actually physically fucking me with their cock. I love the feel of the cock and even though I am mostly immobile, I try my hardest to thrust against it, wanting more. He’s teasing me with it though, going smooth and even. I want driving, forceful thrusts. I want it hard and fast. “Please, please god, just fuck me!” I scream the last two words. I need it so badly. And then the music changes again to a driving beat and the man between my legs starts finally to fuck me in earnest. It feels so good I don’t ever want it to stop, and then I realize that I’m feeling something.

I sense people pressing in around me, around us, and then there is warmth spreading out, landing on my flesh. It takes me a moment but I finally realize that men are releasing their cum all over my body. It’s landing on my face, legs, breasts, belly, feet. And then I hear a roar as the man between my legs releases inside of me (I trust that you have taken care that a condom is used).

I am sensitized beyond anything I have experienced before. My pussy is streaming wet with my arousal. I want more pain but I am actually in a place where I want release more…and then I hear the Hitachi again and hope rises in me.

“You’ve done well my whore; now let’s show them how it’s really done.”

I can hear how pleased you are with how things have gone. I feel your fingers drive inside of me and you chuckle. “Oh this one is going to be easy my whore.”

I realize that you have found my g-spot and that it is seriously engorged. You put pressure on in it as you rub it over and over again. The Hitachi is against my clit and I’m humping it like it is the last time I may ever get to have an orgasm. Back and forth. I feel the pressure building and start begging you to not stop. The pressure builds and builds until I cannot help but force it out of me. I start squirting all over your hand but you never stop the pressure on either g-spot or clit. I lose count of the number of orgasms you rip from my body. I’m laughing and crying all at once and I just get lost in the ecstasy of your hands on my body, in my body.

I have no idea when it ends. I think I might have passed out. I come to in a bathroom, lying on the floor outside a shower. You are sitting there with me, holding me; looks of concern and pleasure fighting for supremacy on your face. When I smile at you, the pleasure wins. You stroke my hair, touch my face, kiss me.

“Such good energy my whore.”

© Dawn C. Davis

Party Favor

i arrive at the appointed time. i’m unfamiliar with the place You have requested i meet You at. i’m nervous. You've never asked that i meet You somewhere before, prepared as i would be for a high protocol session. As instructed, i stand before the door and arrange my long coat so that my naked body is exposed to only the door in front of me and not the neighbors though the surrounding area is rather dark and industrial looking. There is a bare utilitarian light hanging over the door illuminating the area, casting my shadow behind me. i shiver but not with cold as it is a warm evening. Anticipation courses through my body along with nervousness and trepidation.

You have instructed me that this will be very high protocol and to expect the unexpected. i knock on the door and wait; my eyes cast down, my hands down at my sides but facing forward as though presenting an offering, for that is exactly what i am for You.

The door slowly opens and i can see black boots before me. There is quiet for a moment and then i hear Your beloved voice, “Look at you My whore; standing there naked like a willing sacrifice. What have you brought me?”

My throat is dry with my fear. i cough then state clearly, “Sir, i bring You my body, my mind, my spirit and will; for Your use, Your pleasure, however You desire.”

“Whose whore are you?”

“i am Your whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.”

“And I may use you however I desire.”

“Yes Sir. Please Sir.”

You chuckle at my begging. “Come in my whore.”

Your step aside and let me into the building. The room is dark, barely illuminated but You stop me inside closing the door and remove my coat, giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. Then You circle me, inspecting me, touching my hair, my back, my ass, my breast, Your hand touches my shaved pussy and then slides down my naked thigh. You order me to remove my heels.

“Look at Me My whore.”

i slowly raise my head and meet Your eyes. There is a small smile on Your lips and Your eyes show happiness with what i have brought You. Your hand reaches up, tangling in my hair, forcing my head back as Your mouth descends on mine. Brutally You possess my mouth, our tongues battling for supremacy, our animal passions rising to the surface spontaneously. i melt into You, a moan escaping my lips and just as suddenly as the kiss started, it ends. You hold onto my hair only long enough to make sure i do not lose my balance.

