Coitus Interruptus

A short little story I wrote years and years ago.

Man, if that truck driver wasn’t already dead, I’d really let him have it. Screw around with my Saturday night…just not okay. What am I supposed to do now? Hmm, maybe I could go ahead and find Paul. That would really blow his mind. I don’t know if it will work but hey, I don’t have anything else to do. He should be waiting for me at his apartment.

Would you look at that? He’s all pissed off cause I’m late. Man, if he only knew. Now, how am I gonna get him to stay and how the hell am I gonna get his clothes off? Well, let’s just see how far I can take this and if it’ll work. Following him around the room as he’s pacing, I try running a fingernail down his spine. Whoa, did that make him jump or what? Since that worked, this could be really fun.

Let’s see if I can get his shirt off. One button at a time. He’s freaking out. A gentle lick as I finish unbuttoning his shirt. Oh boy, he’s panting now. I wonder if it’s fear, or if he’s turned on, or a combination?

Mmm, I just love the way his body glistens when he sweats. Makes me want to lick more. Oops, he doesn’t seem to be taking this well. Too bad, I’m horny. Let’s try crowding him over to the couch. Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be. He’s all sprawled out for me. Yeah, his eyes are looking a little freaked out but I’ll make up for it.

All that yummy chest, tastes so good. Nibble on this hard little nipple. Ooh, he liked that. He’s moaning. Maybe he’s been without as long as I have.

I can’t help giggling at his reactions as I slowly reach for his belt. I just love when a man’s belt comes undone. It’s like the final barrier, the last surrender. Oh, he’s got a great little bellybutton to lick and suck on while I get his pants off. Oh god, he’s so yummy looking…and he goes commando. What a beautiful strong cock and my god, he shaves. His balls are nice and firm, a nice handful. I’m really gonna love this. I love the way he’s writhing and moaning. I need a taste.

Man, he barely fits in my mouth but he tastes so good. The best lollipop ever invented and tonight it’s all mine. I can’t help but stroke his perineum, fondling his balls, stroking his cock with my lips while trying to fit more of him in my mouth suctioning as hard as I can.

“Jesus, what the hell is going on? Oh no, don’t stop. Just, oh god!” Well, that always makes a girl feel good.

Maybe I should back off a little though. I want my fun too. What can I use to cool him off a little. Oh, I know. Let’s check out the freezer. Score! Those tiny ice cubes that I can fit in my mouth. Let’s go see how he likes this. Melting ice water on a hot cock. Man, he looks so good lying there panting. He is so gorgeous and he may not know what’s going on but he’s definitely into it.

I can’t wait any longer. I need me some of what he’s got. Straddling him nice and slow, and god he fills me up so good. Move slowly girl, make it last. God, I just want him to pound into me but I don’t know when I’m gonna get anything this like this again. We fit together so good.

Yes, oh god, yes, that’s it yes. SHIT!

“What the fuck! What the hell is going on? Who are you, put me back, I wasn’t finished yet. And where the hell am I? How did I get here?”

“I’m afraid little minx that you are quite finished. And you named the place quite accurately. You see, you’re in hell and that’s as far as you will ever get to go again. But don’t worry; we’ll make sure you get to this edge over and over and over again…without ever going over.”

The man in the seersucker suit gives me the devil’s own grin, “It’s going to be very entertaining having you around. Oh, and don’t worry about Paul, he got off before we took you.”

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 1999

Witching Hour

It's 3am...again. Some call it the witching hour, or the devil's hour. I'm almost always awake at this hour. Does that mean I'm a witch? Or in league with the devil? I think I should leave those questions for another time, another story...

I roll over and look at you, sleeping so peacefully. You look young and innocent sleeping, your head on the pillow, your hand tucked under it, the cares of life and the stresses of work erased from your features. A relaxed face, the stubble that you will gripe about in the morning, because it's starting to turn grey. The stubble that I love to feel against my thighs when you take command of my body with your mouth.

Life has been hard lately though. Work for both of us has become stressful, we've gotten lost in the day-to-day mire of jobs, aging parents, caught up in the rat race of letting others dictate our time and energy. Maybe that's what woke me up. The deep thoughts in the middle of the night. I miss our carefree time together. I miss the man who tells me to kneel at his feet and take him in my mouth when he walks in the door. I miss the me that wantonly does so and takes you as deep into my mouth as possible, and then a little bit more just because it pleases you and I love pleasing you.