You step back, reaching over to grab something off a shelf. “Kneel.”

i quickly comply and You place a hood over my head, effectively covering my eyes and ears, muffling but not eliminating sound, leaving my mouth and nose open so that i have no problems breathing. i feel enclosed, safe as the hood is tightened in place. You order me to present my left hand and You place a cuff tightly around it then repeat with the right. i shift a little on the concrete floor, and You ask me if my knees are alright. i nod, licking my lips, afraid to speak because my voice will quiver.

i feel You lean over me, Your mouth kisses my exposed cheek then i hear Your voice in my ear. “There will be only one safe word tonight my whore. That word that will stop everything. If you speak it, I will take you home and take care of you. Do you understand?”

Again, i nod. i do not trust my voice at all anymore. i’m scared, i’m exhilarated, i trust You completely.

“Good girl.”

i smile at the pleasure i hear in Your voice then suddenly gasp as Your nails rake across my breasts, down my stomach and back up again. When they reach my breasts once more Your fingers pinch my nipples without mercy. The pain is sharp, intense, exquisite as You lift my breasts, lifting me with them. i start panting trying to enter into the pain and just as suddenly You release me. i sense You moving around behind me then hear the snick of Your knife blade releasing and being opened. i shiver with anticipation and hold myself very still as the knife slowly, carefully draws a circle around the base of my neck. my breaths are now coming slow and steady with the wonderful sensation of Your knife on my skin. i am quickly entering that beautiful space where there is no beginning, no middle, no end, just sensation, pleasurable pain, sensual torment, and beautiful release.

i feel the blade moving down my spine in a serpentine fashion and i feel my energy rise to meet it and cannot stop the laughter that escapes my lips from the sheer joy of the sensation. You move the blade around my ass cheek and up the front of my thigh, touching my pussy, my clit, i gasp at the sensation and my essence escapes my secret folds. i hear Your voice in my ear once again, “I can smell your excitement My whore. Are you wet for Me?”

“Yes Sir. i am very wet for You.”

“I will have to check for Myself soon.”

The knife continues up the front of my body, making swirling patterns on my flesh, causing me to stop laughing and gasp when it reaches the sensitive underside of my breast then up to press ever so slightly against my nipple. i arch into the sensation, releasing my breath with a deep moan.

Suddenly Your other hand circles my throat, holding me still and pressing on the points that cut off the necessary supply of oxygen to my brain, but only for a moment. i lean into You, trusting You, knowing You will take us both to wonderful places. A blade on my nipple, a hand on my throat; i want to swoon with the sheer wonderful feeling of giving You everything giving up this power to You.

You apply just a little more pressure to my throat, i’m having a hard time breathing but am not afraid, then the pressure lifts and Your hand rises and cups my face, my chin, tilting my head back You kiss me once again, gently, possessively. “Stand up My whore.”

It takes me a moment to get back into my body enough to obey and my legs are a little shaky, but Your hand on my arm steadies me.

“Tonight You may be asked who you are, what Your name is. Your only answer to these questions is that you are Sir's whore. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir. i am Your whore, Sir's whore.”

Once again i feel Your hands roaming over my body, touching me, claiming me. i feel like You are somehow marking me and then i feel it; supple leather circling my neck. You are placing a collar on me. There is tugging as the collar is buckled into place and then i feel a weight attached to it. You are locking the collar in place. It is rare enough that You place a collar on me for our play but a lock is unheard of.

Everything You have said to me crashes through my brain. Expect the unexpected, stop play safe word only, no name, only that i belong to You. i take deep breaths, trying to get my bearings and ground my energy. You start breathing with me, slowing my pace, helping me to regain my equilibrium. Soon i am calm, breathing deeply and slowly.

You back me up to a wall and order me to spread my legs. i wonder what is happening but do not have long to wait. Soon i can feel You at my feet, placing cuffs on my ankles. i know that whatever may happen tonight, i may very well get completely bound. Once the cuffs are in place i feel You move away from me.

“Are you ready My whore?”

i take one more deep cleansing breath, “Yes Sir, to please You.”

Your hand takes mine and pulls me in close, once again Your voice in my ear. “Good girl.” Then You leading me through the space around obstacles it seems, and into another room where it feels, it sounds almost cavernous, but i can hear and sense people. No one touches me and You are deft at Your leading me as i touch nothing except Your hand and my bare feet on the floor.