As I look at you lying in bed, I discover that I miss that most of all...I miss *us*. Where did we go? How did we lose the all important us? Thinking about it in this darkest hour of night, I realize...it doesn't matter how we got here. It's getting back that's important.

With that in mind, I slowly pull back the covers and look at your perfection; because to me, you are perfect. Even in your sleep, even with the innocent look on your face, I know better. I know that you are the man who has always been able to command my attention; with a single look, a softly spoken word, a solitary touch...and I melt into your power.

Looking at you now, the light down low so it won't disturb you, but I am about to disturb you in a way that I hope will please you. I need us back again...so I will serve you. You are deep in sleep and I pause, wondering if what I'm about to do will piss you off, or help bring us back to center. Doing nothing will get us nowhere, so what have I got to lose?

I run my hand gently up your thigh, you shift slightly but you're still fast asleep. I cup your balls and your cock in my hand. You're soft and pliant...it's too early for your usual morning wood. I lean down and lick you, gently taking all of you into my warm moist mouth. You taste so wonderful. I love the feel of you in my mouth all soft, and the fact that I can actually take all of you this way, it makes me moan, it makes me hungry for more. I start to get lost in the feeling of you in my mouth when your hand lands on my head and I hear a sleepy grumble.

"Fuck baby, what....ah shit..."

Your voice gets lost in a gravely moan and your fingers start gripping my hair. You've gotten so hard in my mouth and I can't stop what I've started...even if I wanted to. I'm lost in the feeling of pleasing you. You shift your legs to give me better access and you whisper, "You know what to do, do it."

A shiver rakes through my body because it's "that" voice...the voice I haven't heard in so long, the voice that makes me melt and my insides puddle and start to drip down my thighs. I let my saliva flow freely so that I can do that thing you love so well. My hand is coated now, slippery and my fingers squeeze your balls in the way to your perineum, stroking until you shudder slightly. A single finger finds your tight hole, pushes in slowly; your hips thrust driving your cock deeper into my mouth, a growl escapes your lips. You open slowly to my probing while I release your cock and suck your balls into my mouth, laving them with my tongue, sucking gently.

A second finger joins the first in your ass and I feel your prostate.

"C'mon babygirl, you know what to do."

I melt a little more as I release your balls with a pop, and fall on your cock once more. Two fingers in your tight ass, slowly stroking your prostate, while I take you as deep into my mouth and throat as I can. You stroke my cheek, and then twine your fingers in my hair again, not forcing me, but not letting me up either. Your subtle control, always what drives me over the edge. I growl deep in my throat, vibrating against your cock, your hips thrust your cock deeper into my mouth while each movement rubs my fingers over your sweet spot inside.

I hear your deep groans as your hips continue to buck against me, and then you stiffen and with a growl of warning, you are salty sweet in my mouth. I don't let go, I savor it like the sweetest ambrosia because to me that's exactly what it has always been. My mouth softens on the now sensitive head of your cock, my tongue gently laving your shaft, cleaning every drop.

"Oh, sweet babygirl, I've missed that. I've missed you. Where'd this come from?"

I can't look at him. I'm still a little lost. "I've missed us. We got lost and I need you. I need you to need me."

He gathers me in his arms, "Babygirl...I know life has been hard lately. I need you so much. I'm sorry I haven't shown you that. But you've given me the best reminder. Now I need you to lay back and let me give you some more of what you need."

And that's exactly what he does. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, possess every square inch of me and I know once again that I belong and am cherished.

As we cuddle up together, just about to drift off to sleep, I hear his soft voice as he strokes my head, "And next week, when I come home from work, you'd best be waiting at the door for me wearing nothing but a smile."

I drift off to sleep knowing we're okay.


Both story and image:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Heart Flutters

Anticipation...
The journey of going
Where will the tortuous enveloping pain take me this time?
How can I serve?
How will you use me?

Expectation...
The edge of knowing
The implements of my pleasure...pain...pleasure
The wonder of letting go
The power of submitting

Suspense...
The power of you
To crawl inside my mind and fuck it like the last thing on earth
The magic of dominance
The power of the dance

Excitement...
The beauty of nature
Inspiring visions of creativity and art; lust and longing
The feel of the thorns
The smell of the rose

Promise...
Of stimulating conversation
Sharing the essence of who we are, where we want to go, what we want to be
The vision of you, of me, of us
The longing of anticipation...