You lead me to an apparatus and help me into position. It feels like a spanking bench of some sort. You attach my wrist and ankle cuffs to various points on the bench then i feel Your hands running over my body once again.

i hear murmurings around me, indistinct words being spoken. i hear what seems to be the clinking of silverware and glassware. Is there a party going on? Suddenly i hear a loud voice, it sounds projected like with a sound system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, guests, I’m certain that you have all enjoyed the festivities thus far. The fare has been quite splendid this evening but we still have a very special treat. Our dessert and final entertainment of the evening has been brought in for everyone’s pleasure. Remember the rules and all final decisions belong to the owner. Please take turns and enjoy.”

my heart skips a beat and i can feel my hands grow clammy at my sudden nervousness, but then i feel Your hand on my neck, the nails of Your other hand gliding down my back and then Your hand lands with a hard slap on my ass. i breathe deep and immediately feel calm.

i heard a round of laughter with the slap on my ass and then i feel someone standing beside me and a latex covered hand running over my skin. The touch is foreign, unknown. The touch goes from hard to soft to hard again as though checking the resiliency of my flesh. Suddenly i feel one hand in the small of my back and the other hand lands over and over on my buttocks, raining blows on one cheek and then the other. Just as i am about to reach my limit of these hard hits, they stop and the hand starts slowly rubbing the abused the flesh. The sensation makes me squirm with the pleasure of it all. i feel Your presence next to me like an anchor keeping me focused and centered. i take the sensations in and feed the energy to You. It is what i always do with the energy. i don’t know any other way to deal with it.

The spanking continues one for a bit more, then someone else moves forward to take its place. There is no longer any gender involved. i have no idea who is going to do what to me and it no longer matters. The next person brings a flogger and the blows land mercilessly on my back, ass, and legs. i focus on my breathing and then i feel Your hand on my head and i relax into the sensation, becoming one with the pain. At that moment, i feel the juices from my pussy once again start to escape my intimate folds. The flogging ends, only to be replaced with lube and a butt-plug. The insistent entry to my nether region brings a moan to my lips as my hips start to buck against the lovely invasion. The person inserting it plays with it for a bit, pulling and pushing on it, fucking my ass with it.

This person is replaced by someone else with a cane. The caning is exquisite and brings purring and moans from my lips. i hear loud whispers about my reaction to the caning. The blows started soft and built in intensity until i screamed with the final blows; one on each ass cheek. They burned and i am certain i will have marks from them.

The caning is replaced with a paddle. The cool wood glides across my hot flesh, introducing itself like a new lover. i squirm against the coolness with how deliciously wonderful it feels, cooling me off, yet raising my hunger for more. Suddenly the blows start landing, ass cheeks, thighs, calves, feet and back up again. Back and forth, light taps followed by hard slaps. The rhythm varies and i cannot wrap my head around it. i can tell i’m starting to get lost. i can’t find my anchor and i’m close to screaming and losing control, almost ready to say my safe word when it stops and i feel You close to me, touching my head, giving me the control i need to go deeper.

Someone starts playing with the butt-plug again. i don’t know if it’s a new person or the person who was playing with it before. They play me and it like an instrument though. It takes mere moments before i am humping the bench, the air, trying to get good deep thrusts with it and suddenly the butt-plug is gone. i whimper with the loss but not for very long. Something infinitely harder is placed against my nether opening and slowly slid into place. i recognize the ass hook and groan with the sheer beauty of how it feels in my ass. The person inserting it plays with it a bit, fucking me with it and moans escape my lips as i try to rise up to meet it, desperately wanting more.

It’s released but stays embedded in my body. Someone new starts threading what i surmise is rope through the hook tightening it into my body, making me writhe with the erotic feel of it. As soon as they are done tying it up, i can feel that as i squirm i will effectively fuck myself with the ass hook. i look forward to what is to happen next that may give me the incentive to move against the hook in a way that will take me yet deeper into my happy whore space.

The next instrument of torment is strap. This was not what i had bargained for. This is hard to take. It stings and i want to get away from it but i am cemented in place with the ass hook buried deep inside of me. Again, i am almost come undone when i feel Your hand on my shoulder and i breathe through it. The blows let up and are replaced with the whip.

Whoever is wielding the whip is expert. The blows move from subtle brushes to full on cracks. They move back and forth between beautiful caresses that make me want more to burning bites that i want desperately to get away from, but the person is reading me and seeing what i react to and how and easily falls into a rhythm that causes me to melt and go ever deeper into the wonderful dark place of erotic pain. Soon the blows become more insistent until each hit is a burn on my flesh and with the final crack, i scream long and loud.

i feel You lean down next me, Your raspy voice in my ear, “Checking in My whore. Are you all right?”

i try to smile for You but i’m floating and don’t know if it really comes across. “Oh yes Sir.”

You kiss my check and then hold a glass of water to my lips. It’s awkward but doable. i never drink that much water during play anyway. Once hydrated, the next person comes up to have their way and i whimper when i feel the rope on the ass hood released. i’m afraid it will be coming out next and i don’t want to lose the beautiful sensation…and i am not wrong. The next thing to happen; the ass hook is pulled from my body and i cry out at the loss of it.

As the evening progresses each person brings their own implement of torment and delight. There is a pussy paddling, there is a dildo inserted in my pussy and i am fucked mercilessly, there is a riding crop, a whippy cane type thing that just about sends me over the edge (i learn later it is the bee stinger, but wielded by someone who did not know or understand its strength). There is more flogging, there is someone who fucks my mouth, someone who fucks my pussy, there is scratching, and biting and then, there is the finishing whip.

The person who wields tells me i will ask for and count each stroke. There will be 10. You know my fear of this implement. It has been used mercilessly on me, but there is a fine line between effective and useless with it.

i gather my courage, “Please Sir, may i have the first blow?” It lands just about right. There is no burn so i am hopeful that i will be able to get through 10 hits if the person using it knows how to gage the blows. “Please Sir; may i have the second blow?” The second lands on my other ass check at about the same hardness. i breathe deeply, calming myself and ask for the third, then fourth blows, taking a breath after each blow. Each odd number blow gets a little harder. by the time we reach 8, i’m not sure i will be able to take the final two.

i take one more deep breath, “Please Sir, may i have the ninth blow?” i almost tighten up but before the words are completely out of my mouth the blow lands and a few seconds later the burn starts and i scream. Your hand is on my shoulder, urging me to breath. i pant for a bit and then breathe deeply once again. i nod, not knowing if You are watching me or not. “Please Sir, may i…” and the tenth blow lands on my other cheek and once again i scream when the burn hits a few seconds later. i start sobbing and trying to breath. You calm me, getting me to breathe with You. Each breath becoming deeper until i am calm.

Once again You check in with me and i tell you that i am okay. i feel Your lips on my cheek as You whisper in my ear, “you are My good whore.”

i smile at the pleasure and pride i hear in Your voice.

Suddenly it feels like everyone is crowding around us. i can feel the press of bodies, hear them even though only You are touching me and then i feel cold lube on my pussy again, and i think i am going to get fucked again, but no. Cold hard steel enters my pussy and then i hear the hum of the Hitachi. Now comes the pinnacle of the evening for me. i know i will be forced to orgasm.

i hear Your voice in my ear as the Hitachi comes into contact with my pussy, playing around my clit as the PureWand is used mercilessly to find my g-spot and rubs over it again and again. Suddenly the Hitachi finds the sweet spot behind my clit and the PureWand is moved over and over my g-spot. i start screaming and bucking as the orgasms start to rip through my body, my essences gushing from my pussy in waves to match my ecstasy. i lose track of how many orgasms are ripped from me, my throat is raw from the screams of my release.

Soon the relentless torment ends, the Hitachi is turned off, the PureWand is removed from my body and i lay limp and exhausted on the bench. The room is strangely quiet and then i hear a single person start to clap and then more and then suddenly the room is filled with clapping, wolf whistles, and yells of happiness.

You start to release me and someone joins You, making sure i am released quickly and efficiently. You help me to sit up and wrap a warm blanket around me and hold me close while people mingle around, periodically coming by to thank You for sharing. You hold onto me tightly, letting me know You have me, i feebly reach up and stroke Your face, touching You and i always need to do after we play.

“Thank You Sir. You are the most wonderful Sir a whore could ever want.”