© Dawn C. Davis (photo and prose)

That Place Between

Between one thought and the next

You have me wrapped around your finger as you lead me to bed

Between the sheets you touch my body
As you devour my mind with your wicked thoughts

Between the synapses of my scattered feelings
You destroy my preconceived notions of pleasure

Between my thighs there is a place yearning to be filled
As you indulge in the very essence of my being

Between one breath and the next
You have taken me to the brink of destruction, the edge of rapture, that place that is between


Photo and prose © Dawn C. Davis

Eyes

The eyes have it.
The depth of shadow that draws me in.
To dive deep into the well of you.

The eyes have it.
The lightness of laughter that lifts me up.
To climb higher to the summit of you.

The eyes have it.
The knowledge of thoughts that reel me in.
To swim in the understanding of you.

The eyes have it.
The intensity of passion that seeks me out.
To breathe life into my submission to you.

The eyes have it.
The joy of delivering the pain that lulls me.
To bask in the beauty of connection with you.

The eyes have it….


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

It's Raining Today

It's raining today

Like the tears falling from my eyes
It washes away the feelings of loss

A soft gentle rain
Watering the earth so that new growth will come
Cleansing away the debris of what might have been

A dark but embracing sky
Where water falls, enveloping me in its arms
Letting me know that I am never alone

There is life all around me
I am one with the earth, the sky, the elements
The sun, the moon, the gentle breeze

It talks to me
Healing the hurt of my soul
Letting me know that I am part of something bigger

It’s raining today
A beautiful rain that brings new life
A wondrous thing washing away my tears


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

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The Beast Within

Darkness all around me
Darkness consumes me
Feeding the beast within

Melting, yearning, striving for release
Stretching, straining, cravings never cease

Take my breath away
Take my soul away
Feed the beast within

Longing, reaching, hiding from myself
Biting, scratching, clawing at the shelf

Darkness envelops fantasy
Darkness hastens time
Feeding the hunger deep inside

Answers, questions, never cease
Lovers, partners, always please

Hands claiming me
Hands chaining me
Taking what they want

Desire, drive, spreading wide
Asphyxiate, open, quench the tide

Darkness all around me
Darkness consumes me
Feeding the beast within


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Vulnerable....

Exposed. Open. Casting shadows on the psyche of emotion.
The place of vulnerability. The need to matter to someone, to something, beyond self.

The place of sharing, the place of caring. Letting go and letting be.
Where, when, why. The light is shining, exposing the tender wound of a healing heart.

Chaos; thoughts churned like velvet butter. The flutter of awakening.
Be still, be quiet. Shhh…it will be alright. Filled with yearning, filled with hope.

Love, trust, caring, sharing…all or nothing. Be the center, be the quiet.
Kneel before the pyre of unforgotten dreams; their essence wafting toward heaven in sweet ambrosia.

Watching, hoping, praying, yearning…waiting.


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Dark Miracles

Flowing into darkness, savoring the flavor of the black enveloping mist.
Surrounded by velvet softness, touching, tasting, drowning in the senses of time.
Searching for wholeness. Reaching for depth. Trying, trying to find the path through the chronology of life.

Yearning for the connection, the stroke of a hand against soft skin.
Tongue tasting the sweet saltiness of tears gliding down a cheek, kissing away the ambrosia of emotion.
There is longing in the darkness, longing in the silent cries of passion, longing in the forgotten space of pain.

Grasping for the light, begging for the warm caress of pain.
The scent of the honeyed essence of desire, the wetness enveloping the ache of the velvet hardness; stroking, stroking, stroking.
Diving ever deeper into the abyss of craving, seeking for the shadow of eternity, the soul of surrender hidden inside the caliginous cave.

Surrender to the hypnotic ecstasy of love.
Where the soul plants the seeds of hope, of wonder; yearning to touch, even for a moment, a kindred passion.
Dive deep into longing, flowing into the darkness of miracles.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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A Fairy Tale...

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Dawn. Her laughter joined the birds in song. Her eyes were as changing and expressive as the moon. Her tears filled the oceans. She could get lost in the sun, in the stars, in the flow of a swift moving river. She was sensitive and caring, taking everything to heart and holding it within herself like a precious flower. She laughed and danced, she expressed herself with words, with song, with movement, with service. She desperately wanted to please everyone.