You slowly reach up and loosen the ties on the hood and remove it. The lights have been lowered and people are still mingling and talking. i can feel wonderful energy in the room and glancing around i see that there were many stations set up for play and more than one naked submissive is in the room but i see that where the spanking bench was, i was the center attraction. i truly was dessert, for everyone.

“Good energy my whore. Wonderful energy.”

“i am Your whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.” Your lean down and kiss me passionately, possessively.

Later, after we are home and snuggled up in bed together, You tell me it was a raffle for a good cause. Each person paid for one ticket and on that ticket was the name of the implement they were allowed to use and on some of them, how the implement could be used. You had veto power over anyone coming up, but before i arrived saw how people were trading their tickets around and could see how each person who really knew how to wield that toy got what they were best at. You made sure there was nothing on any of the tickets that would cross a hard limit for either of us. You really do take very good care of Your whore Sir.

“Sir, what toy did You get to wield, did You get to play with?”

You kiss me again, “My whore.”

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Party Favor

i arrive at the appointed time. i’m unfamiliar with the place You have requested i meet You at. i’m nervous. You’ve never asked that i meet You somewhere before, prepared as i would be for a high protocol session. As instructed, i stand before the door and arrange my long coat so that my naked body is exposed to only the door in front of me and not the neighbors though the surrounding area is rather dark and industrial looking. There is a bare utilitarian light hanging over the door illuminating the area, casting my shadow behind me. i shiver but not with cold as it is a warm evening. Anticipation courses through my body along with nervousness and trepidation.

You have instructed me that this will be very high protocol and to expect the unexpected. i knock on the door and wait; my eyes cast down, my hands down at my sides but facing forward as though presenting an offering, for that is exactly what i am for You.

The door slowly opens and i can see black boots before me. There is quiet for a moment and then i hear Your beloved voice, “Look at you My whore; standing there naked like a willing sacrifice. What have you brought me?”

My throat is dry with my fear. i cough then state clearly, “Sir, i bring You my body, my mind, my spirit and will; for Your use, Your pleasure, however You desire.”

“Whose whore are you?”

“i am Your whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.”

“And I may use you however I desire.”

“Yes Sir. Please Sir.”

You chuckle at my begging. “Come in my whore.”

Your step aside and let me into the building. The room is dark, barely illuminated but You stop me inside closing the door and remove my coat, giving my eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. Then You circle me, inspecting me, touching my hair, my back, my ass, my breast, Your hand touches my shaved pussy and then slides down my naked thigh. You order me to remove my heels.

“Look at Me My whore.”

i slowly raise my head and meet Your eyes. There is a small smile on Your lips and Your eyes show happiness with what i have brought You. Your hand reaches up, tangling in my hair, forcing my head back as Your mouth descends on mine. Brutally You possess my mouth, our tongues battling for supremacy, our animal passions rising to the surface spontaneously. i melt into You, a moan escaping my lips and just as suddenly as the kiss started, it ends. You hold onto my hair only long enough to make sure i do not lose my balance.

You step back, reaching over to grab something off a shelf. “Kneel.”

i quickly comply and You place a hood over my head, effectively covering my eyes and ears, muffling but not eliminating sound, leaving my mouth and nose open so that i have no problems breathing. i feel enclosed, safe as the hood is tightened in place. You order me to present my left hand and You place a cuff tightly around it then repeat with the right. i shift a little on the concrete floor, and You ask me if my knees are alright. i nod, licking my lips, afraid to speak because my voice will quiver.

i feel You lean over me, Your mouth kisses my exposed cheek then i hear Your voice in my ear. “There will be only one safe word tonight my whore. That word that will stop everything. If you speak it, I will take you home and take care of you. Do you understand?”

Again, i nod. i do not trust my voice at all anymore. i’m scared, i’m exhilarated, i trust You completely.

i smile at the pleasure i hear in Your voice then suddenly gasp as Your nails rake across my breasts, down my stomach and back up again. When they reach my breasts once more Your fingers pinch my nipples without mercy. The pain is sharp, intense, exquisite as You lift my breasts, lifting me with them. i start panting trying to enter into the pain and just as suddenly You release me. i sense You moving around behind me then hear the snick of Your knife blade releasing and being opened. i shiver with anticipation and hold myself very still as the knife slowly, carefully draws a circle around the base of my neck. my breaths are now coming slow and steady with the wonderful sensation of Your knife on my skin. i am quickly entering that beautiful space where there is no beginning, no middle, no end, just sensation, pleasurable pain, sensual torment, and beautiful release.

i feel the blade moving down my spine in a serpentine fashion and i feel my energy rise to meet it and cannot stop the laughter that escapes my lips from the sheer joy of the sensation. You move the blade around my ass cheek and up the front of my thigh, touching my pussy, my clit, i gasp at the sensation and my essence escapes my secret folds. i hear Your voice in my ear once again, “I can smell your excitement My whore. Are you wet for Me?”

“Yes Sir. i am very wet for You.”

“I will have to check for Myself soon.”

The knife continues up the front of my body, making swirling patterns on my flesh, causing me to stop laughing and gasp when it reaches the sensitive underside of my breast then up to press ever so slightly against my nipple. i arch into the sensation, releasing my breath with a deep moan.

Suddenly Your other hand circles my throat, holding me still and pressing on the points that cut off the necessary supply of oxygen to my brain, but only for a moment. i lean into You, trusting You, knowing You will take us both to wonderful places. A blade on my nipple, a hand on my throat; i want to swoon with the sheer wonderful feeling of giving You everything giving up this power to You.

You apply just a little more pressure to my throat, i’m having a hard time breathing but am not afraid, then the pressure lifts and Your hand rises and cups my face, my chin, tilting my head back You kiss me once again, gently, possessively. “Stand up My whore.”

It takes me a moment to get back into my body enough to obey and my legs are a little shaky, but Your hand on my arm steadies me.

“Tonight You may be asked who you are, what Your name is. Your only answer to these questions is that you are Sir's whore. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir. i am Your whore, Sir's whore.”

Once again i feel Your hands roaming over my body, touching me, claiming me. i feel like You are somehow marking me and then i feel it; supple leather circling my neck. You are placing a collar on me. There is tugging as the collar is buckled into place and then i feel a weight attached to it. You are locking the collar in place. It is rare enough that You place a collar on me for our play but a lock is unheard of.

Everything You have said to me crashes through my brain. Expect the unexpected, stop play safe word only, no name, only that i belong to You. i take deep breaths, trying to get my bearings and ground my energy. You start breathing with me, slowing my pace, helping me to regain my equilibrium. Soon i am calm, breathing deeply and slowly.

You back me up to a wall and order me to spread my legs. i wonder what is happening but do not have long to wait. Soon i can feel You at my feet, placing cuffs on my ankles. i know that whatever may happen tonight, i may very well get completely bound. Once the cuffs are in place i feel You move away from me.

“Are you ready My whore?”

i take one more deep cleansing breath, “Yes Sir, to please You.”

Your hand takes mine and pulls me in close, once again Your voice in my ear. “Good girl.” Then You leading me through the space around obstacles it seems, and into another room where it feels, it sounds almost cavernous, but i can hear and sense people. No one touches me and You are deft at Your leading me as i touch nothing except Your hand and my bare feet on the floor.

You lead me to an apparatus and help me into position. It feels like a spanking bench of some sort. You attach my wrist and ankle cuffs to various points on the bench then i feel Your hands running over my body once again.

i hear murmurings around me, indistinct words being spoken. i hear what seems to be the clinking of silverware and glassware. Is there a party going on? Suddenly i hear a loud voice, it sounds projected like with a sound system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, guests, I’m certain that you have all enjoyed the festivities thus far. The fare has been quite splendid this evening but we still have a very special treat. Our dessert and final entertainment of the evening has been brought in for everyone’s pleasure. Remember the rules and all final decisions belong to the owner. Please take turns and enjoy.”

my heart skips a beat and i can feel my hands grow clammy at my sudden nervousness, but then i feel Your hand on my neck, the nails of Your other hand gliding down my back and then Your hand lands with a hard slap on my ass. i breathe deep and immediately feel calm.

i heard a round of laughter with the slap on my ass and then i feel someone standing beside me and a latex covered hand running over my skin. The touch is foreign, unknown. The touch goes from hard to soft to hard again as though checking the resiliency of my flesh. Suddenly i feel one hand in the small of my back and the other hand lands over and over on my buttocks, raining blows on one cheek and then the other. Just as i am about to reach my limit of these hard hits, they stop and the hand starts slowly rubbing the abused the flesh. The sensation makes me squirm with the pleasure of it all. i feel Your presence next to me like an anchor keeping me focused and centered. i take the sensations in and feed the energy to You. It is what i always do with the energy. i don’t know any other way to deal with it.