She grew up feeling everything deeply and being told she was too much; too sensitive, too caring, too giving...to stop being who she was. The people who told her these things were well meaning, but the damage was done. So she continued to live and grow, she made friends, tried hard to be what they all wanted her to be, and couldn’t figure out why she was not happy.

She spent time learning music because it spoke to the emotion she tried to hide. She learned how to dance because it was an outlet for the emotion she tried not to feel. She read books to escape the drudgery her life had become. She wrote stories to feed her imagination and try to find her dreams again. She took pictures trying to find the light. She sought god in the religions of the world, trying them on like wedding dresses, searching for the one that fit her dream.

She made love with abandon, giving her body freely, even to those that did not deserve it. She was drawn to submission and pain and discovered it was a way to release the pent up emotions that she had learned how to hide. In her search for god and for someone to love, she discovered that She is all that she needs….but not all that she wants.

She studied the bible, the Koran, Qabalah, Hermetics, Thelema, Sufism, the philosophy of the ancient Egyptians, and was drawn to the stories of the ancient Picts and the Celtic peoples. She discovered the sacredness that is sexuality and the union with GOD through the joining of sexual energies with a partner, or through self-pleasuring. Her goddess came to her through her discovery of the pleasures of pain. She became a priestess in a religion that “almost” fit her perfectly, but she was unable to find the “other”, the person, the priest who could complete her rapture in her devotion, so she moved on, searching, ever searching.

She is learning to love herself as her goddess loves her, devoting herself to the bliss of pain that leads to the release of self in sexual abandon.

Her story is really just beginning, the journey through wanton desires, sharing herself for the healing of the world through sexual union…with one, with many…it has not been fully determined yet.

Her laughter once again joins the birds in song. Her eyes are still as changing and expressive as the moon. Her tears still fill the oceans. She still gets lost in the sun, in the stars, in the flow of a swift moving river. She remains sensitive and caring, taking everything to heart and holding it within herself, nurturing that precious flower. She laughs freely and dances with abandon; she expresses herself with words, with song, with movement, with service. She loses herself with wild abandon when a trusting hand administers pain…and pleasure.

The ending of one chapter leads to the beginning of another. Her story continues…

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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Mount Rainier

I grew up in the shadow of your majesty 

I was in awe of your splendor 

I have been humbled by your power 

I rejoiced in the folds of your meadows 

I shivered in the embrace of your glaciers 

I laughed at the joy of your vision 

I have beheld you in all hours of the day and night 

I have seen you in dark silhouette against a pink sky 

I have seen you glorious in the bright light of the sun 

I have seen you hiding in the wonders of the clouds and 

I have watched the moon rise above your glory 

You are ancient and quiet 

You are wise and peaceful 

You have power and the depth of unending eruptions within you 

You compel the wish to conquer by your very existence 

You evoke dreams of longing and passion in your shadows 

You came into existence millennia ago and support beautiful life all around you 

You are grace and beauty beyond compare 

There may be others bigger, brighter, more difficult to scale 

But you are the inspiration I grew up with and 

You will always be what I look for on the horizon. 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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The Key

There is a key to my hidden door.
The door that hides the secrets of my body.
The door that hides the secrets of my mind.

There is a key that unlocks my yearning.
The yearning that leads me into darkness.
The yearning that leads me into bliss.

There is a key to releasing my desires.
The desires that feed my soul with passion.
The desires that feed my hunger for pain.

There is a key to finding my heart
The heart that burns with a secret flame
The heart that yearns to soar at your touch.

There is a key to the heart of my darkness.
The darkness that leads to the light of compassion.
The darkness that releases all taboos, heals all wounds, and creates boundless joy.

There is a key… 

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

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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

One Line ~ Inspiration

You touched my body with thousands of strokes of cane, flogger, whip, paddle, and more. You captured my mind with every clamp, clothespin, blind fold, and bite you administered. You claimed my soul with every invasion of plug, dildo, hook, finger, and cock. You won my spirit with every new adventure through the darkness. You care for my heart when I give it into your hands for safekeeping.

 
You break me into a million pieces each time I am allowed to attend to you...you break me apart and put me back together again, each time in new and exciting ways. There is much I have learned about myself in our time together and so much more yet to learn. I yearn for the dark places we share, I thrive in the shadows that are our playground.

I am Your whore...Your sacred whore. Touched, captured, claimed, won, and cared for.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012

Hungry Whore

I cannot believe how incredibly horny I am for you right now. I want to touch you all over; slowly, sensuously...and have you tied to a table while I direct others to touch you in ways that you love. To have you be the focus of attention of so many hands, so many mouths, so many sensations. Blind folded and unable to see who is touching you and where. To have feather light caresses glide over your skin, to feel the touch of teeth biting into your neck, your groin and inner thigh. To have fingers relentlessly pulling on your balls while a sly finger slips into your ass and a mouth sucks on your perineum. To have someone twist and pull on your nipples while all of this is happening and a hot wet pussy is poised over your mouth. To overwhelm your senses...this is my desire....to fulfill yours.

What are your desires? What do you yearn for?

There are so many things that I have yet to experience and I want to experience them with you. I want you to be the one to introduce me to them. I may be a "heavy" bottom and spent time as a "slave" but there are still so many things. I don't even know what they all are yet.

I want to feel your hot piss on me, pouring over my body as I moan and writhe in pleasure and the need for more from you.

I want to be covered in shades of beautiful hot wax and have you shave it from my body. 

I want to watch you go down on someone while I fuck you in the ass. I want to be fucked by you and another man at the same time. There is just so much. So many yearnings.

Women are hungry. I am woman, I am sacred whore, and I am hungry for you.

I want to sit and hold your hand while we talk about philosophy, spirituality, energy, love, death, sex, and all of those wonderful things we tend to talk about.

I want to read to you late into the night and hold you while you fall asleep.

I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked by you.

Women are hungry.

I want to trim your eyebrows and pluck the stray wild hairs. I want to shave you clean so that I can suck your balls deep into my mouth until you growl and writhe with your need for more.

I want to massage you, touching every square inch of your beautiful skin...and to me you are truly beautiful. I see the light in you. I see the dark in you and I crave the many places we can go to together.

I want to spend time drawing on each other, writing words of power and focus.

Women are hungry...

I am ever hungry and insatiable when it comes to you....my partner, my Sir, my sweet sadistic wanton man-whore.

Women are hungry, and I am hungry for YOU.

© 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.

“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

It Is...

Sometimes the ache is so acute I see no way to continue on.

The touch of his hand on my heart like the barest brush of a butterfly’s wing;

So beautiful, so profound.

It confuses and confounds

It exhilarates and invigorates

It builds me up and crashes me down

I get lost in the dark of his passion, the passion that is my light.

Sometimes I think that running away is the only thing I can do to keep from getting lost;

But with his touch I am home.

It is passion and longing

It is love and delight

It builds me up and crashes me down

How do I reconcile the yearning and the ache deep inside.

The only thing I can do is let him be who he is, support him, be his mirror, his gift;

Be true to myself with my love.

It is courage and fear

It is longing and desire

It builds me up and crashes me down

I have all that I need deep inside of me for he has shown me this truth.

His dark, his light, his passion, his truth, his touch that leads me through the maze of myself;

Bringing me to my truth.

It is home and rest

It is healing and respite

It builds me up………………

Like a wave I crash on the rocks of love.

© Dawn C. Davis

The Alchemist

There is no question in my mind that He is the Alchemist. The changes that He is bringing forth in me are astounding, overwhelming, beautiful, fulfilling, total. His touch, His creativity, His eye…He sees what needs to be done to me, on me, with me, and does it. He leads me through the wasteland and causes life to blossom deep inside of me.

i am filled with wanton desire now. It fills me, overflowing, spreading throughout our time together and beyond; cascading down my thighs like a waterfall desperately trying to reach the sea. He releases it from me, guiding the journey, touching lives as we ride the waves of desire and lust.

He uses the sharp edge of pain to guide, to sweep me away to the heavens until i sing with the angels. He pushes me ever further along the road of my being introducing me to my darkest self until the joy breaks forth in infectious laughter that cannot be held back. He takes me where i have never been before and it is my home, my heart. He fills me so full that i am empty, drained of everything that does not fit inside of me.

He teaches me about pleasure, about pain, about loss, about love, and it fills me with creation, bliss, questions, hope, yearning, forever striving and reaching for more.

He molds me to his touch, to his desire and wishes, until i cease to exist on this plane of existence. There is only us in the moment. There is no beginning, no end, no middle, no Him, no me, no one, no thing, only ALL.

There is bliss, there is pain, there is joy, there is loss, there is fear, there is silliness, there is seriousness, there is release, there is fulfillment, there is completion, but there is no end.

i am the Philosopher's Stone, His tool to wield and use as He desires, for His desire, for His pleasure.