The spanking continues one for a bit more, then someone else moves forward to take its place. There is no longer any gender involved. i have no idea who is going to do what to me and it no longer matters. The next person brings a flogger and the blows land mercilessly on my back, ass, and legs. i focus on my breathing and then i feel Your hand on my head and i relax into the sensation, becoming one with the pain. At that moment, i feel the juices from my pussy once again start to escape my intimate folds. The flogging ends, only to be replaced with lube and a butt-plug. The insistent entry to my nether region brings a moan to my lips as my hips start to buck against the lovely invasion. The person inserting it plays with it for a bit, pulling and pushing on it, fucking my ass with it.

This person is replaced by someone else with a cane. The caning is exquisite and brings purring and moans from my lips. i hear loud whispers about my reaction to the caning. The blows started soft and built in intensity until i screamed with the final blows; one on each ass cheek. They burned and i am certain i will have marks from them.

The caning is replaced with a paddle. The cool wood glides across my hot flesh, introducing itself like a new lover. i squirm against the coolness with how deliciously wonderful it feels, cooling me off, yet raising my hunger for more. Suddenly the blows start landing, ass cheeks, thighs, calves, feet and back up again. Back and forth, light taps followed by hard slaps. The rhythm varies and i cannot wrap my head around it. i can tell i’m starting to get lost. i can’t find my anchor and i’m close to screaming and losing control, almost ready to say my safe word when it stops and i feel You close to me, touching my head, giving me the control i need to go deeper.

Someone starts playing with the butt-plug again. i don’t know if it’s a new person or the person who was playing with it before. They play me and it like an instrument though. It takes mere moments before i am humping the bench, the air, trying to get good deep thrusts with it and suddenly the butt-plug is gone. i whimper with the loss but not for very long. Something infinitely harder is placed against my nether opening and slowly slid into place. i recognize the ass hook and groan with the sheer beauty of how it feels in my ass. The person inserting it plays with it a bit, fucking me with it and moans escape my lips as i try to rise up to meet it, desperately wanting more.

It’s released but stays embedded in my body. Someone new starts threading what i surmise is rope through the hook tightening into my body, making me writhe with the erotic feel of it. As soon as they are done tying it up, i can feel that as i squirm i will effectively fuck myself with the ass hook. i look forward to what is to happen next that may give me the incentive to move against the hook in a way that will take me yet deeper into my happy whore space.

The next instrument of torment is strap. This was not what i had bargained for. This is hard to take. It stings and i want to get away from it but i am cemented in place with the ass hook buried deep inside of me. Again, i am almost come undone when i feel Your hand on my shoulder and i breathe through it. The blows let up and are replaced with the whip.

Whoever is wielding the whip is expert. The blows move from subtle brushes to full on cracks. They move back and forth between beautiful caresses that make me want more to burning bites that i want desperately to get away from, but the person is reading me and seeing what i react to and how and easily falls into a rhythm that causes me to melt and go ever deeper into the wonderful dark place of erotic pain. Soon the blows become more insistent until each hit is a burn on my flesh and with the final crack, i scream long and loud.

i feel You lean down next me, Your voice in my ear, “Checking in My whore. Are you all right?”

i try to smile for You but i’m floating and don’t know if it really comes across. “Oh yes Sir.”

You kiss my check and then hold a glass of water to my lips. It’s awkward but doable. i never drink that much water during play anyway. Once hydrated, the next person comes up to have their way and i whimper when i feel the rope on the ass hood released. i’m afraid it will be coming out next and i don’t want to lose the beautiful sensation…and i am not wrong. The next thing to happen; the ass hook is pulled from my body and i cry out at the loss of it.

As the evening progresses each person brings their own implement of torment and delight. There is a pussy paddling, there is a dildo inserted in my pussy and i am fucked mercilessly, there is a riding crop, a whippy cane type thing that just about sends me over the edge (i learn later it is the bee stinger, but wielded by someone who did not know or understand its strength). There is more flogging, there is someone who fucks my mouth, someone who fucks my pussy, there is scratching, and biting and then, there is the finishing whip.

The person who wields tells me i will ask for and count each stroke. There will be 10. You know my fear of this implement. It has been used mercilessly on me, but there is a fine line between effective and useless with it.

i gather my courage, “Please Sir, may i have the first blow?” It lands just about right. There is no burn so i am hopeful that i will be able to get through 10 hits if the person using it knows how to gage the blows. “Please Sir; may i have the second blow?” The second lands on my other ass check at about the same hardness. i breathe deeply, calming myself and ask for the third, then fourth blows, taking a breath after each blow. Each odd number blow gets a little harder. by the time we reach 8, i’m not sure i will be able to take the final two.

i take one more deep breath, “Please Sir, may i have the ninth blow?” i almost tighten up but before the words are completely out of my mouth the blow lands and a few seconds later the burn starts and i scream. Your hand is on my shoulder, urging me to breath. i pant for a bit and then breathe deeply once again. i nod, not knowing if You are watching me or not. “Please Sir, may i…” and the tenth blow lands on my other cheek and once again i scream when the burn hits a few seconds later. i start sobbing and trying to breath. You calm me, getting me to breathe with You. Each breath becoming deeper until i am calm.

Once again You check in with me and i tell you that i am okay. i feel Your lips on my cheek as You whisper in my ear, “you are My good whore.”

i smile at the pleasure and pride i hear in Your voice.

Suddenly it feels like everyone is crowding around us. i can feel the press of bodies, hear them even though only You are touching me and then i feel cold lube on my pussy again, and i think i am going to get fucked again, but no. Cold hard steel enters my pussy and then i hear the hum of the Hitachi. Now comes the pinnacle of the evening for me. i know i will be forced to orgasm.

i hear Your voice in my ear as the Hitachi comes into contact with my pussy, playing around my clit as the PureWand is used mercilessly to find my g-spot and rubs over it again and again. Suddenly the Hitachi finds the sweet spot behind my clit and the PureWand is moved over and over my g-spot. i start screaming and bucking as the orgasms start to rip through my body, my essences gushing from my pussy in waves to match my ecstasy. i lose track of how many orgasms are ripped from me, my throat is raw from the screams of my release.

Soon the relentless torment ends, the Hitachi is turned off, and PureWand is removed from my body and lay limp and exhausted on the bench. The room is strangely quiet and then i hear a single person start to clap and then more and then suddenly the room is filled with clapping, wolf whistles, and yells of happiness.

You start to release and someone joins You, making sure i am release quickly and efficiently. You help me to sit up and wrap a warm blanket around me and hold me close while people mingle around, periodically coming by to thank You for sharing. You hold onto me tightly, letting me know You have me, i feebly reach up and stroke Your face, touching You and i always need to do after we play.

“Thank You Sir. You are the most wonderful Sir a whore could ever want.”

You slowly reach up and loosen the ties on the hood and remove it. The lights have been lowered and people are still mingling and talking. i can feel wonderful energy in the room and glancing around i see that there were many stations set up for play and more than one naked submissive is in the room but i see that where the spanking bench was, i was the center attraction. i truly was dessert, for everyone.

“Good energy my whore. Wonderful energy.”

“i am Your whore Sir. i am Sir's whore.” Your lean down and kiss me passionately, possessively.

Later, after we are home and snuggled up in bed together, You tell me it was a raffle for a good cause. Each person paid for one ticket and on that ticket was the name of the implement they were allowed to use and on some of them, how the implement could be used. You had veto power over anyone coming up, but before i arrived saw how people were trading their tickets around and could see how each person who really knew how to wield that toy got what they were best at. You made sure there was nothing on any of the tickets that would cross a hard limit for either of us. You really do take very good care of Your whore Sir.

“Sir, what toy did You get to wield, did You get to play with?”

You kiss me again, “My whore.”

© Dawn C. Davis - 2012